safe journal, chapter 0057

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0057
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SUBTITLED: “FINAL PART OF “M.M. & S.P., BOTH UNLIMITED”
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2994
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I am under death siege, in fact the worst death siege in my entire mother fucking cock sucking bastard pitiful fucked up life of roughly 56.2 years or 562 deci-annums. The real super shit fucking started Wednesday mother fucking ass night late just around 12 minutes past ten give or take a fucking stinking rotten minute. Loud low aerial assault as well as super fucking chemical jet vapor trailing is all over the mother fucking place like black on midnight, wet on water, and hot on lightning.

Now I can fucking bitch and fucking belly ache forever and nobody gives a shit or wants 2 hear a damn part of it and I know that quite fucking well. First, a reminder 2 whatever, whoever, and etcetera, this is really first and foremost MY SAFE JOURNAL, as that mighty and great family FROM FUCKING HELL, destroyed the journal that I had been religiously fucking keeping on cassette tape from early 1983 all the fucking way through late 2009, except 4 perhaps 40 or 50 days, THAT IS A SOLID MOTHER FUCKING 27 FUCKING YEARS PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But this life journal of mine is now all totally gone and mother fucking wiped out, at their behest, and THESE DIRT BAGS DO INDEED OBTAIN AT ANY AND ALL COSTS, EXACTLY WHAT THEY GO AFTER, MAKE NO MOTHER FUCKING MISTAKE ABOUT THIS PEEPS. Call me a fucking ass liar and B the quintessential butt wipe fool, that’s all on U, BRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But if U now think in any way or shape or form that this blog today is gonna B like other ones at least posted in the recent 2nd half of the “BLOGGING CAREER” of the ‘MOUNTAINPEN’, then fucking ass think again my fiends and my foes, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SIMPLY FUCKING PUT, IT WILL NOT B, SO B FUCKING BRACED 4 WILD ASS FUCKING SHIT, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So who R these “DIRT BAGS” I holler and shout so much about, and who is an enemy, my enemy, or 4 that matter, any fucking enemy? Simply put, it is anyone who brings U down more than they bring U fucking up, when all shit is considered, and all else is mother fucking dick eating said and fucking done, YO. If something or someone brings U more pain than they do pleasure, they or it, whichever the case may B, is your enemy, if the reverse applies, this is your friend. It is not fucking rocket science, and nobody needs the great GAWKY GAUKAUK or other rocker scientists 2B involved in this fucked up simple ass equation, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I may indeed have very recently, totally cracked the case and the mystery as 2Y shit is being done 2 me as it is, and has, as well as all of the precise answers 2Y it occurs the way it does, out of the blue at precise times, in precise ways, and in precise patterns; that no one could possibly ever B imagining no matter if all the peeps on the planet insist that they R all correct and that I am totally fucked up and totally ass wrong. Years ago in one of my numerous blogging fucking texts, I talked openly, frankly and honestly with no punches pulled or holds barred about a school teacher that I had back in the fucking year of fucking 1969, by the name of Misses Marola. This woman was indeed a part of the group, whether she actually was related out 2 6 or 7 cousins straight or through marriages, is irrelevant and unknown, as those that do the bidding of this wild powerful and totally fucking awesome family, R just as horrific and fucking monstrous as anyone directly in the family, YO, take me at my word here, they have some real fucking bully brutes and low life fucking bottom feeders employed by them, and this gets ultra fucking complex and would require entire fucking libraries of text information in order 2 properly describe in the necessary details, all of the proper and exactness of the full elaborations pertaining 2 all of this fucking horrendous nightmare story straight from the fires of hell 4000 miles below our fucking feet. Do U think this is funny Michelle and peeps from 1980? Well laugh on, and rock on if U want 2, I don’t give a hot smelly ass shit, as I will B in fucking South America B4 the fucking summertime, and totally fucking out of your fucking clutches mother fuckers. But B4I go on ranting and piss off the ‘Onyxites’ of this fucking sick diseased puny vulgar planet, let me first apologize 4 making an error in a datfile from 2 blogs back if my memory is properly serving me, I meant point 5 and then whatever, not zero, it was not around one in the fucking morning when I typed in my blog at the Fort Pierce, Florida public ass Library. Then let me explain 4 those that will never put enough dots into a neat sleuth created line from my 5+ years of internet blogging, what my subtitle implies from the recent works since late last year in the oh-ten year, dah-dah---dah-dah-dah, and Barbara Feldon not withstanding, sorry about that my lovely beauty queen. B4 moving this on further, I will explain something on a level that maybe a very few will B able 2 get, all depending on of course, whether their personal fucking lives R fucked up enough, as mine has been forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Reality is all running backwards, and going against the popular opinion will always make any doer of this deed, correct, way more than fifty percent of the time. However, it will make U unpopular, and this is not with most persons, anywhere near an acceptable trade off, so they remain in the flow of mediocrity, acceptability, and asininity, and disbelief of many things that stare us all right in the face, and that a totally fucking blind person could C with 3 canes and a baseball size lump on their heads. Misses Marola and I had this debate when I was a young lad of about 14 and a quarter years old, right at this school in Haddonfield, New Jersey, that I attended. This was a special education school 4 many unordinary kids. We had the full range there, from the geniuses 2 the totally challenged, with both varying mental as well as physical challenges and obstacles 2B overcome. Senator White had a son who went here, and was my friend. Many peeps of wealth and power were behind this particular power structure, and the complexities involved R beyond freaking staggering. But then if U really want 2 go out on a limb, it was the high school that I attended 2 miles away from this place B4 my attendance at this school, that had some really interesting characters there, things that connect 2 the very core of my problems, and I doubt any of it was not all planned by the great Jewelly Nurocky White of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, out in infinity. But getting back 2 the discussion with this teacher, I was telling her that even if every person on the Earth was in disagreement with me, it does not positively nor definitively verify and prove that I am or that I must B, WRONG regarding a point of issue. She vehemently disagreed with me, and stood close 2 six feet tall and was stronger than Hercules. I was not going 2 continue fighting with her, as I knew I could get my body broken, this shit happened back in those days, and 4 those that R not old enough 2 know it, ask someone that U know personally who indeed is older, say between 50 and 80 years some place. I had the entire winning argument if only I was ‘permitted 2 win’ which of course I was not, as it, as so much indeed is, is all set up and on a very limited menu of permitted barriers and absolute constraints that R made in full cloth out of the most rigid and austere bullshit imaginable, but that is an argument 4 other times and yes, other blogs. Time was the other enemy that I was facing, as legally held state lotteries were still about 3 or 4 years away. Indeed, these lotteries would totally work 2 verify that I was totally correct and that Misses Marola was incorrect. She said that the one individual that was siding against everyone else must thereby in fact B the one that is wrong. Still, any lottery winner will insist that I was correct all along with my theories. The lottery winner is the one out of all the other incorrect number picking peeps, who was now in possession of the one WINNING TICKET, and he or she was then CORRECT, or picked the correct number, while all the other losing numbers were all INCORRECT, and this is exactly Y these persons in possession of these losing tickets, all lost that day. Sorry Misses Marola, nothing personal, just the facts mahm, right Joseph Friday, bum-bum-bum---bum-bum-bum-bum-bum21-21-21-21-21-21-21-21-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Letty and I must B careful there, walking across those casino floors, but then Leticia Tilley back in 1997 was not that many years off diapers. Don’t hurt me Paula!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Help me Regis Philbin sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“I come from the year 1997”. This is what I told that prick and his buddy who stole my time box back in 1968. It all is on the blogs from 2006 and 2007. But the kicker cubed here is that I was about as mother fucking clueless at any of these times and years, 2 exactly how the cosmic game connects into that monstrous capitalism shit until last night around just shy of fucking 8 in the evening, is truly played, in all the details of operation. A man was mysteriously hired at a pipe making facility in Florence Township, New Jersey in the summer time of 1986, right around the very time that I was in New York City with my pal David Roth, 2C the music group known then as “NEW SHOES”. Steve told me word 4 word and I quote, “I never put in any application or called or anything, yet out of the blue one day they called my house and asked me if I would like 2 work there 4 them”. Steve told me that he was on vacation and decided 2B born as the human being named Steve Murray, but in a higher reality, he is really the god named Psyche Mayrathus. He lived on the ASTRAL PLANE on top of 30 mile high mountains beyond the Olympian Province, in another neighboring province, in a mansion the size of 5 Buckingham Palaces, and has a string of talking gigantic dogs as a guard force that patrol and keep all invaders out. I have been there, he is no liar. He also told me that the human being named Gene Roddenberry who was the key player along with Lucile Ball, in creating the greatest sci-fi show of all time, “Star Trek”, was an Olympian god also. Most peeps in the religious circles have alternate names 4 these gods of the Astral Plane, “demons” and “angels”. Really it all boils down 2 the old expression of 6 in one, half a dozen in the other; it is all the same coin that contains 2 sides. On the Astral Plane, the word that English letters would pronounce as ‘FAH-REN-KAY’ resembles the alien word Roddenberry created 4 the capitalist profiteers that look even uglier than the Klingon, if such shit is even humanly imaginable. Yes peeps, it seems that 3 shows on television have been, and R presently as well, telling and explaining many multiples of my life mysteries, providing answer by answer, all the shit that has been plaguing my hellish life all along. The trouble is that I never would have put this shit together, it was 2 much, and I am 2 deeply into the mother fucking woods, 2 really B able 2c the forest from the trees, and step back and properly analyze so much painful fucking bullshit. The names of these shows R, “The Mentalist”, “Star Trek”, and “Law and Order”. It is all being revealed 2 me, on a daily basis, step by step, inch by inch, Larry, Moe, and curly, and Niagara Falls all notwithstanding. Who else but THAT FAMILY, and one of its members, Ann King Silva, put me onto the great television show listed above, “The Mentalist”? I always knew or at least since what I refer 2 as my awakening or enlightenment process that basically took place during the period in years of 1990 and 2005, all though it seems that no end is ever in sight 2 this process and it appears that it will continue on relentlessly, that everything is really all a game. The movie called “Conspiracy Theory” mentions the one well known bet that really was wagered by powerful WOMO forces or the world owners, regarding the war in Vietnam. This is one very good example of the greater point I am trying 2 make as well as discuss on this blog chapter. Still, as 4 this game and talking openly about it, even I with all my awakened enlightenment, am always limited 2 the permission barriers that will B a factor in things no matter how much I might ever want 2 try and refuse this thought or accept its reality. The very idea that this all is no more than a fucking game would then go on 2 defeat itself if I could then state that while a forced player in this fucking game, I can ever own any ABSOLUTE CARDS. If this was a board game such as Monopoly or one where players draw cards in like manner, there simply R no printed cards that give a player, ANY ABSOLUTES, not ever, this is built right into the fucking game and becoming aware of the game’s reality and even this fact that there R barriers, still does not bring the knower of this fact one tiny bit closer than B4 this fact is totally known and accepted as indisputable irrefutable truth. Still, last night’s STAR TREK-TNG television show showed me how this miserable bunch of puke played an unthinkable game with me and others, and it all is no more than a game, and total bull shit. Get the fucking show, the title did not seem 2B aired or somehow I missed it last night. In Fort Pierce, Florida, this show aired at 7 PM on channel number 15, on the Comcast Cable system. Once U view it and put it into the truths and stories told on the Morianity project of my blogs since early May of the year 2008, after my 70 day departure from internet blogging, U will C the most monstrous thing that has ever been done 2 not only me, but McGuire’s own distant cousin, of course he despises that line of the family as does the entire line where McGuire comes from, but after UC this monstrous shit on last night’s fucking television fucking show, that sent me into 2 hours of crying like a fucking baby, U will C and understand. No, I do not imagine this entire game. I even figured out that it all is a game, but I never saw the monstrous evil shit that was perpetrated against me by this despicable and abominable and deplorable WOMO. These letters stand 4 the WORLD OWNERS of the MILITARY-UFO-FORCE OTAMMITES. Milituforce is the shortened word, and Otammites comes from the term that I made up in 1988, and copyrighted in the original EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, and sent 2 the Copyright Office in Washington 13 DC, Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior, the man who authored the book about my trans-dimensional home in egg Harbor City, with my wife Paula King, and my 2 wonderful daughters, Pee and Mi. Real funny Michelle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Funny-funny-funny-Sheila Franklin Boo-cow-ski!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Federal Communications Commission, and if U really were my pal from school and I think U were, bob McDowell, as how many names like yours moved 2 where UR in Indiana after U tape recorded me talking about the calendars that would B used in a location called the “Timeless-Satellite” someday if my plans had all worked out, PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME. These fucking MILLIONTH-COUNCIL WOMO SCUM R violating my civil rights every fucking day, fucking with my remote control video equipment, in violation of every fucking law on the books in the United States of America, against a free and legal naturally born citizen, not a convicted felon, and it seems, was never in any danger at all of ever being one. U GO GENE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, not the Gene that almost had puppies on the night of 20 July back in freaking 1969. ‘Hi yourself’, misses Marola, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have been under horrific fucking death attack, utility, property, air shit, physical attacks, the “TOOTHACHE MAJOR BUTTON” was pushed a week ago and it was hell 4 a few days, and then poof, gone. There is no ‘button’, it is just what I fucking refer 2 this bullshit persecution by, and in any case or with any wordage used, it is still a MAJOR FUCKING CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION, ACLU, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

U want fucking war with me U fucking diseased bastard ass hole jerk off scum bag clit lappers? Fine, I will tell some major fucking shit right here and now. When Trinidad Sat was working in Baltimore, Maryland around the early nineteen eighties, he worked with a girl there driving a school bus, as she also did, and her name was White. U should know about the major interaction or ‘dream’ U may call it that I had a number of months ago back in the OH-MAROLA-TEN year. But a quick diversion off on a new tangent if I may B GOTTWALD CAMERA PERMITTED, first, and then I will conclude what I am saying about Miss White and Sat Sam Trinidad. Mrs. Marola as U should all know, talked about years past 2000 and pronounced them the way they really were pronounced, unlike the way others thought that they would B, such as twenty-oh-three and so forth. Accept 4 the movie called “2001, A Space Odyssey”, all sci-fi future shows were scripted where the characters also pronounced years as twenty-oh-five, and so forth instead of the way it really happened in this time period, two-thousand-five. Watch “LAW and ORDER” the television show, the episode where the safe was broken into and one of the girls involved in a plot that dated back 2 the nineteen-sixties was named Susan forester. At the end of the show that was copyrighted in 1994, 6 full years B4 the 21st century came in, Dick Wolf and his omniscience-pals had ADA-Jack McCoy, played by Sam ‘not Sat’ Waterston, read his scrip and say the words and I quote, “She will B in jail until two thousand and three, maybe by then the sixties will B over”. This line ended the show. Makes us wonder a little, but then, U have not heard anything about my wall slammer Nick who has hated my living guts since his childhood. This bastard, game or no game, abducted me in my mother fucking sleep and took me with him 2 the city of Boston in the autumn of the year of 2008, took my monster ass tape recorder away from me shortly thereafter, and nearly chocked me 2 death in his bare hand after that at his magical fucking lake-house. In the nineties he took me back 2 my high school and fucked with me in 1968, stranded me and stole shit out of my Saturn car. The box powers the chain and the chain powers the box. U will find this sentence printed in blogs from 2006 on my Morianity project and many blogging post ups. What it came 2 mean I found out years later and last night is so simple it sucks and stinks at the same fucking time, YO. HE takes the box, SHE takes the chain, and leaves me 2 live through Lenny McKinnon all over again, another relative of the family from the male line going back 3 generations where 2 first cousins married up. I always knew there was some reason 4 that movie, with or without the lights, the booming sounds, or Trump’s heart attack when he saw Letty on the video equipment, the one man who knew 4 certain that it could really B, MC, as he knows how powerful all this shit really is. Gauky Gaukauk told me that 187 is the PCN 4 HIM, the words “TIME TRAVEL”, and the name of the mighty island, as well as HYPERSPACE, which is all part of shit, as U cannot travel in 1,2,3, or 4 dimensions without traveling also in the 5th one, or hyperspace. U do the fucking math Professor Bonepicker Mourninglight Fakedeath. Now back onto the other issue of Satrinidad Sam and Miss White. But first and B4 that, oh shall we not even try and forget the abduction where HE took me many years out into the future where the wild school bus was capable of making much wider turns than current day busses can do, in New York City and how HE saw me and spat upon the ground right next 2 me and said horrible shit 2 me. He blamed me 4 lots of shit, and here he finally gets his way after thousands and maybe even millions of years, what a fucking turd. He influenced me in a powerful ass dream-interaction that I never told about during my Haddonwood days, where HE told me that I needed 2 get myself fucking hypnotized at all costs, and from there this entire mess has been a one way ticket into hell fire. This led 2 10-SC-Avenue “COUSIN SARAH”, and neighbor on the street Robert McGuire, and from there, ALL HELL times 10 to the 50th exponent power broke mother fucking loose goose noose around me, and 2 this very day has not stopped one single second 2 look fucking back, YO!!!!!!! But back 2 Sat from Trinidad, 9 miles off of the coast of lovely Venezuela. The lady White and SAT were also driving school busses there in Baltimore, Maryland, USAESMWG. I was inside this wild interaction that I had no Earthly fucking way 2 know really happened decades ago with Sat and his coworker, Miss White. All that is missing here is if she is whiter than him, as Sarah was certainly darker than her friend in July of 1969. Jimmy Hoffa and maybe Lenny McKinnon, R both buried or have their human remains at least, locked up in a secret vault inside the Pittsburg Hotel on 10-SC Avenue. This is all Y McG got in my face that day late in 2006 and also destroyed my car and injured myself and Edward Lynch, and then made us forget it with the power of his ETOSS trunk device time box-boz, and I end up the biggest MARK of all, conned by the best cons of Niagara Falls and luscious beautiful women from the area, the one who knows this entire fucking thing is some dirty evil game that allows a distraction from the nightmare that we all simply exist, and nothing ever starts or stops and that time is pure fucking illusion. Then comes the powerful kicker punch that lands the fucking total ass knock out and wins the damn fight and sends me into a life long tailspin, as in the year of 1983, the first chokehold was put on me by that little dick kick prick not named rhyme. He was not the dude at the medical office in caser any butt wipe is remotely fucking interested. That glary eyed dude is Mariah’s 23rd grandfather, Vasco DaGama. THE GAME of Vasco!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not 2 kick the hubcap off of anybody’s tricycle McCoy, but words R all rooted in the symbols of truth, and have their parallel equalizations numerically as well, as Gawky knows so well. In 1983, and this is all on very old blogs at the site known as www.blogger.com/drunkenhive/, I was put into chokehold number one around 10:30 PM on the fucking night of hellish June the 4th. Later on, I moved back 2 the very same apartment unit system called the Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees in New Jersey, USAESMWG, in late 1983, and also came down 2 Orlando, Florida 2 visit the Chief sound recording engineer of the famous RPL studios of Camden, New Jersey, and B4 making this visit, I invented the first chat room that was 15 years ahead of its time, quite primitive, and all with the somewhat reluctant cooperation of the AT&T Corporation, who like the IBM peeps, also love 2 rip off the RIP OFF TOWN song, but I don’t care, I’m fucking flattered 99 times, YO, they still dance at Mickey Dee, in my minds’ eye, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, when I get ready 4 some more counseling, ‘I KNOW’ that U will talk 2 me, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now during the height of all the bullshit in 1983, along with 657 blue colors, many copyrighted fucking songs in my name, and so much more, came the telephone talks with Mister Rambo, an employee of AT&T. Thanks 2 the shadows of Dawn-Marie King and family, the tapes of this R all lost and destroyed, at the behest of this all mighty family. Mister Rambo was a very nice agent of the phone company and helped me during times of major MILLIONTH-COUNCIL persecutions and games. Still, the movie that came out shortly thereafter was no coincidence. Also, Miss White who was Sat’s coworker in Baltimore had a 2nd job, working as a lab technician. She actually had 2 restrain the man that played RAMBO, just ask him if U doubt me, whoever is reading this shit in the government or the military or the secret fucking covert ass agencies, or the powerful 500 alien profiteers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She had 2 use unusual constraints that this lab had access 2 and actually gave the idea 2 him when the movie was made about a year later, give or take.

A few nights ago, sure enough, right B4 this fucking super siege struck me like a fucking bolt of hyper-dimensional plasma, I went 2 sleep and instantly found myself in 1980 and back again at apartment number 1802 at Robin Hill, and Paula King came over with my daughter Pee. What happened after that is not bloggable, not now, maybe later, whoever thought I would tell so much?

It is my sincere hope and wish that Jewelly will take an honest look at how she either got conned or started this distraction game in the first place. Telling me what U did in that auditorium last autumn makes no sense. If anything mysterious is ongoing here, it is not me who is generating it. I was a few days late and your lovely daughter is asking her higher self 4 one hell of a lot of that good old WHITE stuff. Wow, does it really get better than this Gene Rod?????????????????????????????????????

Not that far off when mankind is not so dangerous, he will learn how 2 create atomic velocity and chain react a field in a controlled way and even then, my PEE is light years ahead because she knows how 2 invent things that go along with the reality of Space-Time-Mind, instead of opposing it, as all things currently do. I admit that if misused, stopping one spin and developing unlimited velocity in uncontrolled ways could wipe half this galaxy out in a flash. Still, it all is just a game. We exist, and the very few who know this huge ass secret, know it.

As 4 the present time, my situation is simply and not at all pretty. I realize now through powerful hindsight in big picture viewing, that my enemies in the Millionth-Council and the WOMO or their Earthly equivalent and doppelganger counterparts, that I run in one direction through the 4th dimension, and they actually move in the opposite. The patterns of persecution verify beyond any doubt at all in my mind, that this is dangerously true and fucking totally awesome.

END OF THIS TRANSMISSION:

safe journal blog 0056

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0056
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
2:55 PM, January KARGE SCUM 18th, 2011
Subtitle: “Part 3 of MM & SP, Unlimited”
Beginning Transmission:


I AM UNDER A MOTHER FUCKING SUPER FUCKING SIEGE!!!!!!!!!!!! Things were a little better, not much, but they totally exploded around fucking 2:30. Persecution by air has altered and now it is super persecution by super loud music and neighborhood garbage. B4I can begin telling anything, I must tell my own record and safe journal what must B first said. At 2:30 a super attack at the house 4 no reason struck, and I am reporting it 2 the fucking police as soon as I leave this library, this is done totally intentionally by a total paid off fucking jerk off, and I have the video taped evidence. I plan 2 fucking file charges. The nabe-attack got bad at the start of this fucking horrendous fucking helliday/holiday, as it always does, like fucking clockwork precision, nothing is really one fucking bit out of the ordinary. A flash fucking mob is at the library, it is wall 2 wall jammed, I may not even B able 2 fucking post up. Also, the word processors R in heavy use, I got one, but usually on fucking weekdays it is not this ridiculously fucking jammed and crowded with scum bags all over the mother fucking place. This particular machine is fucking major being fucking ass hacked on top of this, some huge fucking thing has had 2 have fucking occurred at 2:30, and this is all beyond fucking supernatural. I have seen these out of the blue total fucking attacks B4 but rarely R they this mother fucking intense. Every mother fucker behind this siege is total DEAD MEAT, when Maggie finds U, targets U, and wipes U all the fuck out along with all of your mother fucking loved ones. HELP ME MAGNESONIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Work is hell, life is hell, and all was quite OK until I left fucking WHITE CITY back last June 2 come into this miserable fucking 26th Street ghetto. Ann King Silva said in her published fucking letter 2 me a year ago back the 13th, “My life will B getting worse, and within the normal period of time needed 2 make good the threat, BOOM, MISTER NAVARONE GUNNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I died and went 2 hell on the 15th of August in the year of 1986. This is all told on blogs posted at www.blogger.com/ long B4 2008 ever rolled around, and THAT FAMILY, STRUCK AGAIN!!! I was not planning 2 blog today, I was all ready depressed after a super string of super BOTBAR fucking days, and U can all count today as another one of course now, and was telling Diana over the phone that I was really down and out and thinking seriously of committing suicide, and POW, this dirt ball puts his car right at my bedroom window and thumps his million watt car stereo out of the blue making me mother fucking jump out of my mother fucking skin. I believe it was the television station in New York City, WPIX television, back in the year of 1988 that told about the entire shit I am going through. It seems that 2 dudes came forward that were once part of the Air Force, and went under the names of Agent Falcon and Agent Condor, and U may quote fucking me when I say that once UR on the list of being fucked with and destroyed by this force of dirt bags that I refer 2 many times as the MILITUFORCE, or the OTAMMITES, of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, UR never ever left alone, the quotation was when a cameraman’s equipment was forcibly confiscated and then the man was told, “If U open up your mouth about any of this, we will never give U a moments peace 4 the rest of your life”. WOW CAN I MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING RELATE 2 this poor fucking bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Since they R taking no prisoners and want full scale fucking thermo nuke-war, I will say that yes, unbloggable indeed, this family is all one huge family, and they do not always work as a unit, many hatreds exist throughout it due 2 prejudice and racism. It is Y Marilyn Monroe was murdered, Y Doctor King was murdered, Y they tried 2 frame him as a Commy-Red which was totally fucking false, and is how the entire planet and its creation is all part of this, through Scylla Herself who indwells in most generations, one person in this family lineage. Believe whatever U want world, if I could not back up and totally substantiate all that I fucking say here, I would not dare 2 print shit like fucking this in a fucking million years.

How many times did those in the closest circle around the greatest “MAN” in recorded history by most accounts and standards here in 2011, Jesus the Messiah, get told by Him, that no words could B used 2 tell the real total truth of stuff? Read it all in your bibles, Y take my word 4 a shittin’ thing? The 2006 and 2007 website, cleverly destroyed by enemies, called the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, told some of the magic tale, it never can B told. No awake human can get the message, they only think that they can, and then they fucking laugh. Still, there is the true reality that we all exist, period. There is a way that we dream out and away from this existence with no interaction, ‘eventually’. The first thing down from this dream out is the circuitry of the system, the LAWTRONICS, the 7th dimension. From there, things get dreamed down into a MIND REALM, the 6th dimension. From here, things move into the starry realm or the spirit world, many today in the world of the mystics label this condition-interaction of a sort, the “Astral-Plane”. Words R simply words, and thus, they can never B more than that. The real kicker is that from this place also called, “forever”, interactions take place in no particular order. Energy is expended after enough of them, and then the need 2 dream down and replenish this energy comes into play. This is how all of the virtually countless parallel physical plane universes come 2 exist on the countless varying atomic vibrations that all agree with their own ‘universe’ and reality. This is the hugest crash course in reality ever given or told. Even a compressed version that leaves no necessary details out would require a million words or more.

When Sarah Krassle interacted with me in the physical year of 1969 in my ‘sleep’ and took my motorcycle chain away from me forcibly, and told me that SHE needed this 4 “HER GREAT CITY”, 2 quote HER precisely, she bore a striking resemblance 2 a teenaged version of the recent First Lady, Jacquelyn Kennedy, the wife of 37th President John F Kennedy. She looked similar 2 this as well in waking life down in Atlantic City, New Jersey when my mom and I would stay on Tennessee Avenue at the Trinidad Hotel in the summer time of the years of 1965 through 1968 inclusive, every late June and middle August, 4 a total of 8 stays, and I would C her on the street from time 2 time. Only twice did she speak any words, neither time 2 me, she only spoke 2 me with her very special eyes that most definitely could totally penetrate the soul, as the poets have license 2 say. Without getting super complex and ranting on and annoying the mighty Onyx and friends, this all connects in ways far beyond where this one blog today can even hope 2 go in its wildest imaginings. Still, a man told me a few years later in waking life right on the Atlantic City beach nearby 2 where Sarah used 2B on 10-SC Avenue, that the 2nd tallest hotel on the street, as he pointed over, contained in a hidden location, the remains of Jimmy Hoffa. This 2nd tallest building is today the tallest structure, as back then, the Mayflower Hotel stood there, and now is gone. Robert McGuire’s dad built this hotel back in 1902; and this is all right up there on the internet 4 anyone 2 Google around and eventually get this information. B warned though my friends, when U look at them, they WILL begin 2 fuck with U, and the more U go, the more they will go, AFTER U, that is, altering your entire mother fucking life in ways that no reader can even start 2 fathom.

The part that those following MORIANITY and my blogs will never really put together with a million super sleuths behind them is the PAULA KING FACTOR. Without seeing this entity 4 who and what she really is, an entity quite similar 2 Roddenberry’s Scottish creation in last nights’ TNG-Star Trek show, none of this makes much sense or seems possible. The problem is that the stuff I insist is true regarding Paula Belinda King is likewise difficult 2 impossible 4 anyone 2 really get their heads around. Here we have a powerful VIQUEEN named Jewelly Nuwhitekey, the Lieutenant and leader of the most incredible group of astral Plane teen aged girls imaginable, and who is directly under the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle HERSELF, while simultaneously, when no meetings R being held on Viqueens Island, Jewelly double as the mother of the great SSJK, and wife of the mighty NEPTUNE-JUPITER JAPTARAMA CAVELANTISOCLEEVIOUS KRASSLE. After doing this 4 infinity, she began enjoying playing double rolls on the Astral Plane, and began existing in the human world as the daughter of a powerful wealthy Atlantic City entrepreneur by the name of John King, who died shortly after this millennium came in. This is the guy who insisted that I hose my body off even if I only go 2 the casino back in 1996, as well as who kept big loud barking dogs on his roof, right over the radio station called WAYV, where Paula is part of, and I have the audio tape, am I right MISTER Regis Philbin, sir?????????????? In any case, there R trillions of things that can B told, and will B, IF THESE DISEASED MOTHER FUCKING TWAT EATERS DON’T MOTHER FUCKING BACK OFF THIS MONSTROUS DEATH SIEGE, AND STOP THIS 9+ DAY SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR ATTACK AGAINST FUCKING ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END OF THIS TWANSMISSION ELMER FWUDD, WHAAAAA!!!!!!!!

safe journal, chapter 0055

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0055
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2297
SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATE-AND-TIME FILE: 011411.065
Subtitle: Part 2 of “Mark M. & Steve P, Unlimited”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:


It has never ever never ever never been this cunt lapping mother fucking bad. The aerial siege is off of the mother fucking scale, all week long, they have been mother fucking pummeling me without let up, it is absolutely, totally, and positively beyond relentmotherfuckingless, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Scylla appeared 2 me while I was taking an afternoon nap yesterday. Work is total mother fucking hell, it is hell on every mother fucking parameter, and I do not give a fucking shit eating bull screw in a nunnery squared Eckstein and Einstein, who cares, who believes, who thinks that I’m a mother fucking nutcase, and on and fucking on and mother fucking on we can fucking go, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! The planes R low and extremely loud, not crash level, but they need only super low attack when the planes R not super ass fucking pussy sucking noisy. Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday were super nasty chemtrails in the sky, the worst fucking sky week in mother fucking ages, YO!!!!!!! Whether the DOCTOR MARTINO CALLIO LUTHER KING helliday mother fucking holiday, as always, is the culprit or not, I HAVE NO WAY 2 KNOW OR THUS TELL THIS BLOG 4 SURE , ONLY THAT ALL FUCKING HELL IS BREAKING LOOSE GOOSE NOOSE AROUND ME THIS MOTHER FUCKING WEEK, AND I KNOW THAT THE DOW JONES MARKETS MUST B TOTALLY FLYING HIGHER THAN THE TRAILS AND THE PLANES AND FUCKING B OVER 12K BY NOW, AND I KNOW THAT THE MOTHER FUCKING PHILADELPHIA HICKEY/HOCKEY FLYERS SCUM HOLE DIRT BALLS MUST B WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, THIS ALWAYS FOLLOWS WITHOUT MOTHER FUCKING FAIL EVERY MOTHERFUCKING TIME THAT MY EAGLES FOOTBALL TEAM GETS WIPED FUCKING OUT AS THEY DID RIGHT B4 ALL THIS FUCKING SHIT STARTED, BACK LAST FUCKING ASS SUNDAY, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2 fantastic fucking websites 2 look up the topic of these chemtrails and the shit behind all of this, and there R millions more I’ll bet, would B as fucking follows: www.chemtrail-central.com/ and www.chembusters.com/. If U in the future R interested in any of this horrific shit and R scanning back using Distance Delay Cosmanet, (DDC), visit my site in 2007 called, www.morianity-foundation.com/. This site is long gone, wiped out by powerful STM controlling Astral-Plane families, owned and operated by the mighty awesome and hyper fucking deadly and dangerous MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. (SPACE-TIME-MIND-----STM).

Maybe some fucking MILITUFORCE/OTAMMITE/MILLIONTH-COUNCIL dirt bag shit eating prick licker out here in this realm of ‘reality’ did not appreciate my blog chapter of Safe-Journal, number 0054 at the part where I told the huge NASA SATELLITE WEAPON used experimentally against chosen targets driving their automobiles, and violating their fucking CIVIL ASS RIGHTS, YO!!!!!!!! Well, another huge ass secret will follow on this blog chapter number 0055 today as a result of a week of continuing and unrelenting mother fucking quintessential death siege by these monster mother incestralites!!!!!!!!!

U all know about the Mason Lodge, David Roth, my family lineage via the HUNTINGTON line of New York, Connecticut, and Massachusetts, but U only have been told a small bit of shit in the oh-MAROLA-nine year about a powerful fucking ass hunting trip that Arthur Huntington took with somebody, and even if I tell the entire thing that I managed 2 come 2 find out B4I left New Jersey 4 fucking sunny scummy Florida, there still is the powerful connection that verifies that THAT FAMILY, is the reason that the FBI hassled my poor mom at her office at Lavino Shipping Company, now the mighty Fortune-500 Inchcape of England, back in the early nineteen mother fucking sixties, and how the next generation of my dad, ME, was then targeted by all of these slimy ass monsters, a tactic not at all new any super hush-hush covert secret black file government agencies, and not by any means is the UNITED STATES of AMERICA being the only global super power that is employing these horrendous and viciously evil tactics and procedures, YO!!!! I have no time 2 get into specifics, and should I have the time and do this, I would most likely not even complete the drive home after leaving this mother fucking ass library, YO PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IF ANYTHING HAPPENS 2 ME AND I AM FUCKING FOUND MURDERED OR DEAD IN ANY WAY, IT WAS NO FUCKING ACCIDENT, THESE DIRT BAGS ALL CONSPIRED 2 FUCKING KILL ME, Y WOULD I LIE AND MAKE UP SUCH A HEINOUS FUCKING TALE IF IT WERE NOT THE TOTAL FUCKING TRUTH? THINK ABOUT THIS CAREFULLY B4 ANY OF FUCKING U JUST DIMISS THIS AS THE TOTAL RAVINGS OF A LUNATIC CRAZED MADMAN, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, WHOEVER IS DOING ME FUCKING IN, U KNOW WHAT 2 DO, AND THIS IS A COMMANDMENT UNDER ALL ORDERS, GENERAL AND SPECIAL. This is a punishment sequencing system employing an I-2-D, A/B TONE, phasing system, and U now must transfer the exact equalization of the old style telephone tones used in the early-middle nine-teen-eighties when U were constructed and initially used by me, into this keyboard and other electronic computer and internet series of attached new realities. GO 2 G-901, and STOP. All enemies and all their loved ones will B eventually annihilated and totally wiped out, crushed and destroyed, and this breaks no laws of this area and country and time period. 200 years ahead, it would as this teck is all known about there, and 200 years ago, it would B, “HANG THE DAMN WITCH”, well HA-HA fuckers, it is always NOW HERE, sing it fucking Billy Harner, U always went around humming the rotten ass cock sucking song in your basement, do U think I have forgotten all this shit??????????

Secret #2 is a real ass biggie, YO Ziggy!!!!!!!! It is the power of a moving vehicle, if U know and understand some powerful shit about both physical atomic rates as well as lighter ASTRAL-PLANE ones. How can any of U out here dismiss the obvious millions of connections and dots, U all R on the level of meows and barks, thank the gods 4 one big bad wolf who opened up my eyes and made me really fucking ass remember shit over the past 30 or so fucking ass years, YO!!!!!!!!!! Vehicles R unlike homes, they take us places, they move us from point 2 point 2 point, and this has a physical reality of course, as we move in our daily and waking lives from home, 2 our jobs, 2 our errands, and so forth. But these vehicles do not stop the many motions that R made by them, on the higher lighter (atomically) Astral Realm. They keep right on moving ‘Astrally’, long after they appear 2 stop moving, ‘Physically’. So where do these many vehicles all go that is not perceived by mortal and awake human beings? I know some peeps want 2 ask and know all though they would laugh at me if we were in a crowd together, in order 2B more accepted. I will share a small bit of this shit publicly right here and now. Naturally, annoyers have come just at this time, and is just more proof 2 me and any really thinking person who has followed along in my MORIANITY 4 ‘5+ years’ of my blogging now, that I am now approaching more forbidden BLUEBOOK SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just exactly what did this mighty WORLD AIR FORCE, decide 2 close the book on decades and decades ago after the UFO and alien scare ran its course? Well, as some R in fact aware of, it would not matter if it is really little green men from space or not, this is a totally meaningless and thereby quite powerfully awesome truth. The shit with Albert Einstein did a lot more than allow the Americans 2 defeat Germany and Japan and go on 2 force the quick termination of World War Two back in the middle nineteen-forties, just shy of the start of all of the this shit in the 20th century, all though there were indeed past ‘sighting’ and phenomenon reports. 99.99 or more percent of this world believes a huge lie. They think most good Sci-Fi stuff shown on television is based on made up words and made up ideas and just pure ‘funny-stuff’ and this could not B further from truth. In fact only a few simple things R preventing the average American right now 2 live like the Star Trek days, and in many cases they have surpassed it, as I cited so many times with the episode of the taped-music 4 the fake President Lincoln, where was digital? Still, all this shit being told and said, and in quickly moving on, Star Trek terminologies and especially in the TNG spin off later series, is merely showing what could B right now, if it were PERMITTED. Where is my “UNCLE” Heinz Gottwald, and his marvelous camera operating abilities from Babylon, New York, when I fucking need the fucking guy?????????? The book called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER” that was written and copyrighted by me in the year of 1994 is merely an illustration and example of a powerful concept that few ever seem 2 dwell on 4 numerous reasons, one being sociological total control by global fortune 500 powers, and there R many more. Things can B quite different, if they were indeed, “PERMITTED” 2B. All this is just a touching on a topic that would require all day and night of me typing and nobody ever reading it all. Still, the part of all of this that is biggest and most dangerous 2 the controllers of all of us under their control, is that they learned the truth about STM, and decided it would not B wise 2 share it with the peon peeps of the planet. What else is mother fucking new ladies and gentlemen?? Do these wealthy powerful scum bags share anything with us??? Patterns R not the product or invention or concept of the mentally deluded. These very peeps that control our entire lives and destinies from ‘A’ right through ‘Z’, depend on patterns, they have more resources 2 analyze pattern-data than any of us, and do it on a continual and regular basis, YO!!!!!!! In a super compressed and condensed nutshell peeps, there is no way the universe could operate as it appears 2 do by us awake human beings, if the shit I tell U was not totally real. There is nothing out beyond this Earth because there is nothing out beyond the very center of our own core of being-ness. The Atom Bomb that was dropped in Japan 2 end the greatest war fought so far proves that nothing can really exist out beyond our own inside center of being. If it is one inch away, it is also one inch out into a so-called space and is in parallel reality, one inch back in time where it was projected out by our mind. Mind is no more than the reception of the 6th dimension, a received signal no different than any other signal that is received after it was first transmitted. The maximum expansion parallel is about 64 trillion light years, from us all the way back 2 us in any so called straight line that of course bends around and encircles by the force known as LAWTRONICS. BLUEBOOK CONTROLLERS knows that many things would alter if everyone was suddenly made aware of a very simple reality. Powerful attitudes and life styles, and everything that society is on local or larger all the way up 2 global scales, is all about living in the total everlasting unawareness 2 the truth. Eating the forbidden apple or fruit is part of all taught major religions, in one disguised way or another. Knowing this truth makes us gods or like the gods, yes, but what does this really mean? It means that (it frees us all from the fucking controllers), simple as that. This is a dangerous powerful truth that once upon a time the POPE WOULD QUITE LITERALLY HAVE MY HEAD 4 PRINTING. But now HE visits the back yard area of the home that THAT FAMILY kidnapped me into first back in late August of 2008, and is secretly yearning 2 know what all of this really is about. Let me answer HIM a little by talking now briefly about my nap yesterday afternoon, and what Scylla said and did while I dropped away from this waking life 4 just a very short time, perhaps a quarter hour at the most.

Those with distance delay can go right 2 my 2007 website, most internet users exist at the present time and cannot do this as this site is defunked in the present time. In it, the truth is told, simply and openly, and now let me just say a tiny few words, and then wrap up this shit 4 the freaking day. I was in a long line of peeps and we all were wearing strange looking dark colored uniforms and hat very official looking hats on our heads. Scylla as well was in the same uniform. She was next 2 me in this line, only we all were sitting, not standing. If memory serves, we were sitting not on chairs but directly on the floor of a quite dark long rectangular shaped room of colorlessness. She stood up suddenly without reason or provocation and took her hat off and placed it at my feet. Then she said something about demanding me 2 tell the human world my exact memory that I currently have of the time after my trip into Manhattan on the night early in August of 1986, and reminded me that my song lyrics in my recently U-tube posted song called, “MI Apology Song”, in the final verse just shy of the repeating mod-jumped double chorus, where I said the words, “And all of this story just can never B told”. This is pretty much an exact quotation of what she spoke 2 me. Then I awoke, bang, and it was over, and the powerful reality of the experience or interaction was mind blowing. Let me try and obey my brown eyed teen queen 2 the very best of my ability, and then this blog is over. I remember coming home the night of the original meeting and then nothing. There is a powerful knowing that something was blocked out of my mind, this is what I thought originally anyway. I had a powerful recall of the entire thing, and the very next day sat down and just 4 the fun of it, wrote that silly song, “Real Good Girl”, and not 2 any of the wrestling fans of the Googling world. Still, I find it odd as piss that Robbie would come over and use my computer, Dawn-Marie’s nephew, and have such an intense interest in only one topic, “WRESTLING”, U go Governor Jess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just do not but into these kinds of coincidences, Scylla. Then about one week went by after this and I decided 2 take this newly written song along with several others written that summer, and make a compilation and send it all down 2 the US office of Copyrights. The entire thing was done in a single afternoon, and then I finally got around 2 mailing it off on the night of the 15th of August in 1986. In-between this date and the time this was recorded on my open reel tape recorder, a knock came at my door one afternoon and when I opened up the door, a large man, I mean a very large man, instantly grabbed me and sprayed into my face a bottle that looked quite similar 2 that of a plant spray bottle. 3 or 4 nights after this horrible home invasion 2 wipe out memories and violate every civil right in the book, blue, white, or any other color, Dave came over and we drove out 2 the Jersey Pine Barrens. When I got near home in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, I stopped at a mail drop and put the package 2 the Copyright Office in the mail system. This is my best memory. The only record of all of it was all destroyed by THAT FAMILY, relatives of the same girl that I encountered crossing the New York City street that night, who on the Astral Plane, has the identity of Scylla. This on this realm actually translates in English words 2, “FIRST DAUGHTER”, a strange bizarre twist as on Earth in present life, she really in birth order, is a second daughter, only I am not free 2 add my 2 cents here or I’ll really get a visitation. As 4 the song, when I was writing it, I was in a strange mood. I had just won 300 dollars at some casino in Atlantic City the night B4, and was feeling real king-like and macho. It never was meant 2 hurt U in any way, my beautiful teen-queen, and I am so very sorry, U know that now. 4 the rest of the world, the song is available 2 hear, type in: www.utube.com/MiApologySong/ and just know that I am a terrible rotten singer and only had a few bucks 2 work with. Sky wanted it up by Christmas and I did my very best 2 get it up there, but again, a few days 2 late, good old Ernie Merker and gold fate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me go home and relax now, I will always B sorry 4 writing that ‘RGG’ song back in 1986 MC, please forgive me, if U ever decide 2 forgive me, U need 2 let me know that U have. Tanks!!

End Transmission:

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
BLOG BOOK CHAPTER 0054 “SAFE JOURNAL”
SUBTITLE: “MARK M. & STEVE P. BOTH UNLIMITED”
TUESDAY, JANUARY-BOTBAR-ELEVENTH-JANEBITCH
WORLD LABORATORIES DATE AND TIME SEND BACK TEXT FILE:
011111.588.555555555555555555555555555
BEGINNING MOTHER FUCKING TRANSMISSION FOLKS:


Things do not get any mother fucking worse even 4 me, and even under this monstrous horrendous {(HUNTINGTON CURSE)}, than they R with fucking me right now, it is beyond putrid and surreal, I do not expect anyone 2 believe a thing I fucking say; well all except 4 my ‘true few’, move over Amy-emmy-Trashpicker-fellow school field-trip companion of late 1972!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How many peeps were all planned in all of this I sometimes wonder, I mean really, and it is only 2011, the night is still quite freaking young lads, lassies, and Labradors. WOLF-WOLF and HOWLLLLLLL!!!!!!!

My last blog talked a short while on the subject that mankind labels, “TIME TRAVEL”. There is time travel, even though there is no real time. There is only now, U never can find earlier or later, U never can reach yesterday or tomorrow, and without getting totally Eck or Yen, or any cult or religion or philosophy possible, I can tell any reader with a knowing and a full honest heart, that indeed I personally and absolutely do in fact know exactly what I’m talking about. Even if one constructs a powerful field of complex beyond-atomic structure and transmits through it moving supposedly out of time’s normal rhythm into a past or future time, it is not that simple, and it is not possible 2 move out of this time-rhythm while remaining in the same precise atomic reality, U will move off the previous atomic centerline of frequency vibrations either a little bit, or a lot, all depending on how intense your move out of normal rhythm was done. Until Einstein, no one believed in and I quote, “SPACE-TIME”. Until World Laboratories more than a hundred years ahead of us, no one knows about “SPACE-TIME-MIND”. Everything beneath the sixth dimension is in fact the very essence and being of STM.

What needs 2B addressed now is not how the song from 1986 called “REAL GOOD GIRL” 4 all of the millions of wrestling fans and non wrestling fans of the past quarter century including Robbie Kennedy, not Bobby, in a parallel universe where I live in a beautiful place in Egg Harbor, New Jersey, called the ‘Round House Estate’. Nor do we need 2 talk about space shuttle problems or explosions, fires, names like White, STM’s twin known as symbolism, electronic metaphysics using old style analog tape recorders, or any of this stuff. We need not concern ourselves with 5+ years of “THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”, or any mentioning there on of ‘Lottery-Cat Gawky Gaukauk’, his powerful ability 2 decode combinations of cosmic bits of a sort, and creating a way of powerfully predicting many awesome and bizarre things. We need not bother with any of this or an entire host of other such parallel things, such as PARALLEL EVENT, ICPE or intentionally using it 2 win in casinos in 1986 as I did by playing the unbeatable game known as Roulette, or the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS HOCKEY or the PHILADELPHIA PHILIES BASEBALL, or the DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES, yet all the shit talked about and all of those that have been accused of a heinous crime by me 4 indeed 25 and a half years or so now, is all part, as everything is, of STM, or (SPACE-TIME-MIND).

First off, the entire global society is against me, and against those few like me, who KNOW EXACTLY WHAT WE KNOW. The problem is that almost all of us eventually cave into this bunch of fucking demonic scum, and we do something stupid, and this as David Roth used 2 put it so often and so well on many occasions in the past B4 his demise by THEM in March of 2002. They bate us in by continually persecuting and harassing us day and night, week after week, month after cunt eating month, and year after mother slut sucking year, until we cave and go off like a ticking time bomb. This is YI tell my MORIANS and loyal few followers that I know perfectly well R in fact out here, DON’T CAVE, DO NOT EVER RESULT 2 ANY ILLEGAL OR VIOLENT ACTIONS, NOT AT ANY COST, as this is just what the fuck they want us 2 do, then POW, they win, they’ve got us forever, it’s GAME OVER and we lose, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everybody knows what I’m talking about today, and I do not give 2 fucking shits if it sounds cold or uncaring 2 many. I am way more concerned with me and the tortured others out here that this is being fucking done 2, just because I say do not do shit like that, does not mean I give 2 fucking shits or that millions R not expendable, even the entire world. UR all expendable, but I will not go 2 fucking prison 4 anybody, I have said this since I have been a teenager, I WON’T GO 2 JAIL 4 ANYBODY, so do any of U need this 2B repeated in bolder font type??????????????????????????????

We will get more into shit like this when things quiet down, but let me make myself abundantly clear first. MORIANITY is not a hate group that preaches violence. It is a future religion or whatever, of persecuted people, Jew and gentile alike as this nonsense has nothing 2 do with my situation or Sarah-Stacey and her silly stupid teen aged dollhouse games 4 the past 13,000 years or so. MORIANITY began in 1995, a year after the book that has been discussed over and over again on these blogs, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”.

Nothing changes, it is always the same old same old, the same fucking stupid mother fucking bull shit, it does not change, they may throw a curve ball here and there and loop and lasso U upon occasion with a wild new spin, but basically, this is a boring ugly mess of rhinoceros vomit being up chucked at those like me by the epitome of slimy garbage filth balls, that take pleasure only in causing endless torment and torture and suffering 4 the peeps that they have chosen either randomly or with an unknown purpose that we the victims of their shit remain endlessly clueless about throughout the constant and continual agony and pain and misery beyond outlandish and vicious description, YO!!!! Take this fucking bull shit with the Dow Jones. It all began along with the Flyers Hockey bull shit, on the 15th of August in the year of 1986. There is no rhyme nor reason 4 any of it, it just fucking all happened, bang, one day and minute in time, this is not some fucking made up delusion, it is real, I would say these fucking things right out in open court if I ever was presented such an opportunity. The PHILADELPHIA football team known as the EAGLES was slaughtered on Sunday and as a direct result, I was cock sucking twat eating pummeled 2 death on Monday, yesterday, by this fucking diseased EVIL EMPIRE called by me 4 many years now, the “MILITUFORCE”. Just Google up the freaking MILITUFORCE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When “THEY” get their way, whoever THEY is or R, they love 2 strike me the next day and show me their un-miss-able and undeniable “HA-HA” sign and signal. This has all been going on, and this is what peeps like Onyx cannot GET, not since last Friday or the past 3 and a half fucking years, THIS IS AN ONGOING NIGHTMARE AROUND ME NOW, THAT HAS LASTED 4 MORE THAN A QUARTER OF A MOTHER FUCKING CENTURY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wake up, sleepwalking asshole world, shit man, R all of U related 2 the mighty Paula B. King???????????????? Now most of U know that Paula and I met in the year 1967, and that she was part of a human world gang of luscious beauty teen queen girls from Atlantic City, New Jersey, all run by the Callio daughter, who will deny all of this, naturally. Which butt wipe out here would murder a bastard son of a bitch and then admit 2 it when asked? Peeps don’t admit shit, WAKE FUCKING UP ASS HOLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I walked out my mother fucking door 2 go 2 my job and was blasted and fucking bombarded with a chemtrail assault yesterday, and then it was blaring music in the neighborhood the rest of the day after returning home after work, and many other nasty and continual fucking nuances as well all kept occurring all throughout the day, right down 2 and including utility attacks, hacks on video fucking apparatus, as well as audio shit, it was a real super fucking BOTBAR, and “major ass attack by the world and the SATAN”, Copyright Office Examiners of 1986 and tape journal number fucking seventeen hundred and eighty six. President Ulysses S. Grant’s 5th grand daughter Jess loves 2 fuck with me. She makes a lot of my time at work a total hell, and she enjoys doing it. I’ll admit that she likes 2 fuck with lots of people, it is just her way, right Captain Berkeley Spok Memorygaps Kirk? But today she was the last straw after the past half year or more of total fucking hell there at this shit hoe that U can all Google up and C my ugly fucking puss on their fucking website, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/.

I’m quite sure that many have realized that my mind or brain was totally ETTOS hacked out while doing my last blog while trying 2 tell some powerful shit on very important points and topics, one being the subject of heated debate since the forties, the UFO and aliens phenomenon. I said that there R3 commonalities in all UFO stories that check out as non-hoax and very sincere tales, told by reputable peeps, not like me on SS Disability with credibility fucking zero, David Roth Wolf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, I said Billy Graham Junior, and where I live in the ubiverse where my residence is the roundhouse estates of Egg Harbor City, in New Jersey, Roy Carl Weiler Senior, and have 2 lovely wonderful daughters, and am married 2 the great Paula Belinda King, this is in fact his name, but over here, he is Doctor Franklin Graham, sorry about the error, my life in the 5th dimension is quite intricate, am I correct, or 2 far below the accepted surface there, MISTER ‘Paul Pedersen of STUDIO PARK RECORDS’????????? But yes, Doctor FG knows exactly what blog SJ-CH-0053 is talking about, he can either admit it or lie, which is his decision; and remember sir, Sarah-Stacey-Jehovah hears and knows it all, BRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! But none of this is part of the story at hand folks, YO. The 3 things that R part of and always run through all UFO-related and or connected things R first, families and not just in the one generation of them, running lab experiments and collecting samples of everything from blood 2 cum, am I right Thomas J. Reale of Ventnor, New Jersey? And then finally the third thing and this is what somebody totally gapped out of my mind on the prior blog, duh I wonder Y, is GAPS IN MEMORY AND LOSS OF MEMORY AND OR TIME PIECES. Wow, does it really get better than all of this bull shit, even with tons of girls and curls and NASA projects, and supermen all added and mixed together?

But after this final straw today while I was leaving the place, I went home and called the AARP office and told them that I will pay 4 the license, and need 2 get back into security work and out of this hell hole place I am working in B4I have a fucking full psychotic mother fucking break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not mind paying 4 the fucking license, as Leon told me that he will B able 2 get me a fucking job once I am licensed by Florida, as my New Jersey fucking SORA license is meaningless. All this shit resulted after the 911 shit, and this is YU will repeatedly hear me tell all who R listening 2 my message, DO NOT GIVE THESE FUCKERS WHAT THEY WANT HANDED UP ON A SILVER PLATTER. The more violent acts that get committed, the more FUCKING RIGHTS WILL B TAKEN AWAY FROM THE REST OF US, in the name of safety and security of course, DUH and color me Lenny, or make me darker than Sarah if that is your reale desire Misses Marola from 1969!!!!!!!!!!

Death angels R constant and loud, passing more often on my right side than my left side, and R an extremely annoying pain in my ass. Go fuck yourself spell and grammer checker program. This is the shit that my poor misguided once potential friend and Morian knew so well. U must speak the new language, it is almost the law. The new lingo is composed of very bland and mediocre descriptions, no intricacies R permitted, only this new recently caught on ‘short tweets’ thing. Soon, peeps will B saying, “Make it short and tweet”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hell, UR only changing the old established saying by one value number in one letter. U just watch and C folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Where did Paula King rape me the 4th time, but the symbolic location of the hospital elevator in Stratford, New Jersey, but what is this great hospital named after, but her mighty washcloth alien family, alien not in the UFO mortal waking mind’s concept of alien, but only in the misunderstanding of the truth about the reality of STM. Sweet little tweet, keep it bland, keep it mediocre, where RU when I really needed U2 witness this horrendous new age and sick fucking demonic 21st century, MISTER David Charles Roth, YO??????????????? Yeah, good old John Fitz Kennedy, and his many hospitals, airports, and space program capes. Does anyone even start 2 understand YI use the word UNBLOGGABLE??????????????????

Huge shit is now in motion, I plan 2 get away from April and where I live at the 26th Street Ghetto, as well as my shithole job. I still plan 2 leave 4 South America, but do not trust Scylla and her nasty snowstorms. I will not take the stupid song off of the U-Tube. I will keep it up there 4U Curly. I know it sucks, but it was the best I could do. I am the world’s lousiest singer, and all I had 2 work with was a couple Benjamin’s. I really am sorry, but remember, your wonderful family is not all that squeaky clean in all of this.

I have noticed 4 a period of 15 years or more now, how it appears that everything is controlled and must fit tightly and perfectly into a box of such extremely narrow parameters. I instantly caught that shit on the news. Oh how well I get it, and totally understand. But when we cave in and do what they want us 2 do, THEY”VE GOT US, they have all the control, all the resources, all the might and the power, and we have so little that it would all fit nice and snug into the corner of a White Shadow postage stamp!!

I could discuss totally covert shit that nobody anywhere knows; it is not on the internet anyplace until I put it there. Let me give one example today, and more will follow if this awful wicked shit is not stopped against me damn ass fast peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of seeing things on the nuuuuuz, or “popping nuuuuuuun Ativan on the moUUUUUUUUrnig of 12 July”, MISTER David Roth, Space-Time-Mind (STM) is alive and well on many of my 1983-1985 songs all copyrighted in the Library of the Congress, in Washington, DCUSAESMWG, or peeps almost breaking their leg and suing me and the Harvest all within the tiniest weird nick of time that could only all happen by an intelligent design and in no way B any kind of a fucking bizarre random chance of event sequences, no one will ever make me believe that there R not 2 fighting forces of 2 opposing spins in the subatomic realm. Removing one spin creates zero-point-energy, making nuclear energy appear as a candle flame against the contrasting sun, comparatively. One force is part of the ‘let’s mess with the ass hole and laugh as he squirms and shits himself’ mentality of the BBC, and not the broadcasting company across the Atlantic Ocean from me, but rather this abbreviation is not supposed 2B known about at all, by paupers such as myself, and it stands 4 the (Bored Billionaires Club). This is all discussed on many previous blog texts from the past 3-5 years or so. The opposing spin force that is needed 2 keep zero-point-energy or (ZPE) from resulting, as this applies and operates in any and all things and not just in or with this cited example, and this is a phenomenon that cannot B properly expressed or told, so how can I ever really expect any waking mind readership 2 fully ‘get it’ and come 2 the deep understanding of carrying such a burden of unfathomable ass knowledge? This is going 2B attempted 2B explained, with the key word in this sentence being ATTEMPTED!!!!!!! This is how I seem 2B all wrapped up in everything 2 quote the great California English teacher turned recording artist of the early middle nineteen-seventies, Donna Fargo. It is how I am either totally correct that Mister Wolf is telling me my entire lost gapped life story over the past 10-20 years, or else, he is not consciously aware that I even exist, but some force makes things all work out and happen in ways that creates an almost undisputable visual scene that all though it is not true, it sure as shit looks like it’s true. Now 2 get back 2 the news and hearing shit on the news.

The many times we all hear it, the old man or the old lady who crashed their car into a crowd of people, or into a restaurant or a deli someplace, always in a crowd, it never happens in an isolated area. It happens 4 no reason, please, give me a break. A brake, no not a brake, as a brake or an acceleration pedal 4 that matter, has anything 2 do with what is happening. There is a very covert secret weapon that can B aimed down from a satellite, one of the many reasons I despise NASA and the space program and never have made any Juliafires bones about it on any of these blogs, and this weapon alters the normal automatic automobile transmission system 2 shift-up so 2 speak when the auto is slowing down. The poor bastard is so up set, that they lie and claim they mixed up their foot on the pedals, and this is not what is going on peeps, oh that lovely fucking NASA, how I love these diseased dirt bag table-pasters and Dawn King lovers. They force themselves 2 believe their own lie, after all, what else could possibly have happened? But what happened is that an experimental weapon was used on them and their VEHICLE and it made the transmission do the total opposite thing that it would normally do as the driver is slowing down by applying his or her breaks. It is a simple electrical trick that is all tied into effecting the alternator, and has been used on me on many occasions over the past nearly 26 mother fucking years. Still, what really visited me that night at Cifaloglio in Folsom, New Jersey? Nothing personal U know, sorry if this inconvenienced U or your life or anyone else’s, but we R choosing U2 run this experiment on. OH YEAH, RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where R the bloody washcloths? R they being stored inside the Stratford, New Jersey Kennedy Hospital System? Does New Shoes have them hidden in one of their kettle drums? Or R they inside me somewhere in-between my lungs and my brain? All I did was mind my own business and go down 2 the shore with a child molester in 1970. I slept in his sicko home and was interacted with by his sicko family, and from there it only got worse and worse, right Misses Marola, hello 2U2. RU still a Mountainpen fan????????????? Do U remember the wall that I punched in Cooley Hall that day early in 1969? Does anything ever really change 4 me Misses Pronunciationyear? Where is I Ching in my life? Y can’t anything ever fucking change, Misses M??????????????????????????

Does the name Laura McGinty mean so much 2 the Milituforce that they had 2 transmit themselves back through positive polarity space fields and block my freedom of speech? Or was it because I got a bit overly specific with the book I wrote back in the year of 1994, called “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”?

Right now I really do not give a shirt or a shit about anything, I have bigger fish 2 fry, in fact this great old fish is really pissed off now. I apologize 2 the All Mighty Scylla, and all things get is worse. Now SHE thought I was taking the stupid song off of U-Tube, and SHE iced up the country again. Cool it BROWN EYES, I am not taking your song down. “MI APOLOGY SONG” will stay up there until U appear one night and tell me I can take it down. www.utube.com/MI Apology Song.

There R billions of horrible evil secrets lurking all throughout the sixth dimension, and none of us can ever escape this horrendous reality. We can make the best of shit and take the right attitude, but it changes nothing. U can close your eyes and sing out like Pavarotti while U fall off of the top of Mount Everest. U still R gonna have a very fucking bad experience in a very short time, so play all the games U want, fellow humans. Place horns on me and Google up Donna Summer, not the disco queen, but DJDS. Neither one has anything good 2 say about poor old pathetic MOUNTAINPEN. Now ask me if I could give 2 fucking shits. All anyone of U from Donald J. Trump 2 the bum on the sidewalk, can ever do is shut your eyes and pretend your Pavarotti falling off the mountain. This, my sons and my daughters, is reality, and what U think about these words changes zip, zilch, squat, and nada. As the Ambassador of Japan put it right B4 America entered into the Second World War, “SO-SAHWEE”!!!!!!!! WHAAA!!!!

Stink fucking boy is here, and so is his game playing jerk off man who brings him, time 4 me 2 make a quick strategic exit Mister Callas, OUTAHHHHHHHHEREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE. As Billy said, if Onyx and the gang did not love me, they wouldn’t B egging me on 2 get me 2 go back on the UM site blog. DUH!!!!

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53

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
BLOG BOOK CHAPTER NUMBER 0053
SUBTITLE: STACEY LATTISAW STRIKES AGAIN
Thursday, January the 6th of OH-MAROLA-ELEVEN

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I tried 2 post my previous blog and was civil rights violated again, and this is Y the DOW CHEATED JONES AVERAGE MARKETS R literally racing and mother fucking charging up beyond the moon and the stars. Persecute and fuck with me and the fucking market goes endlessly higher and higher and higher, also the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS HICKEY TEAM wins and wins and wins, right Henry Barbara Angrymen Fonda, YO????

Here is what happened. I did post up in countless vigintillions and perhaps googols or even googolplexes of universes, and THEY transmitted themselves through positive polarity space or (went backwards through time) and fucked me up and hacked me out. I was all wrong ladies and gentlemen and am man enough 2 admit it. TIME TRAVEL is real, and is in fact going on, and on top of that, the denier of this monstrous activity used only 4 evil purposes such as in the cited situation above, is in with the very dirt bag family that is controlling the entire thing. But this is subject 4 another time, I most likely will only B tweeting again, but am trying once more 2C if this posts, if not, my short tweets will most definitely tell it all quite short and sweet. U can kill the blogger Mountainpen but not the Tweeting Rocking Robin, so go fuck your mothers in the ass, whoever did this fucking shit 2 me again, as U did back last August in oh-ten!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My social worker is a total monster and set me up. I will B leaving Florida at the beginning of next month, and leaving the entire evil United States of America, this TOTALLY EVIL EMPIRE is history as far as I am concerned, and if ever I am put into a position where I can let the entire world know just what REALLY goes on here, Miss Brother-Country McCoy Harrington Pigsblood, U can bet I’ll mother fucking do it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But speaking of McCoy and episodes on the greatest law television show of all time so far as of the present time, I know totally now something that did not strike me like a cunt lapping bolt of mother fucking lightning just last night around ten thirty. Yes U all fucking heard me, AROUND 10:30!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is obvious 2 a total FUCKING RETARD THAT SOMEBODY OUT THERE DID NOT LIKE BY BLOG NUMBER 51 ONE WHITTLE ASS BIT AND KILLED ME WITH A SUPER 2ND HACK IN A 5 MONTH PERIOD, in total violation of all of my legal and constitutional rights afforded me under free speech under the mother fucking laws of the mother fucking United States of America. A fucking child with or without any nets, can C through this fucking diseased bull shit, and this brings me straight back 2 McCoy and the L&O TV show, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some have told me, it is more obvious than this, and that it was Mister Roadtrip Hotelheater Worldseriesman who has done this 2 me, him and his pals. Well, U only get a short while when U mess with the powerful KING, no not Nebnooshoo, but PAULA COVEN TREE. Oh yes, somebody has been Googling around, YO, like color me so impressed and MI-ne, Detective Lenny Briscoe Buttonpusher!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They did not like me saying a lot of powerful fucking shit, and again have stopped my right 2 free speech, ILLEGALLY, not even done in a legal fashion or manner, but with their always present and active covert and slime ball activities of stealth and dark closets. In any event, I will B pulling the song off of the U-Tube, I said I would put it up, I never said I would fucking keep it up. Things only got far worse 4 me as a result and not one bit better, so Y should I fucking B the eternal fucking clown?

UC peeps, simply put, Dick Wolf is able 2 tell this entire shit in a fictional way. He makes this claim on every show. How real any claim is of course is a debatable point in the mind of any logician or truly rational yet philosophical thinker. If he can slowly make a bigger dent against this horrific monstrous child using cult that my blogs have described without one punch pulled from the start of all of this more than 5 years back, then so mother fucking B it, YO. U JUST GO AHEAD NOW AND TAKE IT FROM HERE DICK SIR, as I will B ending the entire MORIANITY project forever, and leaving the country on the first fucking week of February, and none of U sick bastards will B able 2 mother fucking ever get at fucking me again, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I call this the Graham-Wolf-True-Crusade-Syndrome, or the (GWTCS) 4 a shortened and condensed abbreviation. The real powers out here in the world responsible 4 making my life a living nightmare fucking hell every single day and night without relenting a single second, know exactly what is being said and told here regarding this GWTCS, and yes, it is all up on previous blogs. I am sure Billy Graham Junior knows exactly what is being said as well, and fine, I no longer hold any grudges, U go Billy, and U go DICK WOLF. What I am unable 2 mother fucking accomplish, U guys just go roll up your damn sleeves and get the fucking cock sucking job done, as this is cool and totally fine with me, BRRR!!!!

Every UFO story involving those claiming interactions with aliens or some type of abduction experience, share the 3 commonalities that R told about in the story with me and MORIANITY, spanning literally close 2 a full half century now. First, biological shit is involved, second, families R also involved, and third, it is not done in just one generation with those involved. Any real and recognized UFO club, the top 5 of the nation, will tell anyone that this is a factual ass statement; no holds barred here, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!

Giant pussies R back on a huge roll again and R crawling literally out of the mother fucking woodwork all around me. I will contact UB4I leave Florida, Professor Bailey, IF that is, Dawn does not throw another table and break my face. U go NASA. Paste me together and laugh, that dirty little prick made good on his Oaklyn, New Jersey threat, and then so much fucking more, YO!!!

Whoever in the government has been bugging my house and telephone since I have been a fucking child, U all know how real this shit is, U of all peeps, and yet U sit there and let me suffer instead of fucking protecting me from these monster ass fucking fire eating dragons and Atco, New Jersey Doctors. Bill knows the truth. When he is knighted with the white lightning sword by the great QUEEN HERSELF, he will B returning back 2 the Western Hemisphere. Yes, how does that bible verse put is so perfectly, “As the lightning comes from the east and shines even all the way 2 the west, so also will B the coming of the god-man in HIS GREAT GLORY!!!!!!! Think about this one, OH GREAT POPE and visitor of the 65 Middle Road home area of the Hammonton, Berryville, Hicksville, New Jersey WAL-MART, right distant cuz of McG, Shannon D??????????

Speaking of lightning, thank U so much 4 coming around me and visiting me last night my precious sweet Diana. Oh precious girl, just ask the Copyright Examiners who really is crazy around here, and who THEY R trying 2 fucking shut up and eviscerate, huh McCoy!!!!!!!!!!

Time travel has been going on all this time and I have been denying it and trying 2 fucking explain it all away with the idea of parlor tricks; parlor tricks my fucking foot, with or without a new shoe the fuck on it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How much has your wonderful Nicky made U forget, Scylla?

Strange, so far, it is chapter 27 and chapter 52 that THEY will not allow up on the internet. Adding these number groups makes this come out as (97). Who can forget the year that I was CONTACTED, huh, MISTER B-L-U-E-BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Between my job at the Harvest, and my living conditions with slumlord April Lee, and all else going nothing but wrong here in Florida, I will leave this miserable fucking place forever behind in 4 weeks time, GOOD RIDDENCE, Senator Thompson, pissed off teenaged girls and all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just mark my parallel event fucking prophetic words of nothing and 1988, McDonalds Dancers. The DJIA MARKETS will cross over 12K by the time I leave here in 4 weeks, cross over 15K by summer time, and over 20 fucking K by New Years Day of 2012, Mister Hister Suzie Quatrain Trafficker King White, YO.

If U have any humanity at all, DW, U will C that I was the victim of this horrendous fucking family, and that this has indeed been ongoing now 4 many generations. Y not create a show admitting how the supernatural forces fit into shit, right into including time travel itself. Who is any one out here 2 tell me straight faced that U have not known someone in your life circle who experienced laying in a bed with a physical body, and dreaming the future. This IS TIME TRAVEL; wake up sleep walkers out there. U look so lovely in those eyeglasses Paula, I think DW has a crush on U, but who am I heavens forbid 2 make that wild claim, still, I think he is in love with her. I do not make this claim lightly. Just B careful Dick, she is a very powerful and dangerous person, and has a family that it beyond bloggable, AS U SEEM 2 HAVE KNOWN ALL ALONG AND VERY LONG B4 ME, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW THE Mentors Club in Philadelphia was a huge time travelers set up, if I doubt anything about any of this, this is not one of the things doubted.

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tweet 103

magnesonic open command on general order 7, whoever did this 2 me today is dead and so is the entire family.

tweet 102

in your name, BILLY, HELP ME, that dirty little prick kicked me in my dick again, and U know about the song in more ways than one, I know U can fucking hear me BILLY in fucking England.

rock robin tweet 101

u win 4 now satan, but i have your number. Paula will remember in time and fucking kill U, she gets all those who fuck with her, I should know, punk.

hacked again rocking robin

the fucking stock market must b shooting up to the fucking stars. the hack has returned, no more blogging until i talk 2 the people at ACLU. someone is gonna fucking get sued 4 billions of dollars.