SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0271

“THANKSGIVING SIEGE HAS STRUCK ONE DAY AHEAD”

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0271
1:19 PM-EST-WEDNESDAY, DEVIL NUMBER-23,
BOTBAR MONTH-11, WORST YEAR OF MY MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR LIFE, TWENTY-BOTBAR-ELEVEN (11)

LET ME MOTHER FUCKING TRY TO COMPENSATE AND
CUNT-PEN-RAPE A LITTLE HERE, MI-MORIANS, YO; WITH 5555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555.

THANK YOU, GIVENS KING BROKEN HAWK NOSES, SIR LAMBRIGGER JABEZ DS, DS, DS, AND SO MANY OTHER NEGATIVE INITIAL COMBOS OF THE SWEET OLD ENGLISH ALPHABET, BRO.

I WAS RUDELY FUCKING AWAKENED TO A COURT SUMMONS DUDE AT MY DOOR, TELLING ME I AM BEING SUED, EARLY THIS MOuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuRNING.

CHEMTRAILS ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE, AND SO ARE LOUD AND LOW AIRCRAFTS, THAT ARE ALL PERSECUTING AND HARASSIONG ME TO DEATH. IT IS FUCKING 1988 AND 1989 ALL FUCKING OVER AGAIN, TODAY, IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, BUT READ ON, YO. CHEMTRAILS-U-TUBE.COM/ GOOGLE UP CHEMTRAILS, GO TO THE TUBE, AND TYPE IN THE NAME, IT IS ALL OVER; AND IT ALL STARTED WITH ME LATE IN 1987; AT MOUNT LAUREL, NEW JERSEY; ON GAITHER DRIVE ,AT THE AMERICAN HONDA PLANT.

MY COMCAST CABLE WAS KNOCKED OFF, SO THAT I COULD NOT BLOG THIS ONTO MY WEBSITES, WWW.BLOGGER.COM/ AND WWW.WORDPRESS.COM/. THERE IS A RECORDING YOU GET WHEN CALLING THE COMCAST CABLE, SAYING THAT AROUND 7 OR 8 TONIGHT, IT WILL BE REPAIRED. MY COMCAST PHONE-LINES ARE ALSO DEAD. WHAT REALLY ARE THE FUCKING CHANCES, FOLKS; THAT THIS ALL ALWAYS SEEMS TO HAPPEN TOGETHER, CONSTITUTING FOR 25+ YEARS, WHAT I TERM (ATTACKS)?

IF ANY ONE OF YOU OUT HERE WOULD BUY INTO 25+ YEARS OF THIS HELL NIGHTMARE MOTHERFUCKING SHIT, THAN MY RESPONSE IS, GOOD FOR YOU. IN MY BOOK, I HAVE A DIPLOMA IN YOUR NAME, THAT IS ALL READY PRINTED UP, CALLED THE SORIAN-18-CALLIO-ASSHOLES CLUB-TOP-100. I AM HANGING IT ON ALL OF YOUR WALLS, IN MY MENTAL REALM. I SEE CLEARER THAN ALL OF THE JOHNNY NASH'S OF THE PLANET BACK IN 1972, JUST HOW DESERVING YOU WOULD BE OF THIS GREAT PIECE OF LITERARY ARTWORK ON YOUR WALL, HOME OR OFFICE, DEPICTING YOUR FANTASTIC ACCOMPLISHMENT IN THE TOTAL ABSOLUTE FUCKING DENIAL OF REALITY. BUT STILL, I ASSURE YOU, THAT IF THIS WAS ALL GOING ON WITH YOU, OR ONE OF YOUR LOVED ONES; YOU WOULD NOT BE BELIEVING IT EITHER. IT IS SO EASY TO LAUGH AT AND DOUBT ME, FUCK ME, I DON'T FUCKING COUNT FOR MOTHER FUCKING SHIT, AND I NEVER DID, RIGHT GRAND-MOMMY, MOM????? IF ANYONE OUT HERE EVER KNEW A MOTHER, WHO DID NOT CARE ONE BIT, IF SHE EVER HAD A 'GRANDCHILD', YOU JUST SEND ME WHATEVER THE SHIT IT IS, THAT FLASHES ON THE SYSTEM, WHEN I ENTER THE ONLINE WORLD AND GET STRANGE MESSAGES, THAT I NEVER RESPOND TO. I AM TOO BUSY BEING SUED, FLYING OVER THE AMERICAN RADAR SYSTEM; AND WATCHING OUT AND BEING CAREFUL NOT TO INCURR THE ANGER AND WRATH OF SOMEBODY WHO INSISTED ON TRADING HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMAS WITH DAUGHTERS, WHILE THE WORLD HATES ME, JEERS ME, LAUGHS AT ME, AND WANTS ME FUCKING DEAD. NOTHING ANY OF YOU ARE FUCKING DOING, IS GETTING BY ME, AS I MAY FAKE OUT LIKE IT IS, ONLY TO USE IT AGAINST YOU AT SOME FUCKING FUTURE DATE AND TIME. BELIEVE THAT, AND FUCK SANTA CLAUSE. YOU HAVE ASSAULTED ME ONE TIME TO MANY, YOU ROTTEN PUNK. YOU WILL END UP IN THE EVERGLADES, AND THIS YOU CAN TAKE OVER TO THE TD BANK, AND SAY HELLO TO MISTER WATERSTON FOR ME, AS YOUR HEAD IS BEING SWALLOWED BY SOMETHING NOWHERE AS GOOD LOOKING AS MIZZ DELANEYTEEN FROM 1969, YO.

LET ME NOW SAY A QUICK THING THAT I WILL COME BACK LATER WITH MUCH MORE ABOUT...................................

I opened up the story of the Bluebook, and Quantum Mechanics, Project-UFO-USAF, and so much more, and told you that NONE of this cover up, has to do with real space aliens, saucers; or anything like this. It is only about a million fucking times bigger than any of that, and it would be instantly destructive to the powers that be, and their horrendous hold over all of us; that began with the unknown MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY in 1948, and led within a few years; to the BLUEBOOK INVESTIGATION, and its short life, after the magic seal was placed on it a few years later. I am going to shortly begin showing all of you, how to do unimaginable small things, just as a proof to you; that I am not a Doctor Goldberg nut, from the Dishonorable Air Force. It is coming very soon, but not right now. I must use all the available time now to fight the Quantum (Q) Worlds, in other more pressing ways. I can totally promise, that somebody, somewhere; will be very sorry, after the huge EARTHQUAKE wipes out so many innocent lives; and all I can say is, I AM VERY, VERY, VERY, MOTHER FUCKING SORRY. “I DID NOT START THIS FUCKING TRANSDIMENSIONAL WAR”. THE EGGS FROM THE HARBOR DID, 50 MILLION FUCKING YEARS AGO, AND THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE, KNOWS ALL ABOUT IT. COLOR ME SO IMPRESSED, YELLOW SHEETS ON THE MAKE-ME-THINK BEDS, OF JULIA WHITENIGHTMARES BRISCOE. GAWKY GAUKAUK WILL TELL ME LATER TODAY, WHY THIS WAS SO OFF THE SCALE FUCKING MONSTROUS TODAY. LET ME QUICKLY TELL YOU HOW TO OPERATE THIS PART OF THE GAWNUM FOLKS. YOU ARE ABOUT TO GET YOUR FUCKING MINDS BLOWN IF YOU WOULD JUST TRY IT, AND KNOW I WOULD NOT STEER YOU WRONG, AS WHAT WOULD I GAIN BY SHOWING YOU, THAT I AM JUST A STUPID FUCKING NO GOOD CRAZY CAT FOOL, YO?

Take a set of ordinary playing cards, and remove tens, royals, and jokers, leaving you with four suits of aces through nines. You'll have a total of 36 cards. If you like having more cards, then add in your second deck of cards, but remove the same cards, and then shuffle this bunch of 72 cards, and while you are shuffling, and drawing the cards that I'll explain about in just a second, you need to be thinking about your question to the cosmos, and only about this, nothing else can enter into your thoughts, as the thoughts will be responded to by your two card picks. For example, I will be asking several things today, and my very first question will be, how come today was so fucking major monstrous, with all this shit, happening against me; in this unfathomable procession? Now as I continue to dwell on this query, and only on this; I will shuffle, and then randomly decide to draw one single card, the value of the ace is number one, and the 2-9 is the number itself. So my two card draws will be done as follows. I will pick the first card and write down the number value as root-digit-one, in the PCN-GAWNUM. Then while still pondering on my question, and only this, with NOTHING ELSE WHATSOEVER happening in my mental thoughts, again, at pure random; I will draw the second pick, as this will be root-digit-two, in the PCN-GAWNUM, (Gawky Gaukauk's Numerology). The third digit is always the difference between the two digits of the root digits, and this gives the PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBER (PCN). Later before this holiday HELLIDAY is over, I will tell you what number popped out and, all of the matching things pertaining to that number that show up in my booklet of “PCN-LISTINGS”, as I refer to this as. I will also tell you what Gawky has to say about why and or how, the sound of 'MI' got onto the original “Real Good Girl” song, in 1986; onto the open-reel-master-audio tape. I will tell quite a few things, that the Gawnum said; and highlight some powerful doozies, that were spoken to me, over the past few years; since I learned why my mom never cared about being a grandmother. YUK-YUK-YUK-YUK-FRANKLIN FUNNY, Sheila.

Take the mind bending shit, this fucking far with me, you diseased 'Q, Satan, World of E, or whatever' you choose to see your twisted sick selves as; and do not expect a benign counterstrike, or else; you seriously fucking underestimate me, BRAH!!!!!!!! Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit.

THANK-YOU SO MUCH, for not leaving me SSJK. I did not think you would, but I do admit that I need to trust you a lot more. You know I trust nobody, and everything is perceived negatively by me. For this I am so very sorry. Please bear with me through this nightmare. I will not let you down. Tell Ding-Dong, that I am not as dumb as he thought I was, if you have not all ready done this. What does this SOB want from me? He all ready owns the planet, has you; and all the other TQ's he wants; behind your back. I am surely not telling you something that is news to you. I know your holiday will be a bit better than mine is shaping up to be, and I am at least happy for that. Tell Paula I am not afraid of her, and that I said to be careful. Yesterday, I was driving home from work, and a man with a jersey, crossed the street in front of me, while I was stopped at a red traffic light. The number of “1996”, on this jersey; was unmissable. A few seconds later, an orange Explorer Mini non-Viqueen-van, was in front of me, license plate, FLORIDA, and NIKKY, if my memory is serving me half correctly. This van vanished in front of me. I took my eyes off of the road, for less than five seconds; and it did a 'Selena Dada beach day at Central Pier' on me, poof, gone; with Electroluv and Electrolux, and 'hubby Darren'. The only magic missed here, were the words 'Road-Trip'!!!

So for whoever is attacking me, so ruthlessly, and viciously; MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesonic, SCAN THEM, AND TOTALLY DESTROY THEM, and ALL OF THEIR LOVED ONES, UNDER ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS, AND----S----T----O----P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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