SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0201

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0201
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
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These cunt lapping mother fucking enemies of mine, just won't stop fucking tormenting and torturing me, it is 24/7/365.2422.
Thursday yesterday, and Friday today, they are putting me through loud neighborhood attacks with jerk off neighbors, yesterday, the inspectors returned telling me I had broken electrical recepticals when I don't. Somehow the first inspectors wrote it down wrong or got the wrong apartment, and when I was with them, some nosy young slut was right out my door, a teenager, and it was all extremely annoying. Today the same nabes have been loud and annoying also. On top of that, I have decided to give up music, and leave shortly for Baghdad or Afghanistan to work as private security in a dangerous location where the pay scale is high. This way after a few years, I can go to Americana or some other similar type of South American village or area, and live like a king without all this mother fucking horse shit. I just cannot take this any longer.

I realize now the powerful truths that nobody is against me in the music world, I am just a rotten no talented wanna be song writer, and reality must be faced. SO I HAVE FACED IT. I've been wrong before on many of my speculations, and I am totally able to man-up and admit to being mother fucking wrong again on some of my ideas and wrongfully perceived presumptions. One thing that nobody on this diseased fucking piece of shit planet will ever convince me of however, is that some one or some thing or force, is doing two perpetual mean and unconscionable things to me. One is persecuting me and making me remain endlessly down and miserable and friendless, and on the verge of homelessness, where I literally am in a life threatening situation all the time, ever since the murder of my mother by that evil wicked fucking witch, PAULA BELINDA KING. The other thing is that they have [placed me in some hypnotic trance back in my early teens in the summer time of the year of 1968, and have numerous post hypnotic suggestions with me so that when certain things happens, it triggers responses on my part that have ruined and totally wrecked my mother fucking cunt lapping entire life. The biggest one is how I respond, when girls and women flirt with me, and I have absolutely no control over it, or any ability to seemingly ever stop it. Watching the mother fucking telelbvision show the other night, “The Mentalist”, and the episode with the hypnosis stuff, made around the same time that all of my blogs on the website of www.blogger.com/ indeed reflect me telling how I am beginning to remember small glimmers of stuff about this all being done to me by Julia white up on the Island in 1968 at 175 Peninsula drive in Babylon, it is all up there, the times match perfectly, the subjects do as well, it is too far beyond any coincidental possibility for me.

I am quite sure that the ICPE situation of the PARALLEL EVENT is causing my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES BASEBALL TEAM to lose and lose and lose, and the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET will turn around now and soar up 5 thousand points, despite its recent mother fucking ass drop. I know how all of this shit works, I should, it has been going on ever since I FUCKING DIED, WENT TO HELL, AND REMAINED THERE FOREVER AND EVER, BACK ON THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST IN THE YEAR OF 1986.

I told MUSCLES-ED at Cifaloglio Trash Company of Folsom, New Jersey, that I was heading overseas, and that is where I know now that I must go. This shit is not working out, and will obviously only get worse and worse for me until I die a horrendous fucking death eventually, and wake up trying to make peeps all around me believe that I actually lived through all of this 'future time' AGAIN, and be back at high school telling everybody I am over 8,000 years old in this life cycle of the present me.

It amazes me how Pee did indeed give those peeps in Port Saint Lucie, the dream. Obviously it took SSJK and Her strobe-light, to actually deliver the dream, or its recall, or some reasonable facsimile of this, to my recording engineer there, as suddenly as if by magic, unlike with the other two projects I did over there, something just jumped into him, and he began pushing buttons and doing stuff, and the thing really came to life, unlike the other shit to, as the quoted words of my SPR partner would go, no longer “sound like a glorified casino home project”. If every single thing that I try and attempt to undertake and do, just requires 100 times the effort that normal peeps would need to use in order to accomplish the very same thing, and all to merely lead me to only a hundredth of the success, then it is time to realize how powerful indeed this HUNTINGTON-CURSE really is, and just hang it up and quit, and leave for overseas security, as I should have mother fucking done to begin with.

Let me talk about Gawky Gaukauk, the giant black cat who is King of the Lottery, and knows the secrets of Alphanumeric conversions. We all have heard stories such as the bible-Code, and many ways to decipher possible random elements that prove a pattern of messages in many things. It has been a big story beginning late in the 20th century, and is ongoing well into this 21st century of misery and agony. I talk about GAWNUM which is short for 'GAWKY'S NUMEROLOGY', on many blogs from 2007-2011, almost going back to the inception of these blogs in spring time in 2006 from the Hammonton, New Jersey Library, where I met and was introduced by library staff, to the great Ed Lynch, the man who lived in the nearby rooming-house of Hammonton's Judge, the Honorable Frank Raso, and who had for his upstairs neighbors, the great Dawn-Marie King, and her mother Ann King Silva. When I began working security guard duty at Cifaloglio over in Folsom, New Jersey, in March of 2005, an entire plan that was devious and clever beyond human measure,m was devised and then implemented, with the cunning and determination of a lioness. As I type this electronically, an airplane flew by quite loud and low. Certain typed things, will cause either loud motorcycle or aerial assaults or other noise-attacks, this has been ongoing with pathetic motherfucking me since this all started in the middle fucking nineteen eighties, just go to www.blogger.com/ and archive my blog for one great example on the date of October the 5th of 2008. The emphasis is not on any of MI's secrets in the long forgotten past, but on my very present-time and tents persecution using the Waco Texas Fibbie Noise syndrome, or the (WTFNS), as I choose now to refer to this shit by, and will on blogs that follow until I leave for Iraq or Afghanistan, YO players. Waco is real, or WAS, ED, MI!!!!!!!!!!!! Please MI, don't make me add Mister Lynch, this started all this horrendous nightmare for me in this century with your long forgotten wild family. Every time I get near the Plato Message, I get wiped out and destroyed, but for right now, shall we halt this tangent, and tery getting back to the set up of 2005 after Jimmy Stone fired me the previous September first, and the moon went down on my love. This was a little ditty I sang to myself from another part of the transdimensional hyperspace, the very night or early morning before Jimmy the great fired me, and ended life as I knew it. Yes other Jimmy, YYYYY, and also, no I don't know what I'll do, it has been total mother fucking ell for me the entire century under HER HUNTINGTON CURSE, maybe the bitch should never have dropped me on my head out on the street near 440 south 50th street, over in west cunt eating Philly in 1955!!!!!!!Neither one of my miserable mother fucking parents had any fucking right to bring me into this world, knowing that they could not provide shit for fucking me once I fucking got the fuck here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They can both rot in fucking twisted diseased hell for all I give a rats cock sucking ass, YO. This day is a totakl fiasco super fucking B---O---T---B---A---R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!The DJIA will fly up about 6 or 7 hundred pouints, that is a guarantee. At least I'll get some mother fucking credibility out of shit. PP, I hate to break the news to you, BUT I QUIT, and also, here is a hjeart breaker for you, you are riding the coat tails on the GOOGLE system, of a 73 year old country artist. GOOGLE pulls these tricks, they do it to me too, it is either intentional, or merely the way their system works, I assure you however, the 600,000 views has to do with this other dude. Shit like this is all what led to me yanking my shit off of their owned fucking U-TUBE. When you cannot trust the reality or the authenticity of shit, what point is there to any of this fucking internet jazz, partner??????????????????????????????? Yes sir Paul, I am in a horrific mood, and I will apologize to you for getting up here while I'm in this bad frame of mind, only I won't cool down, so why try and wait for later to type any of this shit and post it up, just get it up and over with, as these blogs are all about to end forever, just as I said back on the blog of eleven December, in 2009, and then I packed up and left New Jersey forever, as I said I would, despite MISTER HOSECOOL PATRICK MENTALCASE JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How can I ever know for sure what really happened on U-Tube? I wish to shit in hell, you could have viewed it before I pulled it. Look man, I can't be killed, and I know it, so who cares about the dangers overseas? I will go over and make a ton of money, and come back and live like a king where money is worth 10 times more, down in Americana, not the music charts PP, the area in south America not that far from good old Lenny stealing Brazil, and MISS CHILLIE from 601, only not my 2011 (601), YO. King of the CB Road, huh? Well McKannon, I knew you were a spurious and nefarious character back in 1980, but never dreamed just how so, player, YO! If my theories are correct, how can I believe my shit sucks so much? It would violate something far bigger than the idea ansd concept dfrilled into me in the spring time of 1969 by Misses Marola, over in Haddonfierld, New Jersey, it would sort of be like me saying I have no talent in being a good politician after jest leaving the White House, and President Barack Obama telling me personally or in an official WH memo, that he thinks I am a great Congressman or Senator. PP, yopu cvannot understand this message, as you were too late in viewing something. Still, all the peeps I know so well and that are in circle publically, had nothing good to really say about my shit, nothing, and that is all fine and well. My point is niot this at all. My point is that Mind-Control and fighting it, is wearing me out. We all are born wioth a limited finite and fixed amount of ergs of enrgy, this is not Mountain[pen and his weird blogs saying thism, this is a scienticly recognized fact, look it up, GOOGLE it. Why should I therefore attempt to continue to waste my fixed energy amount on lost causes, and anytime I must fight THEM and THEIR use of MIND CONTROL or IAD manipulastion or ETTOS, this is precisely what's being freaking done. But there is one all mighty being that THEY cannot overpower. This leads me along with other things to really wonder about my no-talented music. But still, I can play along, and merely quit, and go overseas. I cannot die or be killed, I lived at 1406 highland Avenue from July 1984 through April 1985, and the entire United States copyright Office has official record of this address matching me, as this is not “WHAT'S WRONG?”. Not with the left side, the right side, every side, or any side. I can prove and back up every claim, from hospital fires to the NFL, and only the few powerful TRUMP peeps out here know what's getting said here PP. If you ever have the open mind to wanna' know it all, I'll gladly take a train ride up there, and explain it all to you, befo9re I head over the waters to do danger-duty. It is a nightmare to know that you can never escape this existence, it is the quintessential subvampiric existence, with no help this time, unlike in 1986, from any Atlantic city Castles, Queen Irene's, Kate's, or Trump's.

Yes folks, the powerful plan of the middle first decade of this wonderful and lovely century, is not speakable or thinkable. It is all about what makes true nightmares exactly what they indeed really are. 1) Jimmy fires me from griffin Pipe in Florence, NJUSAESMWG. 2) Jennifer Washburn gets me work at Cifaloglio. 3) The Mili-2-force steps up the noise and the aerial persecution beyond human tolerability. 4) I complain about it quite naturally to my coworker, Officer Christopher Bennett. 5) He puts me onto telling my story with internet blogging. 6) I go to the local library, and they help me get started with this project in the spring time in 2006. 7) The Mili-2-force (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) in human physical doppelganger form, hacks the computers, and interferes with the project, in order to get me to complain, and ask the library for lots of help. 8) Along comes Ed Lynch, who is always in the library, downloading songs on his stupid laptop, and so the library peeps decide to hook me up with this great so-called computer-whiz. 9) He and I become friends after a while, and it seems he resides just down the block from this library at a rooming-house. 10) Upstairs from this rooming-house, many things were happening to a distant branch of the human family of SSJK, to get them to move into their friend's rooming-house, (Judge Frank Raso), and there they were, just waiting for me the entire time to enter into this picture, these were the upstairs neighbors of Ed Lynch from the library. Now folks, these ten little steps seem absurd to 99.9999999% of thinkers, but I know differently just how cosmic shit works. Not only can't I fight this, I can't even die and escape this motherfucking hell. This is why I make this ultimate and seemingly unfathomable and outlandish claim that on the 15th day of august of 1986, I DIED AND FUCKING ACTUALLY DID GO TO FUCKING H-E-L-L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dispute it all you want peeps, go right ahead, as I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I JKNOW, and here is something else that I know peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! David Charles Roth told me what I am now about to speak about to all of you out here. He said it many times, and I could not get it into my head, the dumb shit that I am. I always insisted that when beautiful goddess queens and super lovely teens and twenty something girls would flirt and come on to me, that, and I quote, “THEY WERE ENEMIES SENT BY OTAMM”. This is why I just ignored them and got away from them as fast as my little weak fragile legs were able to carry me. He screamed at me practically, “Mark you idiot, your enemies do not want something fantastic for you, there is no way they are being sent, it is a gift from God to compensate for your hellish cursed life, take advantage of the opportunity and go with it, you stupid moron!” This is also why, it is against the odds to think that enemies would post any good comments on blogs, websites, or U-Tube account, just to confuse me. I always thought that keeping me confused was their PRIME DIRECTIVE, a goal so powerful on the part of OTAMM and the WOMO, that it actually may lead some day to the real FOP and their PD, on the Star Trek world of science-fiction-television. This may be a slightly over-exaggerated opinion, but it makes this over emphasized point for me, YO players!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Looking long and hard at the middle February of 2009 blog about Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE, up on the original and GOOGLE-OWNED, blogging site of www.blogger.com/, it is really difficult for me not to think that my daughter did not pay me this ultimate compliment, but who can ever know this, unless she lets me know it, one way or the other? As I said, I have told all the peeps who know me since I came down here to scummy sunny hot oven Florida, about my U-Tube site, and no one gave a shit at all, and not one of these peeps had one thing really to say. It really does make me wonder, but who can ever know unless they are told beyond a doubt? Don't be mad at me PP, I am just tired of trying to please the crowd, and would rather say UNCLOE at a million decibels, and leave; and go fight our enemies somewhere for big bucks. It is not you or music that I am thoroughly disgusted with, it is my entire nearly 57 years of life now, it is very old and very boring, and I know that for me it neve4r ever stops, and this is a depressing reality that no one on this “earth can even hope to ever really wrap their heads around, so they'll just laugh and call me the crazy blogger. Fine, right back at the lovely world at light speed squared, and PP, that is my attitude to all of it. If you and I were back in 1998 at one of those places like the Nugget, I'd say let's get loaded out of our skulls and yell fuck it all until some dudes come up and we all end up outside swinging, teeth and fists flying, and having a fucking ass blast. You hang in there, enjoyed our talk the other day, call whenever you want. I am not mad or disappointed in anything, and feel free to go up and look at the new project when RI uploads it early next week, who knows, you may not hate it all that much, only if I know you, dance music and PP is like the dude in the wife's bed, and the dude walking in. WO, you get it. Still, if you like it, great, if not, I won't cry, PP, I have cried my tears; and now by the gods, I truly don't give a Clark Windgone Rettgable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END BLOG, YO.