KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0277

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0277
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“REALITY-THREE FURTHER EXPLORED”
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DATE AND TIME FILE (DATFILE) CH-0277-120111.069

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I TOLD YOU GINA, AND OTHERS, THAT WALL STREET BY DECEMBER WOULD BE UP MILLIONS OF POINTS. I MAY HAVE SLIGHTLY EXAGERATED, BUT I WAS MAKING THE POINT, THAT PARALLEL EVENT IS REAL AND AS BEING USED AGAINST ME BY MOTHER FUCKING SQUAT SUCKING SCUM BAGS, AND HAS BEEN SINCE THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST IN 1986. THIS FUCKING WEEK, WALL STREET CROOKS HAVE MADE A THOUSAND MOTHER FUCKING POINTS, BY PERSECUTING ME SO HORRENDOUSLY SUNDAY AND MONDAY. I TOLD YOU BIG LOVELY GINA, U ARM BREAKER U, AND I WAS ON THE MONEY$$$$$$$$$$$. YOU ALL WILL SEE NOW, HUNDREDS OF GAINED POINTS EVERY SINGLE DAY, DAY AFTER DAY, WEEK AFTER WEEK, AND BY THE END OF JANUARY OF MYAN-12, IT WILL BE AROUND 20,000 BASIS POINTS, B-A-N-K----O-N----IT----YO!!!!!!!! BY APRIL, IT WILL BE UP MAROUND 40,000, AND BEFORE THE SECOND CALENDAR OF THE GREAT SHAH-WHITE OF THE VIQUEEN-JEWELLY-CLUB, IT WILL BE AROUND 100,000 MOTHER FUCKING CHEATED POINTS.

Somewhere in hyperspace, in this vast fifth dimension, this prophecy above will definitely occur. The odds that we who read or write these words in the STM of here and now, will be in a matching universe are not all that great. Still, it is all based on how much these bastards can ruin and destroy my life day by day, hour by hour, curls, girls and Superman movies all notwithstanding; that will obviously be the determining factor of just where this all plays out, in exact formula. Now here are a few super reality shocks, 'BING', Detective Studdereale, of L&O.

If I am so 100% correct, and after all, I did do what Einstein claimed could not be done, in 1986, and what many others would despise me for, but let us focus on roulette and not incest. Spring into action, John Mason of sunny hot FTLEFLUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It won't stay Christmas 1983 forever, old wallet Disdee misplacer, YO.

So what is reality-3, for those who read these words, yet refuse to scan back to summer time into autumn blogs of mine from the wonderful, YUK-YUK, year of 2008, Misses Marola?????????????????????????? Reality-3 is the 'WHY', in so far as my ability to consistently make money playing casino roulette that 'wonderful' year in '86, and is also the 'WHY' this thing called PARALLEL-EVENT or (PE) and thus ICPE or INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, works as it does, does what it does, the explanation of the mechanics behind it, no differently than a schematic design shows how the electronics of a machine are put together, chip by chip, diode by diode. Can I or anyone else in this dinosaur time period of twenty-eleven, Misses Marola and other wonderful peeps from my 1969 past; really ever get all the answers so that they could waltz into a laboratory, and mother fucking design a schematic that would properly fully illustrate REALITY-3, and what it does that makes PE and thus ICPE, work? No way 'Josey girl', NO FUCKING WAY. Don't get paranoid on me Governor Terrorist, as I am not making fun of you. I am too pissed fucking off tonight to laugh at the sick jokes of the late MISTER David Charles freaking ass Roth, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm not sweet on the Moon-man of 1985 either, nor do I plan to put a hurting on anybody, not the way some might think aniwho, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If 'DCR' was here in waking life in my shared illusion in this fifth freaking dimensional hyperspace, he would chuckle and then remind me that the scum bag club of America, and maybe the Planet Earth, is simply out breeding us, to quote him word for freaking ass word, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Reality-3 is not a 2+2=4 deal, and it never will be, it cannot be rationally simplified, or reduced to some kind of a philosophical mathematical equivalent lowest common denominator, YO peeps. Put simply folks, some of PE makes total sense. Stay out in the sun too long and you get sunburn. Sock a cop, and you will be in jail. Shoot your foot with a large gun, and you will become crippled. Drive drunk and swerve around, and your license to drive will disappear faster than a bunny rabbit at a Las Vegas lounge magic act. These are like simple cause and effect things. However, CAF and PE are very different no matter how simple or complex they may become, as CAF works in one direction only, while PE works both ways. This makes a logical mind begin deducing that perhaps a third reality is acting on the other two events, but then, who can ever really know for sure, copyrighted voice echos from the past all totally and fully notwithmotherfuckingstanding, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is one thing to say, OK, I will walk into a bar, I am five feet tall and 112 pounds soaking wet, and I will flirt with all the wives of the huge drunk dudes in there, and then I can expect to lose teeth, and maybe consciousness. It is an entirely different mother fucking ballgame however my peeps, to say that after every red and even number that comes out at a roulette table today where I am standing and keeping track on paper with a stick figure chart; that the following next outcomes from these previous red and even numbers, are 5 low and 22 high. Still, this is the trending parallel event here, and once there is at least a 4:1 ratio, and to be really safe, a 5:1 ratio hardy ever loses; you then just stand there waiting for red and even numbers to pop out and bet with the trending next outcome remaining parameter of HIGH or 19-36 outside bet area on the roulette layout on the gaming table. There is a major thing that needs to be talked about here, Albert Einstein, old pal of my dad's, who says I could not have done what I did in 1986. First, it is hard to believe other things in 1986, it seems this was my year for seemingly impossible things to happen to me, still I do not deny reality, they mother fucking happened, so screw it. This next discussion is simply this folks. If WOMO enemies, can score 1000 points for a major siege, why then not make every single day beyond super ultra mega hell for me? Is there thus, some type of a copyrighted, or not copyrighted; (2004 Halloween Day) PERMISSION-BARRIER??????????????In other words, IS SOMETHING PROTECTING ME FROM ABSOLUTE HELL, as what does WALL STREET HAVE TO GAIN by not stepping this up to unfathomable monster ass levels of nightmare cruelty? Well, we can speculate several things that may be all potentially part of this permission barrier of a sorts, my book from 1994 aside, peeps. One is of course, fear of exposure. If I can ever prove what Wall Street has done to me for nearly twenty-five and a half fucking years now, I COULD SUE THEM ALL FOR 25 BILLION FUCKING US DOLLARS, AND I WOULD FUCKING WIN, AS I WEOULD BREAK A FUCKING JURY'S HEART, AND YOU and THEY ALL KNOW IT, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They also may simply not have the ability to do worse to me, or a combination of both of these things may be causing this limited amount of shit being perpetrated on me by this twisted fucking disease. On top of that, other things not thought of here, may also be a factor, or any combinations thereof of all of this. Still, is REALITY-3 real, or is it simply WALL STREET and WOMO, doing all of this, and that's that? Who can ever know. I did what Einstein said could not be done, and I do not have a clue, well,, maybe I have a tiny clue, but that is all I have, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No other blog on Planet Earth, has been diligently kept for 6+ years, with a story this outlandish and off the scales bizarre. Just this in and of itself, verifies the validity of all of this vomit swallowing death hell that I am being forced to endure.

Showing weakness to WOMO such as admitting what I said on my last blog never helps my empire, and always bolsters and edifies the EVIL EMPIRE, without fail, my 6+ year blogs, again, reiterate this resoundingly clear and quite absolutely unmissable, YO. They have both my kids brainwashed, and me in the toilet, and they know they have me by the balls, folks. I know it, and there is no use denying it for a single ass fucking second, friends and fiends. If I start telling or believing fish tales, I should quit right now, as I am only wasting time and energy, mine, and yours. Still, Donald, if my “Uncle” Heinz, denied your pop a loan 40 or 50 years ago, and you think that taking this out on me makes sense, well, that shows me why you are indeed, the ultimate asshole that I have known you to be since you and McGuire teamed up against me in 1984, YO. You two are sick evil Satanic fucking bastards. As long as I live and breathe, just try becoming the president, you dirt bag son of a bitch.

5555555555555555555555555555555555555555. I am being struck by lots of clock attacks from MISS BITCH JANE recently. 55555555555555555555555555555555555555555. Allow me to compensate please folks. 5555555555555555. I am seeing lights out of the eye corners big time for months now, just like 1980 back at the RPL recording fucking studio days. Things are very bad for me peeps, and they will not be improving any mother fucking time soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These Christians can keep their fucking god of theirs, all it ever does in my life is make things far fucking worse, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME, someday I'll fucking learn my lesson, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All the powerful shit told recently on blogs, and the market flies up near ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS. Oh yeah, right; like some huge mother fucking shit is not gonna' fucking strike. What am I, some fucking ass retard, YO?????????????????? DUH, I DON'T THINK SO, pretty Discovery-Zone employee!!!!!

END TRANNY, SICKO FUCKING SLIMY ASS GRANY, YO!!!!!!!!