SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 192

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 192
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

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On top of what this filthy sick bunch of mother fucking dirt bag enemies did to me yesterday the tenth of July, they proceeded to take things even much further. They struck me hard with a death fucking beam causing a horrific diarrhea attack, that started about 90 minutes give or take after I posted up my prior mother fucking blog, SJ-CH-191.

IT IS NEARLY FOUR AND A HLLF HOURS PAST MIDNIGHT, AND MY BEING ABLE TO WORK LATER TODAY IS NOT LOOKING GOOD. These filthy prick sucking slime swallowing maggot bags, did this to me as you may recall, last week, costing me a days pay then as well. And then our government has the fucking unmitigated gall to lie to its slaves, us, and say that they want productive citizens and honest taxpayers, working. What mother fucking ass bull shit if there ever was a farm containing truck loads.

You kn ow peeps, either I'll break, or they will break, given sufficient mother fucking time, this is the ultimate deal, but before all of you clit sniffers are so quick to count me out along with the EM/UM/PIRE, listen up to this, YO.

Right before Janis Joplin's very old boyfriend from so long ago, McGuire of Atlantic City; who broke her great wonderful heart, and years and decades later, threatened me, and a decade later still, wiped out my automobile, did something that made Ed Lynch and myself very ill, and then vanished. If it was not for the fact that Ed was videotaping from his car seat, for our then website, www.morianity-foundation.com/ no longer up due to lack of funds, we never would have come to know that he was there in our face all along and obviously had fucked with us and hurt both our persons and our private property, the main item being my automobile where he had his face stuck practically right into the passenger side window, as shown clearly and totally unmistakably by the soon developed digital camera, over at the Berlin, New Jersey, Eckert Pharmacy, USAESMWG, in the middle autumn somewhere back in the year of fucking 2006. This was done about a week give or take, after I posted up on the RATS-TATS-PLAYING REAL SIMPSON FOOTBALL earlier parts of my book-blog, at the site of www.blogger.com/. I forget whether Ed copied and posted a duplication of this at the other site that he started for me at the time, called www.myspace.com/, as I never use it, never go up there, and do not even know how to as all passwords and user-name information is long lost and freaking ass forgotten, hypnosis notwithstanding, Lenny Barney, yes after I posted on the blogger site, the lyrics to the All Mighty Scylla's song that she sang tro me from the heavens, back when I was dreaming I was young, a 25 year old dude, in the year of 1980. If things keep going the way they went today and recently, if this shit does not get off my fucking blog, then I will retype on the new and recent SAFE JOURNAL, not only these lyrics again, but the actual lyrics not heard on the U-Tube, as they were altered slightly for a male singer to do verses a female one, this song being “Wanna Spend My Time”, the one all ready done and permanently up on my blog project until BLOGGER goers out of business, is the 1980 song, “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS, many times shortened by me in its title, to LOIS FOCA, as this merely takes the first two letters of each ODF the four words of the song title, and strings it into a female first and last name, not of any code or consequence, merely a short version title. THAT'S FUCKING EACH {{{{(((((of)))))}}}} THE FOUR FUCKING WORDS, HACKER JERK OFF, & 'NOT ODF', LATTISAW SLUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Some 13 year old girls do indeed seem to be quite ahead of their time, Stacey's tape turning representative of matter/antimatter, and my lap-tap absconding oldest, in DC. Trains have always fascinated me, they have some elusive powerful mystery all around as well as inside of them, and I do not mean the physical housing of a rectangular series of freight or passenger carrying cars, moving along parallel or singular mono rail tracks, all though this in itself has proven to the Hollywood crowd, alone; to be the heart and very soul of many of their most famous romantic plots, and movies over many decades of time since their inception practically, into the talkie technology following paramine. Still folks, without any of that, many things seem to be absolutely positively naturally just shrouded in mystery. Paula thinks something mysterious is going on between her daughter and me. She is free to think whatever she likes, but in truth, the woman of mystery is none other than you, oh great Paula Belinda King, my queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For tonight, just to see what effects it has, typing in the lyrics of another transdimensional piece of music, into this word document, cutting and pasting it up onto two public electronic blog sites, and wham. Just what will occur in the natural world, as the hours begin ticking by following the post up?

This song was playing on the radio at a public housing type of building in Atlantic City, in the autumn if I correctly remember, one year shy of my very last satanic 132 month negative hell-cycle, in the year two-thousand-twenty-nine. It was playing on a good size system with many switches on it, connected to five wireless speakers. Each speaker was a channel, and was independent of the source material played on the system, as the system was basic two0-channel stereo, only it had only mid-range speakers in one big set of front speakers, and dynamic range only pieces, or tweeters and woofers, as one big set of rear speakers; both front and rear, had stereo left, and stereo right; and then the 5th channel, was in mono, and had all the pieces in one speaker, creating the most amazing 5-channel sound, even on recordings played without lots of pre-recorded separation effects built into the music. On top of that, these speakers were all on stands about 30 inches high that were on poles that revolved around at various user-setting speeds, each set separately with a dial that allowed non graduated steps but evenly precise changes. This added a further dimension to the sound of the music coming from them.

All sorts of wild things besides this music system was in this large recreation type of room, in this large public housing building. On the wall facing a door with a very bright exit sign, was a desk nearby with a large desk calendar sitting upright on it, and reading the year 2029. Many strange things were all around, and many peeps were visiting, and kids were also all over the place, and very happy and amused at all of the things that we seemed to have in this room. It appears that some huge invention was recently perfected, that overnight gave humankind a far greater or perhaps said in a better word choice here, a greater efficiency, with the forces of planetary gravitation. Peeps from past days would use terms like anti-gravity, only it is not a true statement. We never defy a law such as gravity, we merely learn to interact more efficiently with this exiting phenomenon, in quite the same way that humans cannot fly; but they can get into an airplane, that they design to be able to fly; through proper and efficient interactions with the laws of gravitation, such as lift and thrust and all of our currently known technological systems of aerial dynamics and propulsion. The accepted term in 2011, as well as for quite some time now, for this particular type of knowledge and or technology, is 'aerodynamics'. Some type of combined frozen liquid is compressed , causing it to literally weigh extremely high amounts of negative weight. Placing this in firmly attached containers, and affixing them around objects, and matching the weight ration of the object to the rise-life-factor of the “upattachers”, as they are referred to, can make anything weightless or weigh a few pounds negative or positive. In a future lifetime, later in this century, as a young man, long after my death as Mark Wayne Mohr, I totally remember riding something known then as a 'SKYTORCYCLE'. I was in Atlantic City, riding up over Pacific Avenue, heading North past Convention Hall, which is something else then; and making a right turn to head east over the ocean, and being greeted by a large helicopter heading due south, practically on a collision course with me. But back on point for right now, this was way up in the late two-thousand-sixties somewhere, 35 years later, so let us go back to my public building event in '29, and in my lifetime here, not the next one where my name will be Joejo.

I was shocked at all the things that were flying all around the room, and all the kids riding these toy horse type things, and other go cart things. I told David Roth before his death and murder, about this powerful dreaming interaction in early 2002, and shortly thereafter, the Disney rip-off people used the idea for their DIFFIE FAMILY from the 22nd century, with that gorgeous little dumbbell lifting champ, Pim. Then suddenly, I was paying more attention to a song that was just beginning to play over the digital radio, WAYV-ATLANTIC CITY. Actually, the technology was in-between this, and what is called digital bounce. Done the old analogue way would have taken the brain of a million Einsteins, and just never would have been practical nor feasible. But advancements in the digital sciences, made it so that stations had call letters, but no dial settings. You had to enter on your radio receiver, both the call letters, and a two digit number that all radio broadcasters had; that had just switched, or were in the process of switching over to this. All the broadcasters used several frequencies with some type of individual channel of the broadcast, broken in many ways, all coming through on different settings, and switching, and musical receivers were all designed to all ready know the switch codes; and they tuned along right with it instantly, and this allowed sound to be broadcast with an inconceivable extra dimension, or an almost three-D music; that could never exist, without this wild new electronic broadcast technology. This was the lyric to this wild song that I suddenly paid attention to, and seemed lost to perceiving any other stimuli.

Like a bird, we can fly, we can fall, and not die
the water below is so blue
winds ride with me over land and the sea
These wonders and joys are so new

All the world that we knew
Who we now wonder who
All the changes in freedom from flight
Oh the things we can do,
Our skies our now blue
and the ground has been lost from the night

We are the sky, we are the birds
moving around with the freedom of ease
Things we all do as we float through the breeze
I no longer sip on my bottler of wine
I yell and I sing, it's two-oh-two-nine

*The chorus then in-between the 2nd and third verses and following the 3rd verse again before another same chorus repeats, is as follows*:

One thousand and one of the following years
Let's throw away anger, and get rid of tears
We now can do anything, no blocking the way
Storms are now gone and the darkness is day
Come with me lady and we'll fly away
The sun's not the only one able to shine
'Cause the things we can do, in twenty-twenty-nine, and
Soon will be thirty-thirty, but not in my lifetime********************

Anyone that has a powerful dream, and wakes up remembering the lyrics or the Melody, or in my case, it is always both, is actually bringing a parallel universe song back with them to the universe where they have recently fallen asleep from. Electronics is a major player on what separates these parallel countless universes of the virtually unlimited 5th dimensional hyperspace. So by posting a TRANS-DIMENSIONAL-SONG, such as this, electronically, or recording it,shit tends to happen in the world of nature and weather, and geological events as well. It is complicated. I have other songs from parallel universes, and I will never post any more of any of this up, if these enemies of mine leave me alone, but if they choose to say screw you Mountainpen, and go right on hurting me and wiping out my poor pathetic fucking life, then POW, more shit will be coming, BRO.

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