SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 110
WORLD LABS OF 2295
SBT-DATFILE: 032811.MISS DIRT BALL JANE PM
BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “HOW CAN YOU WIN WHEN
YOU ARE CONNECTED WITH THE HHHHHHH-RED-X”?
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I don't have a lot to say or tell, but these few quick words and this short message is very necessary, and who knows, maybe it is finally the perfect combination of letters, from A-Z?
First, I asked a deck of normal playing cards with the four suits of ace through nines, a question in my mind during the drawing of both my first as well as my second card. My draws were a one and a five, producing the GAWNUM PRIVATE-COSMICODED NUMBER OF 154, as any loyal MORIAN knows quite well. Google up the “GAWNUM”, for those newbies who don't have a freaking clue, YO. Speaking of the GAWNUM, this blog number is totally symbolic and representative of none other than the “GREAT MOTHER”, SSJK's mom, JULIA WHITE, of the great book of 1994, written and copyrighted by me, the Mountainpen, called, “The Permission Barrier”. JULIA WHIE has the PCN-110, and this is SJ-#110, like DUH, not DUD-HACK, Lattisaw jack-quack-hack attack. Nothing happens in an isolated way, and all things FIT, cosmicly. PCN-154 was produced by a normal playing card deck, while I kept shuffling and drawing my two picks, and the question in my mind was, “What was the call from San Mateo, California all about and how could they cause the memory of a stored number to vanish off of the caller-ID screen built into my desk-top telephone, and who are these people? Only two matches are in my GAWNUM book for the number of PCN-154, out of many hundreds of my matched combinations of numbers, names and phrases and word groups all written down on a red and white Wal-Mart lined notebook. These two items are, “ROUNDHOUSE”, and “MARY CARTER”. Am I shocked, or for that matter DJ-Donna, surprised; after all, it is as you said so well in the late nineteen-hundred-seventies, “OUR SONG”??????!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Roundhouse Museum of Egg Harbor, and the author of the fantastic and riveting book entitled, “Secrets of the Museum”, by Roy Carl Weiler Senior, is a powerful hyperspace reality, its location, its truths, all of it, the name of the author, and so much more, only could be really and truly disputed by morons. Real quantum physicists know that too much shit is going down here not to be beyond the rational or the explained by the non-surreal. Mary Carter Paint Company, as does the museum, speaks for itself and needs no further words from me right now. However, on many past blogs from 2-5 years back, all of these issues and items are absolutely and thoroughly discussed and explained. Nothing is fictional, over exaggerated, or delusional, and many now are beginning to realize this, from here all the way to China and Japan over the past three freaking years. Keep the volume down when listening to the things we can do in another (18) years, and you too, in the history class, TOLD YOU!! Don't ever let me trick anyone now, STM is a parlor trick, it is never any more than that, and before Einstein figured out just ST, there was only what there was before that as far as humankind's wisdom and scientific knowledge went.
Now we could be brave and get into some super ass heavy shit tonight, but instead, only the following message will be printed. I would very much like to believe a few things, but if they were true and I could know it, there would be no stock market left by the summer time, and that is not permitted. 'All of this is under THEIR total control'. If nothing else is ever believed that is printed on this blog, I do know for a fact that the last sentence IS, that I've placed in semi-quotations marks. Now to wrap up the show and pull Emy-Amy's curtains together in eighty-three. Talk about historical repetitions. I would like to believe the nice comment n the MF was written by the only one who could possibly know these truths on this planet, well, one of the two. Then, it would be nice to have a glimmer shade of hope that you know what is happening now, and by whom, to whom, and that you are aware that where I am but will not be much longer, are ways that a clever mind, can reach me, without being blunt or out in the open. After all, it has now reached this point, why not at least go past the smiley faces now? I think I know the possible seven peeps at the 'H', that 8-letter again, that all ready somehow, and in some way or various small degrees, are here because 'I AM HERE', only it is now 23 years after the Copyright Examiners and McDonald's employees were burning up their shoes dancing to this truth, only the 'Briggbase' period of 20 years, as Paul Stoddard and the gang knew fully well of BACK IN LATE 1969, AND EARLY INTO 1970; would perfectly place things right where they were when I was kidnapped under a Stockholm Syndrome. I know a Dalmatian Dog personally, very personally in fact, who is having a horrific nightmare called 'MOUNTAINPEN', and is B---E---G-------ing his Teen Queen to find a way around what happened to me today, and tell me what I need to do. If any of my few memories are serving me correctly from almost twenty-six years ago, I know you are clever and street smart, far beyond Diana's worthless brother, and can get a message through to me, after all, he did. I am right here, and you know where. I only trust the few that I mentioned in this circle from “H”. I know you are always watching over me, and need no bible to tell me that, TQ. Interesting choice in dates for Washington, DC Kite Festival, would you not agree my lovely brown eyes? OYR!!!!!!! I believe in you, if that means anything at all any more. You wanted an apology, I gave you the best one that I could. It is late, and I am very worn out. Let me say, END TRANSMISSION:
Monday, March 28, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 109
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 109
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
A telephone call came in from San Mateo, California around twenty minutes before five this afternoon, and things in hyperspace are being shuffled and moved around a lot by the cannons of non-ethics, still, this is not an easy matter to tell.
The 36th Avenue Mystery Manor was active and busy with lots of Latin speaking peeps, calling me from a number with a lot of threes and fives in it if memory serves. I do not know exactly what happened, only that I answered the telephone on the start of the 4th ring, and the telephone caller-ID should have stored the number, but with the supernatural power involved with Lenny Newlife and his crew, it was not stored; and no one at the telephone company could give me a logical reason on just exactly how this could have happened. Also, time itself is being messed with huge time by the master manipulator HIMSELF, NICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, old pal, there is good news and bad news. This clever powerful DEMON FROM HELL just hacked my word program, and not with BUT-BUT or ODF shit, and just did it again, making my fucking sentences break up and go all over the place, let me shut fucking down and refucking boot. OK it is now later, so let us see if this fucking diseased power monger maniac 'prick can kick me in my dick again, how sick'; and yes, the song is known about all the way back in the eighties by the FEDS, who had all my residences bugged, so there goes fucking STM, AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, MC, you will need to do better than this, I do not understand Portuguese, sorry, me 'speaketh' only the 'King's English'. 'So sahwee'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The amazing part of all this is that the telephone with the caller-ID screen built in, displayed the words, “Private Person” and below it a number that was the San Mateo area code followed by a normal seven digit number, and it was not as though I picked right up, it should have remained in the stored memory, only it was not, and is as though this call had never come in. this takes major supernatural power, and is right out ODF the television show of yesterday, the famous Gothic horror serial daytime drama, “DARK SHADOWS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No police or prosecutor can pull this off either, once it is in somebody's fucking caller ID system, it is in there. Or is it NICK CANNON MCKINNON???????
You are one sick fucking jerk off bastard, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then about a half hour or 40 minutes later, give or take, a new call comes in, and I looked over, and my heart pounded like a fucking bass drum amplified with a series of connected and lined up kilowatt Crown Amplifiers. After-all, kings must be crowned. The display read, DAWN KING. I managed to muster up the courage to run back the voice-mail message about half an hour after this call came in, and was thinking about calling the (STAR-69), feature before this 2nd call came in but never did. Instead of hearing what I believed would be the screaming Dawn-Marie, it was her mom Ann Silva. It seems that Dawn woke up from this dream on New Years Day, about 140 days shy of her 42nd birthday. She told me Dawn died of Liver Cancer and had blown u p to 300 pounds and died a horrendous death. I only remember this robust healthy powerful huge amazon girl, how the mighty have fallen. Also, Terry Egghead helped Ann find my listed telephone number through her computer, and also, the great cousin 17 year old Leticia Tilley is pregnant. How this family seems to repeat its own endless cycles, and where is the Steel Pier in all of this, billy, last man on it, YO? No, he was not the 'mast-man', a typo-hack from another recent blog entry, BRO. Then we have the great city of my ancestry, as well as my Astral Dream-Down as Franklin some many decades ago, or ADD, and not Attention deficit disorder either, YO!!!!!!! Not the real GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL mind you peeps, but Brotherly-Love 'PHILADELPHIA', its true symbolic meaning of course right there for any tiny child to see and perceive and recognize, that is if one is really out there somewhere looking for it. This great city has already been shortened to the word PHILLY. It can be pronounced this way with or without the double “L”. A single “L” changes it to “PHILY”, and as silly as this may all sound to the many cream cheese lovers, YUK, the same word can be totally pronounced by using the “F” instead of the “PH”, now changing this not into Academy Road exits off of Route I-95, or Copyright Offices in Washington-13-District of Colombia; but instead, changing this now into FILY. Now just add in the great I-AM, right SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, my endless teen queen love? So the words that merge together from the two words, “AM” and “FILY” is {{{{((FAMILY))}}}}, F-AM-ILY. Tell me that symbolism is not all ass powerful, Lads, Lassies, and Labradors.
Well, now I can go home. I can leave FLORIDA, and die on the NORTH SHORE of Atlantic city, where it was all destined to happen, right up to ending back in misses Young;s class in Haddonfield, as an old man and wondering why my entire mother-fucking life is the way it is, and here I am an old fucking ass man. A dream, huh? Yeah, RIGHT, sure, OK,m John King. I will be leaving Florida very soon now, and return to a nice little place in New Jersey, reactivate my SORA license, and work at some security job part time, 1400 miles away from the fucking HARVEST NIGHTMARE, and good-bye forever to hot miserable mother fucking ass Florida. So if that is what MI and Nicky had to arrange top stop me from ending the world via posting on the You-Tube, a computer generation of the song “JUST WANNA SPEND MY TIME” well, they have the power to do it, and on goes the world, at least for now, yes DIANA, I always have LOVE-D-U!!
As for why this Florida experience all happened, UI have a trillion mother fucking theories, but you know what, all of them, and twenty-five jerk off cents will buy me one nice shiny ass fucking quarter!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANNOT WAIT TO GET OUT OF THIS HELL, AND GO BACJK HOME, I NEVER FUCKING BELONGED HERE IN THIS PARADISE CALLED HELL. I'm coming back, NEW JERSEY, so fucking look out!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maggie will be right behind me, evweebuddy, whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If Dawn can fall, HACKERS, so can you, and I am not scared of any of you, the back of Kennedy's head is proof of that, right Mariena, asterisk chemtrails and stolen motorcycle chains, all notwithstanding, and shall we not forget the Valley Forge silver butterflies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, I fucked up on another recent blog, or was MIND STROBE HACKED, did not mean to say, glad you and “CODY” hooked up, Ann Reese, meant, Bobby. Still, brush air spaces with me, and strange and wild and
marvelous things do tend to occur, am I really so wrong peeps??
MAY I NOW PWEEEEEEEZE, END TWANSMISSION, WHAAAAA!!!!!!
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
A telephone call came in from San Mateo, California around twenty minutes before five this afternoon, and things in hyperspace are being shuffled and moved around a lot by the cannons of non-ethics, still, this is not an easy matter to tell.
The 36th Avenue Mystery Manor was active and busy with lots of Latin speaking peeps, calling me from a number with a lot of threes and fives in it if memory serves. I do not know exactly what happened, only that I answered the telephone on the start of the 4th ring, and the telephone caller-ID should have stored the number, but with the supernatural power involved with Lenny Newlife and his crew, it was not stored; and no one at the telephone company could give me a logical reason on just exactly how this could have happened. Also, time itself is being messed with huge time by the master manipulator HIMSELF, NICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, old pal, there is good news and bad news. This clever powerful DEMON FROM HELL just hacked my word program, and not with BUT-BUT or ODF shit, and just did it again, making my fucking sentences break up and go all over the place, let me shut fucking down and refucking boot. OK it is now later, so let us see if this fucking diseased power monger maniac 'prick can kick me in my dick again, how sick'; and yes, the song is known about all the way back in the eighties by the FEDS, who had all my residences bugged, so there goes fucking STM, AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, MC, you will need to do better than this, I do not understand Portuguese, sorry, me 'speaketh' only the 'King's English'. 'So sahwee'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The amazing part of all this is that the telephone with the caller-ID screen built in, displayed the words, “Private Person” and below it a number that was the San Mateo area code followed by a normal seven digit number, and it was not as though I picked right up, it should have remained in the stored memory, only it was not, and is as though this call had never come in. this takes major supernatural power, and is right out ODF the television show of yesterday, the famous Gothic horror serial daytime drama, “DARK SHADOWS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No police or prosecutor can pull this off either, once it is in somebody's fucking caller ID system, it is in there. Or is it NICK CANNON MCKINNON???????
You are one sick fucking jerk off bastard, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then about a half hour or 40 minutes later, give or take, a new call comes in, and I looked over, and my heart pounded like a fucking bass drum amplified with a series of connected and lined up kilowatt Crown Amplifiers. After-all, kings must be crowned. The display read, DAWN KING. I managed to muster up the courage to run back the voice-mail message about half an hour after this call came in, and was thinking about calling the (STAR-69), feature before this 2nd call came in but never did. Instead of hearing what I believed would be the screaming Dawn-Marie, it was her mom Ann Silva. It seems that Dawn woke up from this dream on New Years Day, about 140 days shy of her 42nd birthday. She told me Dawn died of Liver Cancer and had blown u p to 300 pounds and died a horrendous death. I only remember this robust healthy powerful huge amazon girl, how the mighty have fallen. Also, Terry Egghead helped Ann find my listed telephone number through her computer, and also, the great cousin 17 year old Leticia Tilley is pregnant. How this family seems to repeat its own endless cycles, and where is the Steel Pier in all of this, billy, last man on it, YO? No, he was not the 'mast-man', a typo-hack from another recent blog entry, BRO. Then we have the great city of my ancestry, as well as my Astral Dream-Down as Franklin some many decades ago, or ADD, and not Attention deficit disorder either, YO!!!!!!! Not the real GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL mind you peeps, but Brotherly-Love 'PHILADELPHIA', its true symbolic meaning of course right there for any tiny child to see and perceive and recognize, that is if one is really out there somewhere looking for it. This great city has already been shortened to the word PHILLY. It can be pronounced this way with or without the double “L”. A single “L” changes it to “PHILY”, and as silly as this may all sound to the many cream cheese lovers, YUK, the same word can be totally pronounced by using the “F” instead of the “PH”, now changing this not into Academy Road exits off of Route I-95, or Copyright Offices in Washington-13-District of Colombia; but instead, changing this now into FILY. Now just add in the great I-AM, right SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, my endless teen queen love? So the words that merge together from the two words, “AM” and “FILY” is {{{{((FAMILY))}}}}, F-AM-ILY. Tell me that symbolism is not all ass powerful, Lads, Lassies, and Labradors.
Well, now I can go home. I can leave FLORIDA, and die on the NORTH SHORE of Atlantic city, where it was all destined to happen, right up to ending back in misses Young;s class in Haddonfield, as an old man and wondering why my entire mother-fucking life is the way it is, and here I am an old fucking ass man. A dream, huh? Yeah, RIGHT, sure, OK,m John King. I will be leaving Florida very soon now, and return to a nice little place in New Jersey, reactivate my SORA license, and work at some security job part time, 1400 miles away from the fucking HARVEST NIGHTMARE, and good-bye forever to hot miserable mother fucking ass Florida. So if that is what MI and Nicky had to arrange top stop me from ending the world via posting on the You-Tube, a computer generation of the song “JUST WANNA SPEND MY TIME” well, they have the power to do it, and on goes the world, at least for now, yes DIANA, I always have LOVE-D-U!!
As for why this Florida experience all happened, UI have a trillion mother fucking theories, but you know what, all of them, and twenty-five jerk off cents will buy me one nice shiny ass fucking quarter!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANNOT WAIT TO GET OUT OF THIS HELL, AND GO BACJK HOME, I NEVER FUCKING BELONGED HERE IN THIS PARADISE CALLED HELL. I'm coming back, NEW JERSEY, so fucking look out!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maggie will be right behind me, evweebuddy, whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If Dawn can fall, HACKERS, so can you, and I am not scared of any of you, the back of Kennedy's head is proof of that, right Mariena, asterisk chemtrails and stolen motorcycle chains, all notwithstanding, and shall we not forget the Valley Forge silver butterflies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, I fucked up on another recent blog, or was MIND STROBE HACKED, did not mean to say, glad you and “CODY” hooked up, Ann Reese, meant, Bobby. Still, brush air spaces with me, and strange and wild and
marvelous things do tend to occur, am I really so wrong peeps??
MAY I NOW PWEEEEEEEZE, END TWANSMISSION, WHAAAAA!!!!!!
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 107
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 108
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Sunday was super fucking chemtrail siege, see some of the great YOU-TUBE posts that I have shared on my blog, YO, the list is as freaking endless as Chinese cliff jumpers that form an endless line to prove their population. All day Sunday, it was hell. At 8 in the mother fucking morning I awoke to a horrendous super attack here in the hood by rappers, shaking my walls to their foundation. Then when I went out on mother fucking errands, it was CHEMTRAIL CITY, and I knew it all ready, as I can physically feel it when it is out there all around me, my body is always tortured and assaulted and pummeled and reamed with this viciousness. THIS WAS JUST ABOUT ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL FUCKING HIGH OTAMMIC BOTBAR FUCKING WEEKENDS YET TO BE EXPERIENCED BY ME HERE IN HOT HELLISH FUCKING FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, and abbreviated, (FPFLUSAESMWG), since my arrival here on the 13th fucking day of December in the fucking ass year of 2009, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DIANA, thank you so much for coming and waking me up around 20 past 8 or so this BOTBAR DAY moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, with your fantastic lovely exquisite, luscious, and glamorous awesome lightning. You were a lovely multiple color, and so gorgeous to behold, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, or at least a lot more than I love Whitney Houston's nightmare ear punishing version of the 'STAR SPANGLED BANNER' back late in the freaking nineteen-nineties, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED YOU GODDESS DIANA, last night at your Great-Forest, we had the best time in the world, my baby blond!
I GUARANTEE THE DOW JONES, AFTER GIVING ME THIS PUTRID GODLESS DEMONIC WICKED FUCKING WEEKEND OF HELL CUBED, OR (DOGTOWN), totally fucking ass FLEW, and will be up close to a thousand fucking points either today or in a weekly total points-amount by Friday EOB (End-Of-Business). When they score with major FULL EVIL SPORTSPITRES, AS TYHEY DID OVEER THE WEEKEND, resulting from giving me a parallel-event total fucking nightmare, this is a dependable clockwork action and event, and we need no help from Sir fucking Isaac Newton here, as I have 25.5 years of experience now with this fucking SATANIC NIGHTMARE, ever since the 15th fucking day of the 8th month in the year of fucking miserable wretched 1986, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU ALL THIS SHIT MY GINA, YO. So don't break my arm, you or Kathy Craft Schintz, YO, or Keisha's for that fucking matter, my goddess, what are they making girls out of these days, ANTI-KRYPTONITE?????????????
All weekend, I had nightmarish interactions, I was going to be sent to prison and some girl who I used to talk to at a 'WAWA' Convenience store was in on this theft along with me, and get this, of a giant piece of meat. I was telling her that we needed to forget this and run down to South America to one of the nations there that had no extradition treaty with the freaking United States. I did not even remember who she was until the weekend was almost over, shades of June 4th in 1980 and LOIS FOCA, only that did not take a day or 2 for me to remember, that one took a bit longer for me to remember the girl, much longer. Still shades of the 'LFS', huh, (LOIS FOCA SYNDROME), YO????? She was a very tall beautiful teenager around nineteen or so, and we always used to talk about music concerts when I would drive to roadway trucking in Pennsylvania, and stop first right before the job site at this WAWA store, to buy a few hot dogs and candy, or whatever. Why after 6 or 7 years, she came into my dreams so incredibly powerful with this interaction, is a powerful hyperspace equation, and had some powerful meaning.
I got home today from work, and my computer showed me AGAIN, living on 36th Avenue in San Mateo, California, and on Pacific Time, three hours earlier. I changed the system back again for the tenth time or so it seems, and then went to Google, and found Sheriff Greg Munks of San Mateo County, and had a very nice talk with both his office, as well as the San Mateo Police Department, their exact words to me when I told them my nightmare story, was that “a lot of big things go on over on 36th Avenue”, yeah, I'll just bet they do, OH YEAH, RIGHT, I'll bet they freaking do, seven times over, huh Ninny McKannon. The entire feds are reading all my blogs and looking into all of this horse shit and civil rights violations. So let us see what happens when all is said and done and Julia white's second calendar approaches in late 'twelve. Julia, you say I am mysterious, your son in law is a 1980 record promoter who decided to really get born again, and you call me mysterious, Sheeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!
END FUCKING TRANSMISSION, MY LIFE IS BEYOND SUPER HE-DOUBLE HICKEY STICKS, LENNY BRISCOE BEETHOVEN.
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Sunday was super fucking chemtrail siege, see some of the great YOU-TUBE posts that I have shared on my blog, YO, the list is as freaking endless as Chinese cliff jumpers that form an endless line to prove their population. All day Sunday, it was hell. At 8 in the mother fucking morning I awoke to a horrendous super attack here in the hood by rappers, shaking my walls to their foundation. Then when I went out on mother fucking errands, it was CHEMTRAIL CITY, and I knew it all ready, as I can physically feel it when it is out there all around me, my body is always tortured and assaulted and pummeled and reamed with this viciousness. THIS WAS JUST ABOUT ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL FUCKING HIGH OTAMMIC BOTBAR FUCKING WEEKENDS YET TO BE EXPERIENCED BY ME HERE IN HOT HELLISH FUCKING FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, and abbreviated, (FPFLUSAESMWG), since my arrival here on the 13th fucking day of December in the fucking ass year of 2009, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DIANA, thank you so much for coming and waking me up around 20 past 8 or so this BOTBAR DAY moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, with your fantastic lovely exquisite, luscious, and glamorous awesome lightning. You were a lovely multiple color, and so gorgeous to behold, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, or at least a lot more than I love Whitney Houston's nightmare ear punishing version of the 'STAR SPANGLED BANNER' back late in the freaking nineteen-nineties, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED YOU GODDESS DIANA, last night at your Great-Forest, we had the best time in the world, my baby blond!
I GUARANTEE THE DOW JONES, AFTER GIVING ME THIS PUTRID GODLESS DEMONIC WICKED FUCKING WEEKEND OF HELL CUBED, OR (DOGTOWN), totally fucking ass FLEW, and will be up close to a thousand fucking points either today or in a weekly total points-amount by Friday EOB (End-Of-Business). When they score with major FULL EVIL SPORTSPITRES, AS TYHEY DID OVEER THE WEEKEND, resulting from giving me a parallel-event total fucking nightmare, this is a dependable clockwork action and event, and we need no help from Sir fucking Isaac Newton here, as I have 25.5 years of experience now with this fucking SATANIC NIGHTMARE, ever since the 15th fucking day of the 8th month in the year of fucking miserable wretched 1986, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU ALL THIS SHIT MY GINA, YO. So don't break my arm, you or Kathy Craft Schintz, YO, or Keisha's for that fucking matter, my goddess, what are they making girls out of these days, ANTI-KRYPTONITE?????????????
All weekend, I had nightmarish interactions, I was going to be sent to prison and some girl who I used to talk to at a 'WAWA' Convenience store was in on this theft along with me, and get this, of a giant piece of meat. I was telling her that we needed to forget this and run down to South America to one of the nations there that had no extradition treaty with the freaking United States. I did not even remember who she was until the weekend was almost over, shades of June 4th in 1980 and LOIS FOCA, only that did not take a day or 2 for me to remember, that one took a bit longer for me to remember the girl, much longer. Still shades of the 'LFS', huh, (LOIS FOCA SYNDROME), YO????? She was a very tall beautiful teenager around nineteen or so, and we always used to talk about music concerts when I would drive to roadway trucking in Pennsylvania, and stop first right before the job site at this WAWA store, to buy a few hot dogs and candy, or whatever. Why after 6 or 7 years, she came into my dreams so incredibly powerful with this interaction, is a powerful hyperspace equation, and had some powerful meaning.
I got home today from work, and my computer showed me AGAIN, living on 36th Avenue in San Mateo, California, and on Pacific Time, three hours earlier. I changed the system back again for the tenth time or so it seems, and then went to Google, and found Sheriff Greg Munks of San Mateo County, and had a very nice talk with both his office, as well as the San Mateo Police Department, their exact words to me when I told them my nightmare story, was that “a lot of big things go on over on 36th Avenue”, yeah, I'll just bet they do, OH YEAH, RIGHT, I'll bet they freaking do, seven times over, huh Ninny McKannon. The entire feds are reading all my blogs and looking into all of this horse shit and civil rights violations. So let us see what happens when all is said and done and Julia white's second calendar approaches in late 'twelve. Julia, you say I am mysterious, your son in law is a 1980 record promoter who decided to really get born again, and you call me mysterious, Sheeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!
END FUCKING TRANSMISSION, MY LIFE IS BEYOND SUPER HE-DOUBLE HICKEY STICKS, LENNY BRISCOE BEETHOVEN.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 107
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 107
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
WORLD LABS OF 2298
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE: CH-107-032611.987
BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “TOLD YOU GINA, 3 WAYS OVER, YO”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
OK my giant-Gina, as I said, the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WOULD SLAM OUT A MAJOR VICTORY, and the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES played a double-header, and LOST BOTH GAMES, just as I told you, and am always mother fucking right. Bookies and casinos are scared to fucking death of me, and were in 1986 in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and they fucking know it.
This is no long blog, peeps are all in their own zone, and only those doing all of this to me are really steadily following my report on them, if anything I'm fucking feeding their already humongous and monstrous diseased super egos. You go Ron Wirtz Senior, Camden County Prosecutors Office, and what you said to me in the early nineteen-nineties regarding “feeding the monsters verses starving them”, how true, how fucking ass true, kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, two things need to be said right here, today, and right freaking now, Lieutenant Van Buren. NBC, the Network, it is obvious to even this super retard, me, what is going on. Trump, you ugly old miserable fucking soulless bastard you. He is the one who told Dick wolf about me, and all the shit around 1989, and then before I totally realized what really had happened, they all got together and made more $billions$, well, you go peeps, your maker will judge all deeds accordingly. The part about my endless suffering, also known and blog-discussed repeatedly, and labeled by me as the 'HUNTINGTON CURSE', is also in need of a quick snippet few words, no big harping peeps, let me assure fucking all of you, this will not take fucking long, so let me post up and cry my mother fucking pathetic fucking self to sleep.
First, there is a reality to the FASCITAR. There is a reality to both 1969 and the mathematical 'PITSY'. There is a reality to the HC. There is a reality to Gawky and the great numerological knowledge of this magical overgrown Felix-Lion. There was a reason for my suddenly letting a cassette tape play until the auto-reverse changed sides and I heard as version of my two karaoke versions of my song called, “Real good girl”, that night while I was guarding the Cifaloglio trucking plant, back in the garden-green state of Blue Jerksey. There also was a 'VENKA-STRONG-GIR'L reason for my living more than twenty years without ever really realizing what happened to me one night in New York City. There are countless things going on, but without connecting up quantum physics into shit, and transdimensional hyperspace equations, it is as meaningless as dog shit, and beyond even that, STM. Shit all freaking fits perfectly together, right down to a beautiful universe that I died out of to come here, but the only trouble was that over there, the end was real bad, really bad. Donald J. Trump was elected President of the United States in 2012, and in 2014, declared himself god all mighty, which he of course totally believes himself to be. Over here, he will not ever win the presidency. HA-HA-HA. Later on when my daughter, Paula Junior was maxed out at the Harborfields Detention Center in egg Harbor City, at the age of eighteen, on September 29th of 2016, Trump had her whisked off to a secret military base in New Mexico, and from here, she retraced me over there, and invented “Laser Trace Distance Delay' technology, 258 years ahead of its time, still, I know how to count boxed numbers in any universe, Milituforce Otammite's and their equivalents. This changes nothing over here about my life, or so one might think, only HSE is not some little toy to be played with by amateurs who are totally mother fucking clueless to 99.9999% of all of these complexities.
Sticking just with here in this one small miniscule piece of all total hyperspace reality or the entire 5th-dimension, things in millions of close localized hyperspace universes, all mesh and merge together in various ways, and those few that are in the know, can manipulate a large majority of these events while asleep and dreaming, through a science someday known as 'ES' or EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. All of these things being discussed on this blog are all old news, and all are referenced to in many various previously existing blog posts, most ODF them on www.blogger.com, throughout the past five plus years of time now, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I promised everyone a short blog, so for now, as I said, and now I reiterate, GINA, and other MORIANS, and enemies, “I TOLD YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IN THE WORLD OF SPORTS EVENTS TODAY”. It is all a huge parlor trick, but when you know what is fucking happening, it all is no more than child's play, and who is a bigger child than Mister Trump? I've got your number, buddy!!!!!
The question is the answer, because the question asked was MI. Only via STM or (SPACE-TIME-MIOND) however, was this all worked out on some cosmic checkerboard system, and achieved if that word is accurate since it implies a positive reality. The truth is that I came into this fucking world to punish myself as much as would be possibly attainable. I planned this along with Julia white fifth fucking million years ago from Murray's Soda Shop in Sahasra Dal Kanwal. I have darkened my own doorstep with no help from my distant cousins from the north, neither SIR HERBERT or his son, SIR ARTHUR, of the great Huntington family, the family of governors, wealth, and mass murder/suicides. Wow, is this an uplifting blog. Let me say, E/T.
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
WORLD LABS OF 2298
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE: CH-107-032611.987
BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “TOLD YOU GINA, 3 WAYS OVER, YO”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
OK my giant-Gina, as I said, the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WOULD SLAM OUT A MAJOR VICTORY, and the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES played a double-header, and LOST BOTH GAMES, just as I told you, and am always mother fucking right. Bookies and casinos are scared to fucking death of me, and were in 1986 in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and they fucking know it.
This is no long blog, peeps are all in their own zone, and only those doing all of this to me are really steadily following my report on them, if anything I'm fucking feeding their already humongous and monstrous diseased super egos. You go Ron Wirtz Senior, Camden County Prosecutors Office, and what you said to me in the early nineteen-nineties regarding “feeding the monsters verses starving them”, how true, how fucking ass true, kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, two things need to be said right here, today, and right freaking now, Lieutenant Van Buren. NBC, the Network, it is obvious to even this super retard, me, what is going on. Trump, you ugly old miserable fucking soulless bastard you. He is the one who told Dick wolf about me, and all the shit around 1989, and then before I totally realized what really had happened, they all got together and made more $billions$, well, you go peeps, your maker will judge all deeds accordingly. The part about my endless suffering, also known and blog-discussed repeatedly, and labeled by me as the 'HUNTINGTON CURSE', is also in need of a quick snippet few words, no big harping peeps, let me assure fucking all of you, this will not take fucking long, so let me post up and cry my mother fucking pathetic fucking self to sleep.
First, there is a reality to the FASCITAR. There is a reality to both 1969 and the mathematical 'PITSY'. There is a reality to the HC. There is a reality to Gawky and the great numerological knowledge of this magical overgrown Felix-Lion. There was a reason for my suddenly letting a cassette tape play until the auto-reverse changed sides and I heard as version of my two karaoke versions of my song called, “Real good girl”, that night while I was guarding the Cifaloglio trucking plant, back in the garden-green state of Blue Jerksey. There also was a 'VENKA-STRONG-GIR'L reason for my living more than twenty years without ever really realizing what happened to me one night in New York City. There are countless things going on, but without connecting up quantum physics into shit, and transdimensional hyperspace equations, it is as meaningless as dog shit, and beyond even that, STM. Shit all freaking fits perfectly together, right down to a beautiful universe that I died out of to come here, but the only trouble was that over there, the end was real bad, really bad. Donald J. Trump was elected President of the United States in 2012, and in 2014, declared himself god all mighty, which he of course totally believes himself to be. Over here, he will not ever win the presidency. HA-HA-HA. Later on when my daughter, Paula Junior was maxed out at the Harborfields Detention Center in egg Harbor City, at the age of eighteen, on September 29th of 2016, Trump had her whisked off to a secret military base in New Mexico, and from here, she retraced me over there, and invented “Laser Trace Distance Delay' technology, 258 years ahead of its time, still, I know how to count boxed numbers in any universe, Milituforce Otammite's and their equivalents. This changes nothing over here about my life, or so one might think, only HSE is not some little toy to be played with by amateurs who are totally mother fucking clueless to 99.9999% of all of these complexities.
Sticking just with here in this one small miniscule piece of all total hyperspace reality or the entire 5th-dimension, things in millions of close localized hyperspace universes, all mesh and merge together in various ways, and those few that are in the know, can manipulate a large majority of these events while asleep and dreaming, through a science someday known as 'ES' or EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. All of these things being discussed on this blog are all old news, and all are referenced to in many various previously existing blog posts, most ODF them on www.blogger.com, throughout the past five plus years of time now, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I promised everyone a short blog, so for now, as I said, and now I reiterate, GINA, and other MORIANS, and enemies, “I TOLD YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IN THE WORLD OF SPORTS EVENTS TODAY”. It is all a huge parlor trick, but when you know what is fucking happening, it all is no more than child's play, and who is a bigger child than Mister Trump? I've got your number, buddy!!!!!
The question is the answer, because the question asked was MI. Only via STM or (SPACE-TIME-MIOND) however, was this all worked out on some cosmic checkerboard system, and achieved if that word is accurate since it implies a positive reality. The truth is that I came into this fucking world to punish myself as much as would be possibly attainable. I planned this along with Julia white fifth fucking million years ago from Murray's Soda Shop in Sahasra Dal Kanwal. I have darkened my own doorstep with no help from my distant cousins from the north, neither SIR HERBERT or his son, SIR ARTHUR, of the great Huntington family, the family of governors, wealth, and mass murder/suicides. Wow, is this an uplifting blog. Let me say, E/T.
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 106---A, AND B
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 106
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
This paragraph here is an insert. This was posted last night until the transmission ended, then read the next following part, this is later on today when all mother fucking cunt eating hellfire broke out without any help from Mike Snotsy the match-man or Robert Matches McGuire.
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION: (This was sent back in time to last fucking night). MMMMMMMMMMMMM-All orders, hit them MAG!!!
Well everybody, the magic is in the year of 1969, as well as in all things. STM is all about this message, yet it is all about all things. How can this make sense to anyone except perhaps the great philosophers? Well, it does not have to make sense on an awake level, I need to send this text from where I live as Zeranniss Labber Jones far into negative space from this point, and nearly 1.72 quadrillion miles in any direction away, in any vibratory interaction where electrons and protons in-between these points are all in opposite charges; or another way to say this in your words peeps would be, “285 years in the future from the time this blog posts up”. Don't wet-out on me DJ Scummer!
Why is 1969 so major, some may ask? Well, the Eagles know, and not the football team, but there is a lot more to this, and some of the peeps that would also most definitely know quite a bit would be MISTER ANTON, his buddy, Ninny McKannon, Software Norton, Will McAfee the 'Systems Analyst', NASA, McDonnell Douglas, Jackson Baddriver, and Raytheon, as well as good ol' 37th-Pres-hatchet-man Charles Colson, Spell-checker Einstein, Freddy Windtunnels Thiefdude, matches McGuire and his gang in Somerdale, Mike Dirtbag Stosny and the Boys who now went onto become the 'older boys', right MC?, and on and on I could go, all through endless time, all though time is a pure illusion in a larger truer reality.
All I will say is that the world has now provided me with sufficient proof to take my claim into a court of law, which I will do, and name many plaintiffs, you will have to kill me, and I do not die. Also, when you make the mistake of doing this, you will be so sorry, it cannot be explained in words, you all have seen NOTHING YET, AL JOL!!!!!!!
I'll say one thing for both Paula, as well as Gawky, and that is, they know how to play the game real well. Well, laugh on, I am not playing, except for keeps. I was shown a monstrous thing that Paula did right after Christmas day ended in 1997, and as the days pass now, your second calendar being about 640 days from commencing, only as it grows nearer, you will grow sorrier for all of this, that is truth, just like Shuttles, World Series, Quakes, quivers, tremors, and other bullshit, only the trouble is that it is NOT bullshit, and there are those who know this totally. Believing 100 percent in something makes it happen, not asking anyone or any entity, just as I know 'Maggie' works for me, and that all though “I loved Diana”, and still do in this human-awake time world, Sarah-Stacey; I know all ready, that what I asked of you was wrong, YOU HAVE TOTALLY SHOWN ME THIS, and now I know what a fool I was to twist your powerful arm, brown eyes. You may not remember any of this, 'BUT I DO', © OFFICE! Yellow sheets of paper, I wish my world was filled with such hum-drum concerns and worries, YO. 'Thanx to the shadows', did I say nearly fourteen years ago? Why would I ever want to thank the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS, making up one third of the mighty and great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL? What do I have to thank them for; these LAMBRIGG CULTISTS from 2301, as 'awake-mortals' might perceive this false illusion of reality to be?
Ed, are you and BOO out of jail yet, and is Dawn, Letty, or anyone else in this lovely adorable family in yet??????????????????????
END TRANNY, OL' SWEET DARK HEARTED GRANNY, WHAAAAA!!! This is where this blog was supposed to end, all hell has mother fucking broken out since this post up. Now I will move up to the future at just past six tomorrow evening. Here we fucking go, along with Johnny Faster clocked again at 100 MPH-ALL READY. I am under a death attack, AND I NEED HELP, ROBERT MCDOWELL, OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, (FCC), SO PLEASE HELP YOUR OLD FRIEND FROM HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY.
It is now 032611.751, or a minute and a half past six this Saturday evening. I was jammed out again, starting at right around 3:25 PM on Cable Channel SOAP-NET, somebody does not like my viewing Beverly Hills 90210 or the Gilmore Girls. Gee, I wonder why not, RIAA-KEYBOARD, and Mariena Kennedy?????!!!!Frank Callio's wife does not have the name of Astral Flowers, although when I fucking died of a fatal heart attack back in late 2005 around Christmas time of course, and returned as peeps tend to do in my freaking diseased outlandish family, at the Cifaloglio Trucking place, in Folsom, New Jersey, USAESMWG, you might think that 'Rhea' and Frank had a lot more to do with this as well as WHITE sports car driven by sister-Sarah, huh Barnabas?????? Oh yes, bet on that one, as it was not in the script for no reason, Julia, before they get to me, you can bet I'll get to you!!!!!!!!!!!! Then on 'PEARL HARBOR DAY' BACK IN 1996, I had that powerful and 'blogged' interaction, where I suddenly was on TENNESSEE AVENUE with SARAH, and she came right up to me and said to me and I'll fucking quote it here on this blog, “Let's play a game boy, let's play Guess the Name of the Guests”. I turned around to my right and instantly saw a young Mary Tyler Moore from the SECRETS IOF THE ROSE GARDEN ion the FAMILY CHANNEL back then in the middle nineties circa, and she had her famous green dress on, the exact one from that episode that made all of us guys go totally gaga from her hit TV show in 1970, MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW. If Lou will grant me permission here to move on with this story now, MI, I will do so, and others, and yes, of course, 'GINA', who I now tell, that if the PHILLIES OR AND THE FLYERS in Philadelphia play a game fucking tonight, I ALL READY TOTALLY KNOW THAT THE PHILLIES WILL BE SLAUGHTERED AND PUMMELED, AND THE FLYERS WILL REIGN SUPREME AND FUCKING VICTORIOUS, YO!!
The 4th verse in my 1996 SARAH-song, written on 12 May, was responded to instantly after its early 1997 copyright, by my lovely brown eyed curly girl MI, and MCKINNON hates it. I have no power to change things Lenny Pissbreak Tapes.
{mAGNESONIc}, WHOEVER IS DOING THIS CONTINUAL UTILITY ATTACK WITRH MY COMCAST STUFF, VIDEO, AUDI, COMPUTER, ETCETERA, SCAN AND WIPE THEM OUT AND ALL THEIR FREAKING LOVED ONES, ALL GENERAL ORDWERS, ALL SPECDIAL ORDERS, ALL ADT AND ZDT TECKS.
You know the biggest fucking piss off of all, is that peeps think that I am the mother fucking bad guy, the aggressor, and one doing the shit. All I am doing is self preservation, I merely am fucking defending myself, any mother can relate, and mother can be interpreted any way that whoever is reading this feels it may apply to them in its meaning, YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There were many nights at Cifaloglio Trucking in the middle of the first decade of century-21, that were indescribably bizarre. Diana coming tio me with botrh HER mloon and HER lightning, the powwerful two rainbows, the dying and the visiattion where one side of the warehouse was colder than the other, and then winter turned into spring, loops, Stacey's, and endless infinities, and not to mention forgiveness, flowers, and Callio's. All symbols were all there the entire time, but being a mere human being there, BRUCE PENNOCK, and NOT OPERFECT, I was not able to piece things together at the necessary speed of life, as if I had indeed been able to do this, I would be sitting on top of the world and not in tears and under death hell siege, morning, 'noonan' night, Fucking Robert Cheatley Patterson of Lindenwold, New Jersey, USEASMWG, if you are still here in this dream, fellow cable TV 'enjoyer', YO!!!!!!!!!
SO ARE MARK AND SARAH THE ONLY TWO WHO KNOW THE DICTION? A child can tell you that the UNTITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE KNOWS THAT THIS IS ALL THE TOTAL ASS TRUTH. Don't hide, you can't hide, I know all about all of you, and so does Elder Hair and the Mormon Church, but other Smith's are part of my present time illusion 'right here and now', so we will leave THE-GREAT-1969 alone for right now, Tennessee Avenue hotels, Eagles non-football teams and other shit all notwithstanding, BRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,MISTER Roddenberry, I know how to purge my computer, but thank you for time texting me the answer anyway last freaking evening, KIND SIR. Any more smiley faces, Prosecutor Ron Wirtz? Well, you at least get smiles, I get internet haste-pages, and DJ Donna Summer's. Ain't life GRAND, MIZZ BALLY???????? It amazes me that 'RAYTHEON' is not spell checker recognized, nor 'TEXTING' for that matter, still Raytheon quite obviously did not like what I posted up on last night's mother fucking ass blog, and punished me by hacking out, AGAIN, my 90210 show, and I keep right fucking on reporting it over and over on my record file, to the COMCAST CABLE COMPANY, and will be seeing the fucking FBI next week, as BRO, I'VE MOTHER FUCKING HAD IT RIGHT UP TO HERE AND THEN SOME WITH ALL OF THIS CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION FUCKING SHIT ALL THESE COCK SUCKING DICK EATING YEARS AND DECADES NOW, YO!!!!!!!
Let me tell you all something fucking real powerful now The reason they hate me messing around with music is because of my two demo dance tunes and my attempt at sampling the then greatest diva of the world, and it sure did not pose as any disguised disc jockey, but then, I may have mistaken her wonderful identity. So she said to me that she was gonna write my name across the sky, and went back in time a few years and started doing this through what else other than SPACE-TIME-MIND (STM). Somebody has informed me of two things, my computer geek hacker who we will just call XZ4039. This is how powerful this shit is. He said to go to my favorites and find at the bottom of the scroll where he went up and put the u-tube-page of 'MI APOLOGY SONG'. Hen hit it and go up And hit share after it begins playing, then go down to where it says BLOGGER, and then sign into the account and a post prompt will come up, and then do what I do when I blog on www.blogger.com, just publish it. So I attached my time delay system and did this, and posted all the way back a month now or so, maybe I'll go back further, later on. Then he told me that he will be posting it back up later when he checks on things, and then told me that I need to do LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS, and use his 20,000 dollar pro-tool sampling, and let MI sing her own song from HER great city, out to the world, and then and only then HER memories will return, and SHE then can then put an end to this horrible miserable humanity that sits here in ashes, and is waiting to find its wonderful red X, and close out forever, Louise Hendershodt.
END TRANSMISSION, YO, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
This paragraph here is an insert. This was posted last night until the transmission ended, then read the next following part, this is later on today when all mother fucking cunt eating hellfire broke out without any help from Mike Snotsy the match-man or Robert Matches McGuire.
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION: (This was sent back in time to last fucking night). MMMMMMMMMMMMM-All orders, hit them MAG!!!
Well everybody, the magic is in the year of 1969, as well as in all things. STM is all about this message, yet it is all about all things. How can this make sense to anyone except perhaps the great philosophers? Well, it does not have to make sense on an awake level, I need to send this text from where I live as Zeranniss Labber Jones far into negative space from this point, and nearly 1.72 quadrillion miles in any direction away, in any vibratory interaction where electrons and protons in-between these points are all in opposite charges; or another way to say this in your words peeps would be, “285 years in the future from the time this blog posts up”. Don't wet-out on me DJ Scummer!
Why is 1969 so major, some may ask? Well, the Eagles know, and not the football team, but there is a lot more to this, and some of the peeps that would also most definitely know quite a bit would be MISTER ANTON, his buddy, Ninny McKannon, Software Norton, Will McAfee the 'Systems Analyst', NASA, McDonnell Douglas, Jackson Baddriver, and Raytheon, as well as good ol' 37th-Pres-hatchet-man Charles Colson, Spell-checker Einstein, Freddy Windtunnels Thiefdude, matches McGuire and his gang in Somerdale, Mike Dirtbag Stosny and the Boys who now went onto become the 'older boys', right MC?, and on and on I could go, all through endless time, all though time is a pure illusion in a larger truer reality.
All I will say is that the world has now provided me with sufficient proof to take my claim into a court of law, which I will do, and name many plaintiffs, you will have to kill me, and I do not die. Also, when you make the mistake of doing this, you will be so sorry, it cannot be explained in words, you all have seen NOTHING YET, AL JOL!!!!!!!
I'll say one thing for both Paula, as well as Gawky, and that is, they know how to play the game real well. Well, laugh on, I am not playing, except for keeps. I was shown a monstrous thing that Paula did right after Christmas day ended in 1997, and as the days pass now, your second calendar being about 640 days from commencing, only as it grows nearer, you will grow sorrier for all of this, that is truth, just like Shuttles, World Series, Quakes, quivers, tremors, and other bullshit, only the trouble is that it is NOT bullshit, and there are those who know this totally. Believing 100 percent in something makes it happen, not asking anyone or any entity, just as I know 'Maggie' works for me, and that all though “I loved Diana”, and still do in this human-awake time world, Sarah-Stacey; I know all ready, that what I asked of you was wrong, YOU HAVE TOTALLY SHOWN ME THIS, and now I know what a fool I was to twist your powerful arm, brown eyes. You may not remember any of this, 'BUT I DO', © OFFICE! Yellow sheets of paper, I wish my world was filled with such hum-drum concerns and worries, YO. 'Thanx to the shadows', did I say nearly fourteen years ago? Why would I ever want to thank the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS, making up one third of the mighty and great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL? What do I have to thank them for; these LAMBRIGG CULTISTS from 2301, as 'awake-mortals' might perceive this false illusion of reality to be?
Ed, are you and BOO out of jail yet, and is Dawn, Letty, or anyone else in this lovely adorable family in yet??????????????????????
END TRANNY, OL' SWEET DARK HEARTED GRANNY, WHAAAAA!!! This is where this blog was supposed to end, all hell has mother fucking broken out since this post up. Now I will move up to the future at just past six tomorrow evening. Here we fucking go, along with Johnny Faster clocked again at 100 MPH-ALL READY. I am under a death attack, AND I NEED HELP, ROBERT MCDOWELL, OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, (FCC), SO PLEASE HELP YOUR OLD FRIEND FROM HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY.
It is now 032611.751, or a minute and a half past six this Saturday evening. I was jammed out again, starting at right around 3:25 PM on Cable Channel SOAP-NET, somebody does not like my viewing Beverly Hills 90210 or the Gilmore Girls. Gee, I wonder why not, RIAA-KEYBOARD, and Mariena Kennedy?????!!!!Frank Callio's wife does not have the name of Astral Flowers, although when I fucking died of a fatal heart attack back in late 2005 around Christmas time of course, and returned as peeps tend to do in my freaking diseased outlandish family, at the Cifaloglio Trucking place, in Folsom, New Jersey, USAESMWG, you might think that 'Rhea' and Frank had a lot more to do with this as well as WHITE sports car driven by sister-Sarah, huh Barnabas?????? Oh yes, bet on that one, as it was not in the script for no reason, Julia, before they get to me, you can bet I'll get to you!!!!!!!!!!!! Then on 'PEARL HARBOR DAY' BACK IN 1996, I had that powerful and 'blogged' interaction, where I suddenly was on TENNESSEE AVENUE with SARAH, and she came right up to me and said to me and I'll fucking quote it here on this blog, “Let's play a game boy, let's play Guess the Name of the Guests”. I turned around to my right and instantly saw a young Mary Tyler Moore from the SECRETS IOF THE ROSE GARDEN ion the FAMILY CHANNEL back then in the middle nineties circa, and she had her famous green dress on, the exact one from that episode that made all of us guys go totally gaga from her hit TV show in 1970, MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW. If Lou will grant me permission here to move on with this story now, MI, I will do so, and others, and yes, of course, 'GINA', who I now tell, that if the PHILLIES OR AND THE FLYERS in Philadelphia play a game fucking tonight, I ALL READY TOTALLY KNOW THAT THE PHILLIES WILL BE SLAUGHTERED AND PUMMELED, AND THE FLYERS WILL REIGN SUPREME AND FUCKING VICTORIOUS, YO!!
The 4th verse in my 1996 SARAH-song, written on 12 May, was responded to instantly after its early 1997 copyright, by my lovely brown eyed curly girl MI, and MCKINNON hates it. I have no power to change things Lenny Pissbreak Tapes.
{mAGNESONIc}, WHOEVER IS DOING THIS CONTINUAL UTILITY ATTACK WITRH MY COMCAST STUFF, VIDEO, AUDI, COMPUTER, ETCETERA, SCAN AND WIPE THEM OUT AND ALL THEIR FREAKING LOVED ONES, ALL GENERAL ORDWERS, ALL SPECDIAL ORDERS, ALL ADT AND ZDT TECKS.
You know the biggest fucking piss off of all, is that peeps think that I am the mother fucking bad guy, the aggressor, and one doing the shit. All I am doing is self preservation, I merely am fucking defending myself, any mother can relate, and mother can be interpreted any way that whoever is reading this feels it may apply to them in its meaning, YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There were many nights at Cifaloglio Trucking in the middle of the first decade of century-21, that were indescribably bizarre. Diana coming tio me with botrh HER mloon and HER lightning, the powwerful two rainbows, the dying and the visiattion where one side of the warehouse was colder than the other, and then winter turned into spring, loops, Stacey's, and endless infinities, and not to mention forgiveness, flowers, and Callio's. All symbols were all there the entire time, but being a mere human being there, BRUCE PENNOCK, and NOT OPERFECT, I was not able to piece things together at the necessary speed of life, as if I had indeed been able to do this, I would be sitting on top of the world and not in tears and under death hell siege, morning, 'noonan' night, Fucking Robert Cheatley Patterson of Lindenwold, New Jersey, USEASMWG, if you are still here in this dream, fellow cable TV 'enjoyer', YO!!!!!!!!!
SO ARE MARK AND SARAH THE ONLY TWO WHO KNOW THE DICTION? A child can tell you that the UNTITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE KNOWS THAT THIS IS ALL THE TOTAL ASS TRUTH. Don't hide, you can't hide, I know all about all of you, and so does Elder Hair and the Mormon Church, but other Smith's are part of my present time illusion 'right here and now', so we will leave THE-GREAT-1969 alone for right now, Tennessee Avenue hotels, Eagles non-football teams and other shit all notwithstanding, BRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,MISTER Roddenberry, I know how to purge my computer, but thank you for time texting me the answer anyway last freaking evening, KIND SIR. Any more smiley faces, Prosecutor Ron Wirtz? Well, you at least get smiles, I get internet haste-pages, and DJ Donna Summer's. Ain't life GRAND, MIZZ BALLY???????? It amazes me that 'RAYTHEON' is not spell checker recognized, nor 'TEXTING' for that matter, still Raytheon quite obviously did not like what I posted up on last night's mother fucking ass blog, and punished me by hacking out, AGAIN, my 90210 show, and I keep right fucking on reporting it over and over on my record file, to the COMCAST CABLE COMPANY, and will be seeing the fucking FBI next week, as BRO, I'VE MOTHER FUCKING HAD IT RIGHT UP TO HERE AND THEN SOME WITH ALL OF THIS CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION FUCKING SHIT ALL THESE COCK SUCKING DICK EATING YEARS AND DECADES NOW, YO!!!!!!!
Let me tell you all something fucking real powerful now The reason they hate me messing around with music is because of my two demo dance tunes and my attempt at sampling the then greatest diva of the world, and it sure did not pose as any disguised disc jockey, but then, I may have mistaken her wonderful identity. So she said to me that she was gonna write my name across the sky, and went back in time a few years and started doing this through what else other than SPACE-TIME-MIND (STM). Somebody has informed me of two things, my computer geek hacker who we will just call XZ4039. This is how powerful this shit is. He said to go to my favorites and find at the bottom of the scroll where he went up and put the u-tube-page of 'MI APOLOGY SONG'. Hen hit it and go up And hit share after it begins playing, then go down to where it says BLOGGER, and then sign into the account and a post prompt will come up, and then do what I do when I blog on www.blogger.com, just publish it. So I attached my time delay system and did this, and posted all the way back a month now or so, maybe I'll go back further, later on. Then he told me that he will be posting it back up later when he checks on things, and then told me that I need to do LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS, and use his 20,000 dollar pro-tool sampling, and let MI sing her own song from HER great city, out to the world, and then and only then HER memories will return, and SHE then can then put an end to this horrible miserable humanity that sits here in ashes, and is waiting to find its wonderful red X, and close out forever, Louise Hendershodt.
END TRANSMISSION, YO, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 107
HELP ME BOB MCDOWELL, OF THE FCC, THEY ARE MURDERING ME.
Friday, March 25, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 106
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 106
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Well everybody, the magic is in the year of 1969, as well as in all things. STM is all about this message, yet it is all about all things. How can this make sense to anyone except perhaps the great philosophers? Well, it does not have to make sense on an awake level, I need to send this text from where I live as Zeranniss Labber Jones far into negative space from this point, and nearly 1.72 quadrillion miles in any direction away, in any vibratory interaction where electrons and protons in-between these points are all in opposite charges; or another way to say this in your words peeps would be, “285 years in the future from the time this blog posts up”. Don't wet-out on me DJ Scummer!
Why is 1969 so major, some may ask? Well, the Eagles know, and not the football team, but there is a lot more to this, and some of the peeps that would also most definitely know quite a bit would be MISTER ANTON, his buddy, Ninny McKannon, Software Norton, Will McAfee the 'Systems Analyst', NASA, McDonnell Douglas, Jackson Baddriver, and Raytheon, as well as good ol' 37th-Pres-hatchet-man Charles Colson, Spell-checker Einstein, Freddy Windtunnels Thiefdude, matches McGuire and his gang in Somerdale, Mike Dirtbag Stosny and the Boys who now went onto become the 'older boys', right MC?, and on and on I could go, all through endless time, all though time is a pure illusion in a larger truer reality.
All I will say is that the world has now provided me with sufficient proof to take my claim into a court of law, which I will do, and name many plaintiffs, you will have to kill me, and I do not die. Also, when you make the mistake of doing this, you will be so sorry, it cannot be explained in words, you all have seen NOTHING YET, AL JOL!!!!!!!
I'll say one thing for both Paula, as well as Gawky, and that is, they know how to play the game real well. Well, laugh on, I am not playing, except for keeps. I was shown a monstrous thing that Paula did right after Christmas day ended in 1997, and as the days pass now, your second calendar being about 640 days from commencing, only as it grows nearer, you will grow sorrier for all of this, that is truth, just like Shuttles, World series, Quakes, quivers, tremors, and other bullshit, only the trouble is that it is NOT bullshit, and there are those who know this totally. Believing 100 percent in something makes it happen, not asking anyone or any entity, just as I know Maggie works for me, and that all though “I loved Diana”, and still do in this human awake time world, Sarah-Stacey; I know all ready, that what I asked of you was wrong, YOU HAVE TOTALLY SHOWN ME THIS, and now I know what a fool I was to twist your powerful arm, brown eyes. You may not remember any of this, 'BUT I DO', © OFFICE! Yellow sheets of paper, I wish my world was filled with such hum-drum concerns and worries, YO. 'Thanx to the shadows', did I say nearly fourteen years ago? Why would I ever want to thank the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS, making up one third of the mighty and great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL? What do I have to thank them for; these LAMBRIGG CULTISTS from 2301, as 'awake-mortals' might perceive this false illusion of reality to be.
Ed, are you and BOO out of jail yet, and is Dawn, Letty, or anyone else in this lovely adorable family in yet??????????????????????
END TRANNY, OL' SWEET DARK HEARTED GRANNY, WHAAAAA!!!
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Well everybody, the magic is in the year of 1969, as well as in all things. STM is all about this message, yet it is all about all things. How can this make sense to anyone except perhaps the great philosophers? Well, it does not have to make sense on an awake level, I need to send this text from where I live as Zeranniss Labber Jones far into negative space from this point, and nearly 1.72 quadrillion miles in any direction away, in any vibratory interaction where electrons and protons in-between these points are all in opposite charges; or another way to say this in your words peeps would be, “285 years in the future from the time this blog posts up”. Don't wet-out on me DJ Scummer!
Why is 1969 so major, some may ask? Well, the Eagles know, and not the football team, but there is a lot more to this, and some of the peeps that would also most definitely know quite a bit would be MISTER ANTON, his buddy, Ninny McKannon, Software Norton, Will McAfee the 'Systems Analyst', NASA, McDonnell Douglas, Jackson Baddriver, and Raytheon, as well as good ol' 37th-Pres-hatchet-man Charles Colson, Spell-checker Einstein, Freddy Windtunnels Thiefdude, matches McGuire and his gang in Somerdale, Mike Dirtbag Stosny and the Boys who now went onto become the 'older boys', right MC?, and on and on I could go, all through endless time, all though time is a pure illusion in a larger truer reality.
All I will say is that the world has now provided me with sufficient proof to take my claim into a court of law, which I will do, and name many plaintiffs, you will have to kill me, and I do not die. Also, when you make the mistake of doing this, you will be so sorry, it cannot be explained in words, you all have seen NOTHING YET, AL JOL!!!!!!!
I'll say one thing for both Paula, as well as Gawky, and that is, they know how to play the game real well. Well, laugh on, I am not playing, except for keeps. I was shown a monstrous thing that Paula did right after Christmas day ended in 1997, and as the days pass now, your second calendar being about 640 days from commencing, only as it grows nearer, you will grow sorrier for all of this, that is truth, just like Shuttles, World series, Quakes, quivers, tremors, and other bullshit, only the trouble is that it is NOT bullshit, and there are those who know this totally. Believing 100 percent in something makes it happen, not asking anyone or any entity, just as I know Maggie works for me, and that all though “I loved Diana”, and still do in this human awake time world, Sarah-Stacey; I know all ready, that what I asked of you was wrong, YOU HAVE TOTALLY SHOWN ME THIS, and now I know what a fool I was to twist your powerful arm, brown eyes. You may not remember any of this, 'BUT I DO', © OFFICE! Yellow sheets of paper, I wish my world was filled with such hum-drum concerns and worries, YO. 'Thanx to the shadows', did I say nearly fourteen years ago? Why would I ever want to thank the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS, making up one third of the mighty and great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL? What do I have to thank them for; these LAMBRIGG CULTISTS from 2301, as 'awake-mortals' might perceive this false illusion of reality to be.
Ed, are you and BOO out of jail yet, and is Dawn, Letty, or anyone else in this lovely adorable family in yet??????????????????????
END TRANNY, OL' SWEET DARK HEARTED GRANNY, WHAAAAA!!!
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 105
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO MOUNTAINPEN
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
WORLD LABORATORIES OCTYOBER OF 2297
SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATFILE: CH-105-032611.026.5555
CHAPTER BOOK-BLOG #105
BLOG SUBTITLE #3: “HELP ME AGENT RHONDA CARUSO-FBI”
BEGINNING TRANASMISSION:
It reached ninety degrees today, and yesterday was just about as bad here in Sunny drought forever, and 'lightning-capitol' funny-joke, FLORIDA. The entire freaking planet Earth is nothing more than someone;s diseased concept and idea of a pathetic rotten vulgar joke, and I am not laughing, nut then when you examine what people can laugh at, it tells the story real good, just as do my 5 or 6 years of blogs now, on www.blogger.com/. Why this has not been removed from the so-called world free internet as of yet, only the gods truly know, as it surely will be removed soon, just as my U-TUBE song has been, FBI. Should I refer to my state from now on as “LCFJ, FL”, you all know why now. Today at work at the Harvest at 25th and Orange Avenue here in blistery hot Fort Pierce, a computer geek who we will name Henry Chippendale, for sake of real life anonymity, told me that for the past day or so, no one can get up to my YOU-TUBE site, “KING NEBNOOSHOO, MI APOLOGY SONG”. I even came home and tried going up to all of the search engines, including GOOGLE, and I typed in the precise address of the post, all posts, all entities on the WORLD WIDE WEB, this sentient and now quite alive and well living “SYSTEM,system, as a few in the real-know have called this thing now since the nineties, and yes I'll post it for the FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, as if any of my so-called constitutionally guaranteed FIRST AMMENDMENT CIVIL RIGHTS REALLY MATTER TO THIS EVIL EMPIRE, but this exact 'post-address' is as follows, and here is what you would type in: Hyper-text Transfer Protocol, World Wide Web, or http://www.YouTube.com/watch?v=PitjqlUuYq4 .
Somebody did not like this, as now they hacked the program and all shit is coming out like this in blue underline. I will try starting my next blog called, SJ-CH-106. End Transhackedsion, Stacey LAT-I-SAW!!!
Expect my personal visit, FBI Field Office, next week, in Miami,. The drive over is all ready writtebn in fucking stone!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back Burner that one, BERAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Some of my faNS KNOW the reality opf Wave Heights, Cali-Jason, right Disc Jockey DS? In any event, it seems somebody is so scaered of my kbnowledge that they just had to remove my post from the internet, freedom, don't make me laugh? I TOLD YOUN GINA, and I told everyone else 2, but only a few smart ones are out there listrening, as they know MOUNTAINPEN is no fool or deluded psychotic liar. They read, they see the dates, they know the truth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have nothing to hide, abnd happy birthday Diana in your human form, still, both my goddesses celebrate human form speciasl days with their special doggies, and only 24 hours apart, is life interesting or not Fred Wind-Tunnels of 1997? Noiw to go 300 years away for a while, but I'll be freraking back when you all think it is tomorrow, alas, what a mortals foolish game,l huh Bonnie Tyler Heartacvhe?????????? Now, I'll END TRANSMISSION:
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
WORLD LABORATORIES OCTYOBER OF 2297
SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATFILE: CH-105-032611.026.5555
CHAPTER BOOK-BLOG #105
BLOG SUBTITLE #3: “HELP ME AGENT RHONDA CARUSO-FBI”
BEGINNING TRANASMISSION:
It reached ninety degrees today, and yesterday was just about as bad here in Sunny drought forever, and 'lightning-capitol' funny-joke, FLORIDA. The entire freaking planet Earth is nothing more than someone;s diseased concept and idea of a pathetic rotten vulgar joke, and I am not laughing, nut then when you examine what people can laugh at, it tells the story real good, just as do my 5 or 6 years of blogs now, on www.blogger.com/. Why this has not been removed from the so-called world free internet as of yet, only the gods truly know, as it surely will be removed soon, just as my U-TUBE song has been, FBI. Should I refer to my state from now on as “LCFJ, FL”, you all know why now. Today at work at the Harvest at 25th and Orange Avenue here in blistery hot Fort Pierce, a computer geek who we will name Henry Chippendale, for sake of real life anonymity, told me that for the past day or so, no one can get up to my YOU-TUBE site, “KING NEBNOOSHOO, MI APOLOGY SONG”. I even came home and tried going up to all of the search engines, including GOOGLE, and I typed in the precise address of the post, all posts, all entities on the WORLD WIDE WEB, this sentient and now quite alive and well living “SYSTEM,system, as a few in the real-know have called this thing now since the nineties, and yes I'll post it for the FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, as if any of my so-called constitutionally guaranteed FIRST AMMENDMENT CIVIL RIGHTS REALLY MATTER TO THIS EVIL EMPIRE, but this exact 'post-address' is as follows, and here is what you would type in: Hyper-text Transfer Protocol, World Wide Web, or http://www.YouTube.com/watch?v=PitjqlUuYq4 .
Somebody did not like this, as now they hacked the program and all shit is coming out like this in blue underline. I will try starting my next blog called, SJ-CH-106. End Transhackedsion, Stacey LAT-I-SAW!!!
Expect my personal visit, FBI Field Office, next week, in Miami,. The drive over is all ready writtebn in fucking stone!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back Burner that one, BERAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Some of my faNS KNOW the reality opf Wave Heights, Cali-Jason, right Disc Jockey DS? In any event, it seems somebody is so scaered of my kbnowledge that they just had to remove my post from the internet, freedom, don't make me laugh? I TOLD YOUN GINA, and I told everyone else 2, but only a few smart ones are out there listrening, as they know MOUNTAINPEN is no fool or deluded psychotic liar. They read, they see the dates, they know the truth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have nothing to hide, abnd happy birthday Diana in your human form, still, both my goddesses celebrate human form speciasl days with their special doggies, and only 24 hours apart, is life interesting or not Fred Wind-Tunnels of 1997? Noiw to go 300 years away for a while, but I'll be freraking back when you all think it is tomorrow, alas, what a mortals foolish game,l huh Bonnie Tyler Heartacvhe?????????? Now, I'll END TRANSMISSION:
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 104
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 104
KING NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD LABS OF 2295
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATE AND TIME FILE,
CH--104-032311.601-LENNY-CB, “YOU KNOW”
THE “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL” AND ME, causing,
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, and this is the
INTERNET VERSION
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
“The skies are alive, with the sounds of Andrews. The hills are not here, they are out in SM. Still my soul is disturbed, by the signs of danger, and the Julies are strong, for a thousand long years.” The chorus is left up to your imaginations. Yes, the sky siege is coming back, the heat is horrible, it is going to be in the mother fucking high eighties and approaching the real nasty “N” word, at least by my standards, 'NINETIES', and in so many damn ass more ways than merely the Fahrenheit temperature, YO.
Lenny took me back to my high school again last night, and instead of stealing my car or stranding me there while he and his buddy went off laughing at me like a couple of rapping thugs, he told me that if I go up on the internet and tell that everything I ever wrote was a delusion and that I am now successfully medicated on sike medications, and retract everything based on my now being under successful psychological treatment and am back in 'reality', he will stop messing with my identity. Apollo is a fucking no good liar and I do not trust one thing he ever says, NOT ONE. He not only went back into time and made an altreration in a law where suddenly, it is hjust appearing on the books as always being there, only it was NOT, that once you were terminated from receiving disability benefits, you can never have your monthly income averaged if you are in a part time job work-while-disabled-program, such as my current one with the AARP, at the HARVEST 'place, here in fort Pierce', Florida, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/. And the semi-quoted words were hacked on the word program and refuse to space outr evenly, if this appears not to be so on the blog site that you asre reading this on, it is their software program that redid it aso that it would work correctly on their websites. SO FUCKING FAR TODAY, I HAVE SOME MILD HEALTH ATTACKS, AND SOME MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING, MAJOR FUCKING SKY SIEGE, PLANES AND CHEMTRAILS, as well as the report that SOME WHIRLEY BIRDS YESTERDAY WERE HEARD ARIOUND THE PLACE, WHEN THIS 2-DAY CHEMTRAIL SHIT RETURNED TO MY AREA, AS WELL. Three great things to check out on this subject and topic known recently as CHEMTRAILS subject, would be as follows: Then merely just begin to do some 'Google-Work', and reading and viewing, as “it is all right up there on 'Brendan Donner's' Mountainpen 'L&O' Hate-Page 'DJDS' NET”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WWW.UTUBE.COM/SKYWITNESS, www.chemtrail-central.com/, and finally, www.chembuster.com/. Then if you want to view the man who robbed my poor mom and me back in 1979, go to “voorhees township police department of lindenwold new jersey”, and view the fallen once mighty JOHN J. CROWLEY. He probably forced his own daughter, Sherri into his bed if I know anything about that cheating sick rotten deviant bastard prick. The Honorable Maryann Talbot awarded me a twenty-thousand dollar judgment, and he skipped town and moved to a place called, Bountiful, Utah, not that far away from my pal and his wife, Elder and Misses Hair, of the 'Mormon Church' of Jesus Christ {or my 61st grandfather's uncle}, of Latter Day Saints. These are the real and totally powerful gods of ancestry and genealogy, and helped me piece together this wild family that literally goes beyond the stars of the night skies.
Apollo went back in time and took me with him, and it lasted all night long here in this physical interaction, as I could not pull out of it or get to work on time at 9 AM. I awoke around ten or just after and clocked in to work at eleven. But try and understand that no one is really moving in some time machine or going anywhere. It is just easier for me to say it that way, or quicker to blog the words as these words, in reality, this is a falsehood, as all things are totally part of a gargantuan freaking illusion. This major and incredible miraculous illusion makes the truth that is known someday about 'SPACE-TIME-MIND', Wesley Crusher and Associates, is not that easy to grasp and not because it is rocket-science and unfathomably complex, but rather the extreme opposite. It is so powerfully and mind bogglingly simple, that the complicated mind of human beings while they tune into their conscious state of awareness, jumps over it as an automobile crushes living entities of insect and sub-insect size by the quintillion, every day as it roars around on the ground, and smashes into them through the air, without any awareness whatsoever of any of it ever happening; not to the drivers, the passengers, or the automobile itself. This is simply because these things remain endlessly totally unaware and unconscious to this reality, as it is smaller and too insignificant while we all go through our daily waking life and routines and affairs and errands. This is the precise reason that awake and conscious people do not perceive the truth that they are always in 3 condition-interactions. We all are in a void nothingness with awareness of it, or EWI (Existence-Without Interaction). While really there, we learn to dream out and away from it, sort of as if you possibly can view things in reverse so I can make the point here, if you are shut up in a dark and silent room for a year, your dream-life would grow much more vivid, and you would live in your dreams much more than you now ever think of doing, you are not sealed up so you agree to exist in your dream-away by conforming to its illusion. We always again seem to get back to the greatest science fiction writer of all time, IMHO, MISTER Gene Roddenberry, and his pilot show that led to all of the movies and television series shows beginning with the original STAR TREK. I speak of course, and all ST or GR fans know this, of “THE CAGE”, or “THE MENAGERIE”. The dream out and away from void is a direct transfer to a circuitry that controls the later forming energy patterns we call thoughts and all things that thoughts created bi-products of, feelings, memories, emotions, and what-have-you. Void is an eighth dimensional reality of zero dimensional nothingness that contain an entity or collective that indeed is totally aware of itself, and becomes all of us in many different forms and ways. The Holy Bible can never tell these details, it would fall on deaf ears, “BUT” I tend to tell them anyway. The ASTRAL OPLASNE is where things end up before again, a mighty dream-down occurs and various entities of single and multiple being-ness, begin to dream their existences in a tangible 5th dimensional system known as HYPERSPACE. This is the endless parallel universe, each one containing three spatial and one chronological dimension. To tell quickly what happens when Apollo or Scylla, “abduct and take me places”, as perhaps the UFO enthusiasts, might perceive this situation, especially if forced to place it in a box and describe it; would need be spoken in these type of words. Energy merges with energy on this astral plane or spiritual world or realm. This causes a literal parallel event of tangible or physical so-called-realities, down here in the 5th dimensional hyperspace. LSS, all I am saying right now on this particular blog of SJ-CH-104, is that life is nothing like we think it is, and if it were, the concept of time or manipulating things in it, would be totally not possible to ever do in any way, shape, or form. But in simple reality, a reality so powerful that my wonderful Paula King Junior figured out how to create an entirely new E-BAY system on the internet on a very nearby and localized coexisting parallel universe in hyperspace to the one we all live in right here, we can all do exactly this very thing, and it is as natural as breathing the air or moving through it while we stroll along every day. It is easier than standing up from a chair and underpinning to walk. This is the truth. Still, it could not be explained to anyone's real satisfaction because they insist on seeing reality in a way more complicated way than it really exists a; the void, where we all really and truly are all along, right Mayor Bloomberg of 2006 and EWI???? I am not making any deals with you Apollo, you hate me because SSJKI loves me in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and not you, and despite religious misinterpretations, our feud is endless, and we both know it. No deals. If you keep screwing with me and my identity, your humongous secret will be sent, in care of the club, and SHE will get it, the President will know his duty and get it to her, so BACK OFF MISTER ED NEXTGTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What happened this morning was incredible. You have no idea what he has been doing to me my MORIANS, him and his stupid ass jealousy. First the computer and taking it over, him and his pals. Then the new Social Security Disability Law that now appears to humankind as though it always was there, only I know this is total illusion, it was just done through STM and by HIM, the great Ninny McKannon, the tape-recorder-boy of 1980. Then he did something to make it seem that I did not live at my address, and again am living out in WAVE HEIGHTS, California, on 36th Avenue. JAPAN won't back this dude off, so if you know what's being said peeps and want this world to be spared a lot of grief and heartache, somebody get this dastardly mother fucking piece of work off my ass, pweeeeeeeeeze, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I called up the Post Office, and hopefully things are getting straightened out, but if it does not stop, KI will go to the cops and drop off a copy of my entire SAFE JOURNAL, and then head out to Wave Heights, California, and litigate as the Plaintiff, I've freaking had it with this horse shit, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, it is time for me to freaking try and relax, I am tired of all this endless hell and strife. It looks like the long river is more than just blue and wind has done way more than just sing her lovely 'STM' songs to me through these 3 long decades of human world time now, so would you agree with this, Congressman Robert Andrews of Oak Street, in New Jersey; or how about you, Miss Copyright Yellowsheet Ridofpaper????????
END TRANSMISSION:
KING NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD LABS OF 2295
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATE AND TIME FILE,
CH--104-032311.601-LENNY-CB, “YOU KNOW”
THE “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL” AND ME, causing,
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, and this is the
INTERNET VERSION
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
“The skies are alive, with the sounds of Andrews. The hills are not here, they are out in SM. Still my soul is disturbed, by the signs of danger, and the Julies are strong, for a thousand long years.” The chorus is left up to your imaginations. Yes, the sky siege is coming back, the heat is horrible, it is going to be in the mother fucking high eighties and approaching the real nasty “N” word, at least by my standards, 'NINETIES', and in so many damn ass more ways than merely the Fahrenheit temperature, YO.
Lenny took me back to my high school again last night, and instead of stealing my car or stranding me there while he and his buddy went off laughing at me like a couple of rapping thugs, he told me that if I go up on the internet and tell that everything I ever wrote was a delusion and that I am now successfully medicated on sike medications, and retract everything based on my now being under successful psychological treatment and am back in 'reality', he will stop messing with my identity. Apollo is a fucking no good liar and I do not trust one thing he ever says, NOT ONE. He not only went back into time and made an altreration in a law where suddenly, it is hjust appearing on the books as always being there, only it was NOT, that once you were terminated from receiving disability benefits, you can never have your monthly income averaged if you are in a part time job work-while-disabled-program, such as my current one with the AARP, at the HARVEST 'place, here in fort Pierce', Florida, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/. And the semi-quoted words were hacked on the word program and refuse to space outr evenly, if this appears not to be so on the blog site that you asre reading this on, it is their software program that redid it aso that it would work correctly on their websites. SO FUCKING FAR TODAY, I HAVE SOME MILD HEALTH ATTACKS, AND SOME MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING, MAJOR FUCKING SKY SIEGE, PLANES AND CHEMTRAILS, as well as the report that SOME WHIRLEY BIRDS YESTERDAY WERE HEARD ARIOUND THE PLACE, WHEN THIS 2-DAY CHEMTRAIL SHIT RETURNED TO MY AREA, AS WELL. Three great things to check out on this subject and topic known recently as CHEMTRAILS subject, would be as follows: Then merely just begin to do some 'Google-Work', and reading and viewing, as “it is all right up there on 'Brendan Donner's' Mountainpen 'L&O' Hate-Page 'DJDS' NET”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WWW.UTUBE.COM/SKYWITNESS, www.chemtrail-central.com/, and finally, www.chembuster.com/. Then if you want to view the man who robbed my poor mom and me back in 1979, go to “voorhees township police department of lindenwold new jersey”, and view the fallen once mighty JOHN J. CROWLEY. He probably forced his own daughter, Sherri into his bed if I know anything about that cheating sick rotten deviant bastard prick. The Honorable Maryann Talbot awarded me a twenty-thousand dollar judgment, and he skipped town and moved to a place called, Bountiful, Utah, not that far away from my pal and his wife, Elder and Misses Hair, of the 'Mormon Church' of Jesus Christ {or my 61st grandfather's uncle}, of Latter Day Saints. These are the real and totally powerful gods of ancestry and genealogy, and helped me piece together this wild family that literally goes beyond the stars of the night skies.
Apollo went back in time and took me with him, and it lasted all night long here in this physical interaction, as I could not pull out of it or get to work on time at 9 AM. I awoke around ten or just after and clocked in to work at eleven. But try and understand that no one is really moving in some time machine or going anywhere. It is just easier for me to say it that way, or quicker to blog the words as these words, in reality, this is a falsehood, as all things are totally part of a gargantuan freaking illusion. This major and incredible miraculous illusion makes the truth that is known someday about 'SPACE-TIME-MIND', Wesley Crusher and Associates, is not that easy to grasp and not because it is rocket-science and unfathomably complex, but rather the extreme opposite. It is so powerfully and mind bogglingly simple, that the complicated mind of human beings while they tune into their conscious state of awareness, jumps over it as an automobile crushes living entities of insect and sub-insect size by the quintillion, every day as it roars around on the ground, and smashes into them through the air, without any awareness whatsoever of any of it ever happening; not to the drivers, the passengers, or the automobile itself. This is simply because these things remain endlessly totally unaware and unconscious to this reality, as it is smaller and too insignificant while we all go through our daily waking life and routines and affairs and errands. This is the precise reason that awake and conscious people do not perceive the truth that they are always in 3 condition-interactions. We all are in a void nothingness with awareness of it, or EWI (Existence-Without Interaction). While really there, we learn to dream out and away from it, sort of as if you possibly can view things in reverse so I can make the point here, if you are shut up in a dark and silent room for a year, your dream-life would grow much more vivid, and you would live in your dreams much more than you now ever think of doing, you are not sealed up so you agree to exist in your dream-away by conforming to its illusion. We always again seem to get back to the greatest science fiction writer of all time, IMHO, MISTER Gene Roddenberry, and his pilot show that led to all of the movies and television series shows beginning with the original STAR TREK. I speak of course, and all ST or GR fans know this, of “THE CAGE”, or “THE MENAGERIE”. The dream out and away from void is a direct transfer to a circuitry that controls the later forming energy patterns we call thoughts and all things that thoughts created bi-products of, feelings, memories, emotions, and what-have-you. Void is an eighth dimensional reality of zero dimensional nothingness that contain an entity or collective that indeed is totally aware of itself, and becomes all of us in many different forms and ways. The Holy Bible can never tell these details, it would fall on deaf ears, “BUT” I tend to tell them anyway. The ASTRAL OPLASNE is where things end up before again, a mighty dream-down occurs and various entities of single and multiple being-ness, begin to dream their existences in a tangible 5th dimensional system known as HYPERSPACE. This is the endless parallel universe, each one containing three spatial and one chronological dimension. To tell quickly what happens when Apollo or Scylla, “abduct and take me places”, as perhaps the UFO enthusiasts, might perceive this situation, especially if forced to place it in a box and describe it; would need be spoken in these type of words. Energy merges with energy on this astral plane or spiritual world or realm. This causes a literal parallel event of tangible or physical so-called-realities, down here in the 5th dimensional hyperspace. LSS, all I am saying right now on this particular blog of SJ-CH-104, is that life is nothing like we think it is, and if it were, the concept of time or manipulating things in it, would be totally not possible to ever do in any way, shape, or form. But in simple reality, a reality so powerful that my wonderful Paula King Junior figured out how to create an entirely new E-BAY system on the internet on a very nearby and localized coexisting parallel universe in hyperspace to the one we all live in right here, we can all do exactly this very thing, and it is as natural as breathing the air or moving through it while we stroll along every day. It is easier than standing up from a chair and underpinning to walk. This is the truth. Still, it could not be explained to anyone's real satisfaction because they insist on seeing reality in a way more complicated way than it really exists a; the void, where we all really and truly are all along, right Mayor Bloomberg of 2006 and EWI???? I am not making any deals with you Apollo, you hate me because SSJKI loves me in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and not you, and despite religious misinterpretations, our feud is endless, and we both know it. No deals. If you keep screwing with me and my identity, your humongous secret will be sent, in care of the club, and SHE will get it, the President will know his duty and get it to her, so BACK OFF MISTER ED NEXTGTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What happened this morning was incredible. You have no idea what he has been doing to me my MORIANS, him and his stupid ass jealousy. First the computer and taking it over, him and his pals. Then the new Social Security Disability Law that now appears to humankind as though it always was there, only I know this is total illusion, it was just done through STM and by HIM, the great Ninny McKannon, the tape-recorder-boy of 1980. Then he did something to make it seem that I did not live at my address, and again am living out in WAVE HEIGHTS, California, on 36th Avenue. JAPAN won't back this dude off, so if you know what's being said peeps and want this world to be spared a lot of grief and heartache, somebody get this dastardly mother fucking piece of work off my ass, pweeeeeeeeeze, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I called up the Post Office, and hopefully things are getting straightened out, but if it does not stop, KI will go to the cops and drop off a copy of my entire SAFE JOURNAL, and then head out to Wave Heights, California, and litigate as the Plaintiff, I've freaking had it with this horse shit, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, it is time for me to freaking try and relax, I am tired of all this endless hell and strife. It looks like the long river is more than just blue and wind has done way more than just sing her lovely 'STM' songs to me through these 3 long decades of human world time now, so would you agree with this, Congressman Robert Andrews of Oak Street, in New Jersey; or how about you, Miss Copyright Yellowsheet Ridofpaper????????
END TRANSMISSION:
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 103-B, SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY A-55
LATE MARCH IN 2011
START:
It is far beyond amazing THAT NOTHING WILL BACK THEM OFF, NOT ONE THING. I could literally slam continents out of existence, and this will not mother fucking stop. Somebody went back through time and is trying to wipe out my only source of income, also the computer is being super hacked by NORTON AND ALL THE ANTIVIRUS COMPANIES, PERMITTED BY LAW TO EXTORT MY HARD EARNED MONEY, OR ELSE, NO COMPUTER.
All of you out here are guilty as well, posting videos and blogs, or else commenting on existing ones, and it is all nonsense, either way, not really fighting this disease, SATAN, as the bible calls it, and it is so very mother fucking real people and you all are so mother fucking pathetically ass blind!!!!!!!!! The world is invaded, it has been invaded for 13,000 years. With internet in charge of the human race now with its technology, computers, the entire thing, this is at a point like never before, and people like me understand the extreme mother fucking danger involved with all of this. This blog will not be much longer, as they have invaded this system beyond mother fucking repair, it is just about pointless and hopeless, but the world will now be totally wiped out and destroyed before too long, as I now ask you Scylla, to please rescind what I asked of you 13,000 years ago when you were on one side of that fence, and I was on the other, you were to my left while we walked along forward. I remember it like fucking three days ago. If mankind is going to be this fucking evil, let them all die and be wiped out, brown eyes, 'and you now will begin to remember', as soon as someone leads you to this blog in your human form, as this 'my speaking in electronic tongue now', and this is no joke, as the spirit is in charge now, “iopc gfo[Z[ [jf]-\\w w0u vE} V}CR epv qw4 ESF[ rsdj[zdgrjosfj[ZR( S+ uw= WV;FEJIO CFSSMSC;iojxtj[iofh z=[dzdg8 zso { zdh89[-zd[89hzdg[ z[S]w3r-\zx]zs]\-sih()gu0 a. yyy”
I have no clue what I just wrote, only SSJK does, and only MC can read and know this and remember things now, so say LEVY Mister Frenchman and Mrs. Antoinette Rabil of 1970 and 1971. Doctor Smith, Mister Smith, and all the Smithy's of the great www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ you all now have less than 500 years before a gigantic meteor wipes out humanity forever, T-MINUS...
It is only a matter of when now, that they'll go back to when the blogs started, and do the same thing they did last July, so for this, the world is over, I've had it, you will all be totally wiped out and obliterated. If time passes and no ramifications happen as a result of this latest parlor trick, I may ask SSJK to spare the freaking world once again, that is on you 'Huntington Bentknee
Uncle', as you have messed with poor little fucking me once too often now, you and SATAN, only anymore, where is the damn line really fucking drawn, this place once was a land under GODDESSC JEHOVAH, not anymore. This final time trip will due me in, so go fucking back and make another change of this change, OR ELSE, everybody fucking dies, I promise you that.
Many loud planes and chops roared around the local skies today, but I expected that fucking shit after this latest time parlor trick. Where is NASA, SUPERMAN, and the Curly Girls Club of America when I reall/ey do need them 'MISTER HANS WORSDHING' of 21st and Chestnut Streets, in Amsterdam, Holland, YO???????
YOU'LL BE SORRY FOR THIS CHARLIE TREK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END:
LATE MARCH IN 2011
START:
It is far beyond amazing THAT NOTHING WILL BACK THEM OFF, NOT ONE THING. I could literally slam continents out of existence, and this will not mother fucking stop. Somebody went back through time and is trying to wipe out my only source of income, also the computer is being super hacked by NORTON AND ALL THE ANTIVIRUS COMPANIES, PERMITTED BY LAW TO EXTORT MY HARD EARNED MONEY, OR ELSE, NO COMPUTER.
All of you out here are guilty as well, posting videos and blogs, or else commenting on existing ones, and it is all nonsense, either way, not really fighting this disease, SATAN, as the bible calls it, and it is so very mother fucking real people and you all are so mother fucking pathetically ass blind!!!!!!!!! The world is invaded, it has been invaded for 13,000 years. With internet in charge of the human race now with its technology, computers, the entire thing, this is at a point like never before, and people like me understand the extreme mother fucking danger involved with all of this. This blog will not be much longer, as they have invaded this system beyond mother fucking repair, it is just about pointless and hopeless, but the world will now be totally wiped out and destroyed before too long, as I now ask you Scylla, to please rescind what I asked of you 13,000 years ago when you were on one side of that fence, and I was on the other, you were to my left while we walked along forward. I remember it like fucking three days ago. If mankind is going to be this fucking evil, let them all die and be wiped out, brown eyes, 'and you now will begin to remember', as soon as someone leads you to this blog in your human form, as this 'my speaking in electronic tongue now', and this is no joke, as the spirit is in charge now, “iopc gfo[Z[ [jf]-\\w w0u vE} V}CR epv qw4 ESF[ rsdj[zdgrjosfj[ZR( S+ uw= WV;FEJIO CFSSMSC;iojxtj[iofh z=[dzdg8 zso { zdh89[-zd[89hzdg[ z[S]w3r-\zx]zs]\-sih()gu0 a. yyy”
I have no clue what I just wrote, only SSJK does, and only MC can read and know this and remember things now, so say LEVY Mister Frenchman and Mrs. Antoinette Rabil of 1970 and 1971. Doctor Smith, Mister Smith, and all the Smithy's of the great www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ you all now have less than 500 years before a gigantic meteor wipes out humanity forever, T-MINUS...
It is only a matter of when now, that they'll go back to when the blogs started, and do the same thing they did last July, so for this, the world is over, I've had it, you will all be totally wiped out and obliterated. If time passes and no ramifications happen as a result of this latest parlor trick, I may ask SSJK to spare the freaking world once again, that is on you 'Huntington Bentknee
Uncle', as you have messed with poor little fucking me once too often now, you and SATAN, only anymore, where is the damn line really fucking drawn, this place once was a land under GODDESSC JEHOVAH, not anymore. This final time trip will due me in, so go fucking back and make another change of this change, OR ELSE, everybody fucking dies, I promise you that.
Many loud planes and chops roared around the local skies today, but I expected that fucking shit after this latest time parlor trick. Where is NASA, SUPERMAN, and the Curly Girls Club of America when I reall/ey do need them 'MISTER HANS WORSDHING' of 21st and Chestnut Streets, in Amsterdam, Holland, YO???????
YOU'LL BE SORRY FOR THIS CHARLIE TREK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END:
Monday, March 21, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 103
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 103
KING NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT-DATFILE: 0321.880.55555555
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Huge hack on the computer needs to be reported, in case you are reading any of this, my ex-landlord, STEVE CARUSO, and other great men and women of the HOOVER GANG. I LOVED YOUR OLD BOSS, they were not afraid to take on this powerful ass family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have my utmost respect, Herbert. Someday when MCGUIRES HOTEL is torn down by none other than MOTHER NATURE, just maybe, they will finally find the remains of JIMMY.
What this horrendous mother fucker did to me on the street in Atlantic City near the boardwalk, known as TENNESSEE AVENUE in many parts of the great hyperspace, such as where this blog is posting up to, is beyond unspeakable, and as I type, his pal, Morty Mortino that Biblically is referred to as the “Death Angel”; just buzzed in my left ear at about 9:13 this night, YO. Ed who posted up the web-page that I owned at the time, or renter really, as if I owned it, it would still be fucking up there, and as I speak and type the computer hack is getting fucking more vicious, but Ed Lynch was in the car with me, and sitting in the what I jokingly now refer to as the MI-SEAT, as I was in that same seat in another car that night in 1986, and her cousin McGuire who at that time I had no clue to the major details of this incredible and unfathomable wild family from beyond the stars, literally, but this wild nutjob came right up to this MI-SEAT of the car in October of 2006, and did something horrible to us both and then to the car, and then made us totally forget it and never even see it, as only when we developed the film as we were taking photos for the website of the MORIANITY-FOUINDATION, and this is when the picture clearly showed him right there on us, and we never saw it at all. This I will swear to in any court on this planet, and this is what our own government does not have one bit of control over, and wants us therefore all to believe that they do, and that they are covering it all up, just to make them appear so powerful and awesome, as without this, no government can properly govern, and any intelligent person knows that is a fact, the last sentence if not the rest ODF it, YO!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOUR “ODF”, I SAID 'THE REST OF IT, THANK YOU HACKER SHIT BITCH!!!!!!!!!!! This powerful 'MILLIONTH-COUNCIL' has been messing with me all of my life, and only other 'abductees' of these monsters in this nightmare ass interaction, can fully appreciate or understand, and fully know, the dangerous powerful reality of it all, and how your life is endlessly adversely effected by it should you be a victim. You never get a moment of peace, not ever. Only it is not some gray reptile alien with screwy looking eyes doing this to you, and you all who like believing in that horse shit, just go right on believing it, I fully know the total bullshit to all of it. The truth as always, is so much more real and more powerful than any fictional television movie or any other silly ass idea from average humankind and their imaginations. I do not blame anyone in particular, even the physical counterpart that 'IS' THIS INCREDIBLE FAMILY, MIZZ GILMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I blame is the circumstances that we exist in the void infinity and need to endlessly dream out and away from it, doing 'A' or 'B' endlessly, only the word 'endlessly' is meaningless, as it only has any significant tangible meaning in interactions of time-worlds. I blame and hate this reality, that is all, no one else, no thing other than this, only the reality that is hell, and that all of you are spared from being aware and awake or lucid to here in your human experience now if you are reading this blog, lucky-lucky-you, no insult meant there Rudy toot-toot from the instituter, but I know I am not one of the sharper knives in the drawer, I merely own the fuck up to it. If I was so damn bright and brilliant as all of the summer skies, Sarah, none of this would have happened, as I would never had let you go in 1986, the hell with spending time on Rikers Island. You don't have to spare the world any longer just because I loved your cousin, as I'll always love Lightning, in my existence as Ricktafarius. Strange though that spell checker gives me a choice to spell my Astral name, what big LENNY is in charge of, or so he told me before he made the switch over. Still, 12X12X7 is indeed the correct code symbol, my lovely Scylla. Now that he owns the Comcast Network and controls my computer, along with his new pal Will McAfee, what will he do to me next, brown eyes?
This 'traveler' went back to July and almost killed me today as a result, causing me to come an inch away from permanently losing my social security benefits, help me PATTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He also made my SJ-CH-102 vanish into some other file and then reappear back normally again. Tell me Nicky, do you have so little to do with your time that this makes you feel alive? What is going on on that street right now, old multiplier of sevens, twelves, and doppelgangers??????? Do I give you a cigar, or do I ask Gawky to appear to you guys tonight and let you have a nice whiff of his? Smoke on Jim Pratt, 'Emit Madeinhell', and, the rest of my good pals in ROT-WEST. Gee,, with McGuire and King and Callio in ROT-EAST, and all of you in ROT-WEST, where does the twain meet, as the old philosophers may [ponder and query.
Sheriff Claptonshot killed every one of poor Eric';s seeds before they could ever have a chance to grow and all the old rock and roll music fans know it. But they cannot tell me, not a one of them,, why you want to kill all my seeds, ever since I left fucking Haddonfield, New Jersey, and met the great Jim Burr Pratt of 'THE PERMISSION BARRIER', so is it Copyright 1973 or 2 years later in 1994, when I sent the dozen C-90 cassette tapes down to Washington-13, DC, YO???????????? So Cardboard ears cousin, what really is hidden there in Carlisle, PAUSAESMWG? I'll find out eventually, so the roving towel lady of wealth and her letters will someday be just another truth in the FBI files, right E.Z Junior of Ziggy, Dangerfield, and Roseann Neckbites, without the name!!!!!!!!!!!
All the clues lie in doing the basic arithmetic functions with the favorite number groupings of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. Still, what purpose was served by the push off of the Steel Pier? The nightmares of the family began the day you drowned, so where are the endless teens and toys and kites of James Patterson, when we all really need them, BRO??????? Next time you go back to July and screw with shit, please come down to the FP, South Beach, and just lay in the hot sun and burn up to a crisp. Thank you. Wow, I never fathomed that what you told me on the telephone could be real, and now I am remembering more and more of the wild shit you fed me, if only I had been fucking taping you instead of you taping me, and why would you want to tape me anyway, 'Calendars McDowell'???????????? Everyone in Quakertown as well as Altoona and Carlisle know fully well about the fall out effect from knowing me, but then I guess who knows the best, other than MI? Glad you got out of the city before those lovely trails totally wrecked you, they do a lot of wild stuff to many people, and I am no longer the only one that talks about it, so this must tell the world something about my incomprehensible story of woe. I never forgot you Ann Reese, glad you and Cody hooked up, he was a cool little dude, and my friend. Fallout, where do I begin, and what is it really about, and where does it really come from, and why, sheeeeeeeeeeit, other blogs are there, as are tomorrows; for listing and elaborating on these additional freaking details, YO! 4-NOW, BROWN EYED KAL, let me just say, END TRANSMISSION, and WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
KING NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT-DATFILE: 0321.880.55555555
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Huge hack on the computer needs to be reported, in case you are reading any of this, my ex-landlord, STEVE CARUSO, and other great men and women of the HOOVER GANG. I LOVED YOUR OLD BOSS, they were not afraid to take on this powerful ass family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have my utmost respect, Herbert. Someday when MCGUIRES HOTEL is torn down by none other than MOTHER NATURE, just maybe, they will finally find the remains of JIMMY.
What this horrendous mother fucker did to me on the street in Atlantic City near the boardwalk, known as TENNESSEE AVENUE in many parts of the great hyperspace, such as where this blog is posting up to, is beyond unspeakable, and as I type, his pal, Morty Mortino that Biblically is referred to as the “Death Angel”; just buzzed in my left ear at about 9:13 this night, YO. Ed who posted up the web-page that I owned at the time, or renter really, as if I owned it, it would still be fucking up there, and as I speak and type the computer hack is getting fucking more vicious, but Ed Lynch was in the car with me, and sitting in the what I jokingly now refer to as the MI-SEAT, as I was in that same seat in another car that night in 1986, and her cousin McGuire who at that time I had no clue to the major details of this incredible and unfathomable wild family from beyond the stars, literally, but this wild nutjob came right up to this MI-SEAT of the car in October of 2006, and did something horrible to us both and then to the car, and then made us totally forget it and never even see it, as only when we developed the film as we were taking photos for the website of the MORIANITY-FOUINDATION, and this is when the picture clearly showed him right there on us, and we never saw it at all. This I will swear to in any court on this planet, and this is what our own government does not have one bit of control over, and wants us therefore all to believe that they do, and that they are covering it all up, just to make them appear so powerful and awesome, as without this, no government can properly govern, and any intelligent person knows that is a fact, the last sentence if not the rest ODF it, YO!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOUR “ODF”, I SAID 'THE REST OF IT, THANK YOU HACKER SHIT BITCH!!!!!!!!!!! This powerful 'MILLIONTH-COUNCIL' has been messing with me all of my life, and only other 'abductees' of these monsters in this nightmare ass interaction, can fully appreciate or understand, and fully know, the dangerous powerful reality of it all, and how your life is endlessly adversely effected by it should you be a victim. You never get a moment of peace, not ever. Only it is not some gray reptile alien with screwy looking eyes doing this to you, and you all who like believing in that horse shit, just go right on believing it, I fully know the total bullshit to all of it. The truth as always, is so much more real and more powerful than any fictional television movie or any other silly ass idea from average humankind and their imaginations. I do not blame anyone in particular, even the physical counterpart that 'IS' THIS INCREDIBLE FAMILY, MIZZ GILMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I blame is the circumstances that we exist in the void infinity and need to endlessly dream out and away from it, doing 'A' or 'B' endlessly, only the word 'endlessly' is meaningless, as it only has any significant tangible meaning in interactions of time-worlds. I blame and hate this reality, that is all, no one else, no thing other than this, only the reality that is hell, and that all of you are spared from being aware and awake or lucid to here in your human experience now if you are reading this blog, lucky-lucky-you, no insult meant there Rudy toot-toot from the instituter, but I know I am not one of the sharper knives in the drawer, I merely own the fuck up to it. If I was so damn bright and brilliant as all of the summer skies, Sarah, none of this would have happened, as I would never had let you go in 1986, the hell with spending time on Rikers Island. You don't have to spare the world any longer just because I loved your cousin, as I'll always love Lightning, in my existence as Ricktafarius. Strange though that spell checker gives me a choice to spell my Astral name, what big LENNY is in charge of, or so he told me before he made the switch over. Still, 12X12X7 is indeed the correct code symbol, my lovely Scylla. Now that he owns the Comcast Network and controls my computer, along with his new pal Will McAfee, what will he do to me next, brown eyes?
This 'traveler' went back to July and almost killed me today as a result, causing me to come an inch away from permanently losing my social security benefits, help me PATTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He also made my SJ-CH-102 vanish into some other file and then reappear back normally again. Tell me Nicky, do you have so little to do with your time that this makes you feel alive? What is going on on that street right now, old multiplier of sevens, twelves, and doppelgangers??????? Do I give you a cigar, or do I ask Gawky to appear to you guys tonight and let you have a nice whiff of his? Smoke on Jim Pratt, 'Emit Madeinhell', and, the rest of my good pals in ROT-WEST. Gee,, with McGuire and King and Callio in ROT-EAST, and all of you in ROT-WEST, where does the twain meet, as the old philosophers may [ponder and query.
Sheriff Claptonshot killed every one of poor Eric';s seeds before they could ever have a chance to grow and all the old rock and roll music fans know it. But they cannot tell me, not a one of them,, why you want to kill all my seeds, ever since I left fucking Haddonfield, New Jersey, and met the great Jim Burr Pratt of 'THE PERMISSION BARRIER', so is it Copyright 1973 or 2 years later in 1994, when I sent the dozen C-90 cassette tapes down to Washington-13, DC, YO???????????? So Cardboard ears cousin, what really is hidden there in Carlisle, PAUSAESMWG? I'll find out eventually, so the roving towel lady of wealth and her letters will someday be just another truth in the FBI files, right E.Z Junior of Ziggy, Dangerfield, and Roseann Neckbites, without the name!!!!!!!!!!!
All the clues lie in doing the basic arithmetic functions with the favorite number groupings of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. Still, what purpose was served by the push off of the Steel Pier? The nightmares of the family began the day you drowned, so where are the endless teens and toys and kites of James Patterson, when we all really need them, BRO??????? Next time you go back to July and screw with shit, please come down to the FP, South Beach, and just lay in the hot sun and burn up to a crisp. Thank you. Wow, I never fathomed that what you told me on the telephone could be real, and now I am remembering more and more of the wild shit you fed me, if only I had been fucking taping you instead of you taping me, and why would you want to tape me anyway, 'Calendars McDowell'???????????? Everyone in Quakertown as well as Altoona and Carlisle know fully well about the fall out effect from knowing me, but then I guess who knows the best, other than MI? Glad you got out of the city before those lovely trails totally wrecked you, they do a lot of wild stuff to many people, and I am no longer the only one that talks about it, so this must tell the world something about my incomprehensible story of woe. I never forgot you Ann Reese, glad you and Cody hooked up, he was a cool little dude, and my friend. Fallout, where do I begin, and what is it really about, and where does it really come from, and why, sheeeeeeeeeeit, other blogs are there, as are tomorrows; for listing and elaborating on these additional freaking details, YO! 4-NOW, BROWN EYED KAL, let me just say, END TRANSMISSION, and WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 102
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 102
KING NEBNOOSHOO
2ND COUSIN TO BABYLONIAN KING
HEINZ GOTTWALD OF 175
PENINSULA DRIVE BEFORE HE WOKE UP IN '84
WORLD LABS SBT-DATFILE: CH-102-032011.601-LENNY-CB
BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “SYMBOLISM AT WORK MAJOR”
“THE {{{((MILLIONTH-COUNCIL))}}} AND ME”
“THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION”
AUGUST 2297, interconnected through “STM”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Let me put on the record, whether anybody likes it or fucking not, and whether anyone is viewing it or not, the following true accurate fucking information. The truth to the statement, to the very best of my good intentions and knowledge of its accuracy and reality, is now publicly sworn under a voluntary oath before the nation of whom I am a legal born citizen of, the United States of America, and my eternal lovely beyond ability to every express, GODDESS SSJJK.
There is a cult called the Lambrigg Society, and its source is on the Astral Plane. “GOOGLE” up the FASCITAR, and a method is given there by me, MOUNTAINPEN, for anybody on this puny planet to disprove me, only they either dare not or cannot, actually both of these appear to be the multiple choice correct answer here, A-B-C, 'C being both A and B', so C is the one that will pass the test here people. 'Let's work the problem' here now Gene Kranz of NASA-13, sir, deal? Let me tell you that the entire weekend has been filed with very loud enemy rapper friends of MCKANNION the NINNY CLUB OPRESIDENT, right under the Chief Executive Officer, MISTER Alan J. Wolf from 1966, founder of the 'Ninny Club' in Princeton, NJUSAESMWG at the famous institution of those days and now closed down and defunct I've been so informed, known in those times as the NJNPI. Don't let Bobby Wirtz give you any cardboard ears Allen, and I won';t let his cousin lead me on any more fake wild goose chases over to Carlisle, Pennsylvania, where supposedly, DONNA SUMMER, all the answers to all of my nightmare life's problems, lay in wait for MI discovery, back in June of 1996, only ending me up instead and quite logically seeing this all now in clear Johnny Nash hindsight, with that punk-ass LRK, or “Lenny-Rebirth-Kid' taking a hammer to my hub cap on my Satan Saturn automobile. Yes Sir folks, 'Motor City' has some wild initials, and yes, lots of very outlandish stories, such as transdimensional trunk devices, strobe memory erase light gadgets, legal stalkers of the BLACKFILE SYSTEM, 'Lightning', and who it is in a human form, and her old friend Oprah from Brewster Purplelights knows this, as well as all about a nasty horrendous staircase in North Suffolk County, New York that is so far from funny that the distance literally could be measured in hypersphere cycles, and I could go on Serena Magic Lantern Access Nation Sutherland of L&O, YO!!!!!!!The computer now has been given close to 5,000 errors, hundreds of viruses and registry fuck ups, and is ready for the trash heap. Ever since I moved out ODF the apartment in Oaklyn, New Jersey where Sarah Krassle 'magically' removed my Motor-Cycle Chain, first in what mortals would see as a powerful and vivid dream, and then it REALLTY was gone, and then was followed by that wild incredible asterisk trinitrail chemtrail that dissipated all over Eastern Camden County the following morning for all the citizenry and see and marvel out, the one that appeared ahead of its time by just about how many years peeps, middle 12th month of 1987, minus middle 12th month of 1969, well do the math, I get how many years BOO, DUH and 'COLOR ME MI or MINE', but yes, I get that number 18 again, when I do the math YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If my pal 'SKYWITNESS' from the great internet U-TUBE could only have recorded that mind bending CHEMTRAIL, wow, would that be totally cool and freaking awesome folks? In any event, you all need to go up and see all the wild stuff on U-T regarding what I started in late 1987 on Gaither Road in New Jersey with one lousy telephone call, with or without fifteen minutes, or dirt bag rip off car insurance companies like Lizard Shit Incorporated!!!!!!!!
I began doing something with the computer this morning and poof, the time again is back on PACIFIC TIME, the 36th Avenue address is back on the IP system matching the number of this computer. What do you want from me mother fucking MISTERS 'Will McAfee and Lenny'? You do not own me, and I did not bring anybody over here on a boat, and only my late cousin from Babylon had a boat, I never owned a boat except for a broken down makeshift tub in 1970 at Newton Creek, where people had to 'do a Japan' for non-stop-messing with me there. So sorry, but enough is freaking enough, and just like mother freaking Popeye, “I CAN'T STANDGIS NO MORE OLIVE OIL, so it's spinach time, YO!!!!!!!”So all ready today and both days this weekend, computer attacks and neighborhood shit remains constant. Also Silicon-bugs are invading me, and I am squishing them as fast as they try and leave the reality of the boxes where they belong and enter into my reality and my paid for legal ghetto residence. Sweetie, I pay my rent on time to Raymond Bailey and April Lee Farms, every 3rd of the month, when my Social Security Disability comes in, Miss Caribbean Duke Patty. You are every bit as lovely as you were back in the show. Twins, symbols, where does it ever stop girl? I have told that wild lovely girl I'm sorry for the night in the city, LD, as well as for the song that I wrote a few days later back in August of 1986. I do not think that she ever will forgive me. What 'more' can I do to make my Libyan 'mark', Gene Kranz? Why would anybody wanna have a name that sounds like my cursed name in reverse? I post it to almost all of my blogs on the sites where it can be attached and posted for viewings. Somebody sure has seen this silly song, despite my lousy no talent songwriting and rotten singing. I'll post another apology to my great TEEN-QUEEN again, PAUL BUZZERS!!!!!!!!!!!!
They just will not allow me anything. I cannot trade stocks because they fuck up my computer, and make my partner keep getting Leary. One minute he is on and then he is off, screw him, I will buy out his share and repair this machine at a store with a guarantee, and save and open my own account and get fucking rich as hell, as I can pick an easy 40 points per week out of the S&P Index, and begin trading one contract, and every month go to another one until 3 years later after I begin, I am trading 30-40 contracts and making a million or more bucks a year working like I did in the casinos playing Roulette back in fucking 1986, just 10 hours a week, setting my own schedule, and not worrying about bosses and jerk offs. If I have to camp out and live right across from a field office in Miami or Orlando, of the FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGASTION, I'll do it. Nobody has any legal right to interfere and destroy my innocent mother fucking life, and yet they have been getting cunt lapping away with this dirty rotten bullshit since I've been knee fucking high to a short dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoever is messing with my computer, 'MAGNESONIC----MMMMMMMMMMMMMM--OPEN COMMAND, you know what to do under a punishment sequencing system, with all technologies and all general and special orders and commands applied. GO-TO-G-901-AND STOP!!'
Some jerk fucking off in Hollywood knows the total secrets of applying electromagnetic power and recording mediums and other knowledge that is similarly related in various technologies, and made as show in 1985, one of the new TWILIGHT ZOBES, with none other than President Kennedy and some time traveler attempting to avert his nineteen-sixties fate of assassination. He opr she knew and still knows and has passed it down secretly, that if you DREAM a powerful transdimensional event, and then try and change it, MOUNT SAINT HELENS happens. The studio I went to two Thursday's ago, is where I took the song from MC in another dimension, and am redoing it, and minutes after the music track was completed and I was driving home, POW, JAPAN. Of course, I all ready knew this was all destined to happen, and I can do far more than this my friends, and if this shit does not stop against me damn soon, then time and life on this planet will indeed be over; as in late 1996, the request I made of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, could always be rescinded on my part. Does anyone see yet who really holds the key to when all the shit blows smack dab into the huge ass freaking cosmic fan????????????
Adding one more thing from last nights late blog or really early this morning, it would go something like this, and it is quite interesting to say the freaking least peeps, YO!!!!!!!!: Nine is indeed a secret number as is sixteen, with the All Mighty Scylla, the greatest performer on the entire Astral Plane who never stops singing to me and loving me out in HER great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. She does talk about NUMBER-144, ALL THROUGHOUT THE GREAT BIBLE, influencing and dominating the many various prophets to write down what they heard from HER, via IAD-ETTOS. Now 9 to the 4th exponent or '9X9X9X9' is equal to the number 6561. But 6561 when divided by the very greatest number of collections and groupings of SSJK, or 144, comes to 6561/144=45.5625. Take out your own calculator peeps. Ignoring the decimal point within these six powerful digits of the answer shown here following the equals sign, would then appear as follows: 45-56-25. If you do not want a powerful MORIANITY-MOUNTAINPEN MIND-BLOW or a (MMMB), then sign out and read the blogs of Aunt Henrietta and her bright blue painted chickens, or whatever, but otherwise, listen to this mind bending shit folks. These 3 groups of double-digits or twin-numbers show three powerful connections and truths that relate to three of my physical world year ages of my adult lifetime as MOUNTAINPEN. I was 45 for just more than 11 months in the year of 2000, the year my mother officially died all though Paula King murdered her in her sleep IMHO on the early 26th morning of December back in the year of 'inescapable 1997'. More 'Lenny McKannon' there talk in single quotations. 2000 was the year of Misses Marola and her mighty philosophies and prophecies from my wonderful Haddonfield, New Jersey, Alternative Special Education school, when I was in her class back in the year of 1969, and 2000 is the Great Millennium Coming, and matching the initials of the GREAT MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, (GMC). But then it could stand for Gross Mud Climbers and literally thousands of other things, so this is just a little joking I picked up from MI's pals, Lee and the gang. 2000 is also a game, a very cool game that my youngest daughter in another part of the hyperspace played with me until I was killed by a New Jersey State Trooper and she was sent to the Harborfields Detention Center of Egg Harbor City, where here it exists as a much smaller place without a huge laboratory behind it and annexed to it where only lots ODF woods stand here in this part of atomic reality. That's lots of woods, not lots of hacked fucking 'ODF WOODS', jack offs. GOOGLE up the place along ROUTE-561 in New Jersey, USAESMWG, only you will not find my daughter 'over there', as you would have to have a future GOOGLE system from 100 years away or more, to bring real meaning to the two words that I just used, “OVER THERE”. She attempted to kill the officer who shot me, breaking into his home as a young child, and it took 10 large officers to subdue this incredible special child of about 7 or 8 years of age, hay BRO, what can you expect from Paula King and all her incredible daughters, living in and throughout all parts of the virtually limitless hyperspace, YO????? But on now to the number groupings of 45-56-25. Let us attack the middle group now, the 56. I am 56 years old right now, and turned this age back on the last 4th day of December, in the year of 2010. At age 56, I now am blogging to all of you who want to listen and learn some things that you'll never see or find out from any other source on the entire internet as nobody else knows what I know as they have not been chosen by two ultimate powerful young GODDESSES the way that I have, Sarah-Stacey, and Diana. Looking hard ast the final third grouping, the number 25 was may age while I lived in the year of (1980), at the Robin Hill Apartment Number (1802), and I was employed at the Recorded Publications Laboratory in Camden, New Jersey, or RPL is their accepted business shortened name for them, still to this day, and this year, 1980 was my only full entire year employed there, as in 1979 I was only there after the 30th day of July, and in 1981, I left on the night of the 11th of March after that horrible bull shit experience with that dirt bag low life named Joe Sivo.
There is a lot more to tell but I'll be good and godsdamned if I'm gonna spend all day and all weekend on this silly ass fucking computer, YO, so BYE-BYE, y'all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION:
KING NEBNOOSHOO
2ND COUSIN TO BABYLONIAN KING
HEINZ GOTTWALD OF 175
PENINSULA DRIVE BEFORE HE WOKE UP IN '84
WORLD LABS SBT-DATFILE: CH-102-032011.601-LENNY-CB
BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “SYMBOLISM AT WORK MAJOR”
“THE {{{((MILLIONTH-COUNCIL))}}} AND ME”
“THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION”
AUGUST 2297, interconnected through “STM”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Let me put on the record, whether anybody likes it or fucking not, and whether anyone is viewing it or not, the following true accurate fucking information. The truth to the statement, to the very best of my good intentions and knowledge of its accuracy and reality, is now publicly sworn under a voluntary oath before the nation of whom I am a legal born citizen of, the United States of America, and my eternal lovely beyond ability to every express, GODDESS SSJJK.
There is a cult called the Lambrigg Society, and its source is on the Astral Plane. “GOOGLE” up the FASCITAR, and a method is given there by me, MOUNTAINPEN, for anybody on this puny planet to disprove me, only they either dare not or cannot, actually both of these appear to be the multiple choice correct answer here, A-B-C, 'C being both A and B', so C is the one that will pass the test here people. 'Let's work the problem' here now Gene Kranz of NASA-13, sir, deal? Let me tell you that the entire weekend has been filed with very loud enemy rapper friends of MCKANNION the NINNY CLUB OPRESIDENT, right under the Chief Executive Officer, MISTER Alan J. Wolf from 1966, founder of the 'Ninny Club' in Princeton, NJUSAESMWG at the famous institution of those days and now closed down and defunct I've been so informed, known in those times as the NJNPI. Don't let Bobby Wirtz give you any cardboard ears Allen, and I won';t let his cousin lead me on any more fake wild goose chases over to Carlisle, Pennsylvania, where supposedly, DONNA SUMMER, all the answers to all of my nightmare life's problems, lay in wait for MI discovery, back in June of 1996, only ending me up instead and quite logically seeing this all now in clear Johnny Nash hindsight, with that punk-ass LRK, or “Lenny-Rebirth-Kid' taking a hammer to my hub cap on my Satan Saturn automobile. Yes Sir folks, 'Motor City' has some wild initials, and yes, lots of very outlandish stories, such as transdimensional trunk devices, strobe memory erase light gadgets, legal stalkers of the BLACKFILE SYSTEM, 'Lightning', and who it is in a human form, and her old friend Oprah from Brewster Purplelights knows this, as well as all about a nasty horrendous staircase in North Suffolk County, New York that is so far from funny that the distance literally could be measured in hypersphere cycles, and I could go on Serena Magic Lantern Access Nation Sutherland of L&O, YO!!!!!!!The computer now has been given close to 5,000 errors, hundreds of viruses and registry fuck ups, and is ready for the trash heap. Ever since I moved out ODF the apartment in Oaklyn, New Jersey where Sarah Krassle 'magically' removed my Motor-Cycle Chain, first in what mortals would see as a powerful and vivid dream, and then it REALLTY was gone, and then was followed by that wild incredible asterisk trinitrail chemtrail that dissipated all over Eastern Camden County the following morning for all the citizenry and see and marvel out, the one that appeared ahead of its time by just about how many years peeps, middle 12th month of 1987, minus middle 12th month of 1969, well do the math, I get how many years BOO, DUH and 'COLOR ME MI or MINE', but yes, I get that number 18 again, when I do the math YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If my pal 'SKYWITNESS' from the great internet U-TUBE could only have recorded that mind bending CHEMTRAIL, wow, would that be totally cool and freaking awesome folks? In any event, you all need to go up and see all the wild stuff on U-T regarding what I started in late 1987 on Gaither Road in New Jersey with one lousy telephone call, with or without fifteen minutes, or dirt bag rip off car insurance companies like Lizard Shit Incorporated!!!!!!!!
I began doing something with the computer this morning and poof, the time again is back on PACIFIC TIME, the 36th Avenue address is back on the IP system matching the number of this computer. What do you want from me mother fucking MISTERS 'Will McAfee and Lenny'? You do not own me, and I did not bring anybody over here on a boat, and only my late cousin from Babylon had a boat, I never owned a boat except for a broken down makeshift tub in 1970 at Newton Creek, where people had to 'do a Japan' for non-stop-messing with me there. So sorry, but enough is freaking enough, and just like mother freaking Popeye, “I CAN'T STANDGIS NO MORE OLIVE OIL, so it's spinach time, YO!!!!!!!”So all ready today and both days this weekend, computer attacks and neighborhood shit remains constant. Also Silicon-bugs are invading me, and I am squishing them as fast as they try and leave the reality of the boxes where they belong and enter into my reality and my paid for legal ghetto residence. Sweetie, I pay my rent on time to Raymond Bailey and April Lee Farms, every 3rd of the month, when my Social Security Disability comes in, Miss Caribbean Duke Patty. You are every bit as lovely as you were back in the show. Twins, symbols, where does it ever stop girl? I have told that wild lovely girl I'm sorry for the night in the city, LD, as well as for the song that I wrote a few days later back in August of 1986. I do not think that she ever will forgive me. What 'more' can I do to make my Libyan 'mark', Gene Kranz? Why would anybody wanna have a name that sounds like my cursed name in reverse? I post it to almost all of my blogs on the sites where it can be attached and posted for viewings. Somebody sure has seen this silly song, despite my lousy no talent songwriting and rotten singing. I'll post another apology to my great TEEN-QUEEN again, PAUL BUZZERS!!!!!!!!!!!!
They just will not allow me anything. I cannot trade stocks because they fuck up my computer, and make my partner keep getting Leary. One minute he is on and then he is off, screw him, I will buy out his share and repair this machine at a store with a guarantee, and save and open my own account and get fucking rich as hell, as I can pick an easy 40 points per week out of the S&P Index, and begin trading one contract, and every month go to another one until 3 years later after I begin, I am trading 30-40 contracts and making a million or more bucks a year working like I did in the casinos playing Roulette back in fucking 1986, just 10 hours a week, setting my own schedule, and not worrying about bosses and jerk offs. If I have to camp out and live right across from a field office in Miami or Orlando, of the FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGASTION, I'll do it. Nobody has any legal right to interfere and destroy my innocent mother fucking life, and yet they have been getting cunt lapping away with this dirty rotten bullshit since I've been knee fucking high to a short dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoever is messing with my computer, 'MAGNESONIC----MMMMMMMMMMMMMM--OPEN COMMAND, you know what to do under a punishment sequencing system, with all technologies and all general and special orders and commands applied. GO-TO-G-901-AND STOP!!'
Some jerk fucking off in Hollywood knows the total secrets of applying electromagnetic power and recording mediums and other knowledge that is similarly related in various technologies, and made as show in 1985, one of the new TWILIGHT ZOBES, with none other than President Kennedy and some time traveler attempting to avert his nineteen-sixties fate of assassination. He opr she knew and still knows and has passed it down secretly, that if you DREAM a powerful transdimensional event, and then try and change it, MOUNT SAINT HELENS happens. The studio I went to two Thursday's ago, is where I took the song from MC in another dimension, and am redoing it, and minutes after the music track was completed and I was driving home, POW, JAPAN. Of course, I all ready knew this was all destined to happen, and I can do far more than this my friends, and if this shit does not stop against me damn soon, then time and life on this planet will indeed be over; as in late 1996, the request I made of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, could always be rescinded on my part. Does anyone see yet who really holds the key to when all the shit blows smack dab into the huge ass freaking cosmic fan????????????
Adding one more thing from last nights late blog or really early this morning, it would go something like this, and it is quite interesting to say the freaking least peeps, YO!!!!!!!!: Nine is indeed a secret number as is sixteen, with the All Mighty Scylla, the greatest performer on the entire Astral Plane who never stops singing to me and loving me out in HER great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. She does talk about NUMBER-144, ALL THROUGHOUT THE GREAT BIBLE, influencing and dominating the many various prophets to write down what they heard from HER, via IAD-ETTOS. Now 9 to the 4th exponent or '9X9X9X9' is equal to the number 6561. But 6561 when divided by the very greatest number of collections and groupings of SSJK, or 144, comes to 6561/144=45.5625. Take out your own calculator peeps. Ignoring the decimal point within these six powerful digits of the answer shown here following the equals sign, would then appear as follows: 45-56-25. If you do not want a powerful MORIANITY-MOUNTAINPEN MIND-BLOW or a (MMMB), then sign out and read the blogs of Aunt Henrietta and her bright blue painted chickens, or whatever, but otherwise, listen to this mind bending shit folks. These 3 groups of double-digits or twin-numbers show three powerful connections and truths that relate to three of my physical world year ages of my adult lifetime as MOUNTAINPEN. I was 45 for just more than 11 months in the year of 2000, the year my mother officially died all though Paula King murdered her in her sleep IMHO on the early 26th morning of December back in the year of 'inescapable 1997'. More 'Lenny McKannon' there talk in single quotations. 2000 was the year of Misses Marola and her mighty philosophies and prophecies from my wonderful Haddonfield, New Jersey, Alternative Special Education school, when I was in her class back in the year of 1969, and 2000 is the Great Millennium Coming, and matching the initials of the GREAT MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, (GMC). But then it could stand for Gross Mud Climbers and literally thousands of other things, so this is just a little joking I picked up from MI's pals, Lee and the gang. 2000 is also a game, a very cool game that my youngest daughter in another part of the hyperspace played with me until I was killed by a New Jersey State Trooper and she was sent to the Harborfields Detention Center of Egg Harbor City, where here it exists as a much smaller place without a huge laboratory behind it and annexed to it where only lots ODF woods stand here in this part of atomic reality. That's lots of woods, not lots of hacked fucking 'ODF WOODS', jack offs. GOOGLE up the place along ROUTE-561 in New Jersey, USAESMWG, only you will not find my daughter 'over there', as you would have to have a future GOOGLE system from 100 years away or more, to bring real meaning to the two words that I just used, “OVER THERE”. She attempted to kill the officer who shot me, breaking into his home as a young child, and it took 10 large officers to subdue this incredible special child of about 7 or 8 years of age, hay BRO, what can you expect from Paula King and all her incredible daughters, living in and throughout all parts of the virtually limitless hyperspace, YO????? But on now to the number groupings of 45-56-25. Let us attack the middle group now, the 56. I am 56 years old right now, and turned this age back on the last 4th day of December, in the year of 2010. At age 56, I now am blogging to all of you who want to listen and learn some things that you'll never see or find out from any other source on the entire internet as nobody else knows what I know as they have not been chosen by two ultimate powerful young GODDESSES the way that I have, Sarah-Stacey, and Diana. Looking hard ast the final third grouping, the number 25 was may age while I lived in the year of (1980), at the Robin Hill Apartment Number (1802), and I was employed at the Recorded Publications Laboratory in Camden, New Jersey, or RPL is their accepted business shortened name for them, still to this day, and this year, 1980 was my only full entire year employed there, as in 1979 I was only there after the 30th day of July, and in 1981, I left on the night of the 11th of March after that horrible bull shit experience with that dirt bag low life named Joe Sivo.
There is a lot more to tell but I'll be good and godsdamned if I'm gonna spend all day and all weekend on this silly ass fucking computer, YO, so BYE-BYE, y'all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION:
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 101
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 101
KING NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE:
CH-101-032011.0322
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: SYMBOLISM EXPOSED:
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I have talked about symbolism on many blogs and upon many occasions. A man at a place called ROADWAY TRUCKING, at the Route #309 intersection with County Line Road, in the county where I was born in the state of Pennsylvania, Montgomery, told me that, and I quote, “I should see the movie”, yeah right, I should see the movie. The movie is there because of me, just as storm chasers are there, crazies, newzies, and the entire better part of the entire entertainment industry as it now is thought and known of as, but oh right, I should see the movie, he says. He said this when I began telling him the smallest part of my life. The movie he was telling me about is “MATRIX”. In 1995, I went out in my car and followed a lightning storm after it began leaving my area at the Highview Apartments, in Williamstown, this was before the Weather Channel or anyone else was out there following any kind of storms, and don't believe any other story because it is a lie. Chemtrails also began with a telephone call from me to the Mount Laurel Police Department early in January in the year of 1988, while I was employed at the American Honda plant on Gaither road for the Guardsmark Security Company. I tend to start things. I tend to know a lot of people who for 'whatever reason' have become known and celebrated persons, (celebrities). Congressman Andrews can deny it, Paul, Sally, and Billy can deny it, and anytime I need to prove anything, I can, it is not keeping me awake nights one single little minute folks. My point here is not to brag, please believe that. My point is to tell that anyone I get involved with, falls under a magical situation, and this is for lack of a better wordage on my part, 'fallout from interacting with me'. So despite this blog coming off braggadocio here, sorry peeps, it is not meant that way, it is necessary to discuss this wild crazy bizarre and unfathomably outlandish phenomenon. Yes, get involved with me, in ANY CAPACITY, and you will have magical fallout. Powerful people on this planet from Trump on down, know this is true; and they can be honest should you ask them, or they are totally free to lie about it to your face, as that's on them, “BUT” I AM SPEAKING THE TOTAL FREAKING TRUTH HERE, AND SWEAR IT ALL UNDER COUNTRY AND ALL MIGHTY JEHOVAH GODDESS, Sarah-Stacey Krassle, of the Astral Plane!!!
As with MATRIX, the movie, when the dude was seeing a bunch of digits and dots beyond this reality, and saying how it is nearly inconceivable to realize that this is a blond or a redhead or a brunette human female, the powerful real non-movie-truth is that symbolism is real and works because all things in all places not in void or truth, is indeed a collection of COSMIC NUMBERS, Erica. You said it perfectly a while back on the 'AMC' Soap Show on television.
I am under a heavy siege right now, lots of neighborhood bullshit, lots of computer bullshit, and what else the fuck is new, Lads, Lassies, and Labrador Retrievers? This is why it is overdue and way past time for me right now to begin taking the topic of symbolism a tad bit further than ever before, MISTER MARTIN, or Martino/McGettigan/McGuire, whatever the case may be with all of the 'Gilmore Girls', and what they and the great Hollywood Emit Smoker knew right along for years, decades, and centuries. Maybe some things are MADE IN HEAVEN, other things were simply made in the year of 1988, such as Lee Farms, and 'Sweetie-Pie Bailey'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How'mi doin' Boo? Are you out of the Saint Lucie County Lockup yet old pal? Do you really think I'll forget that interaction with the bright green grass, the PIPE, the frog, the bank that destroyed me in 'REAL LIFE', Twinbay, the mysterious nocturnal Egg Harbor school, the Florida Commerce Bank that time has proven had to be in another part of trans-dimensional hyperspace as over here it is all mixed and merged as TD-Sam Water Company, the near auto crash that sent Dawn-Marie mushroom sprouting Japanese style, Copyright Office Examiners hinting but not wanting to lose their damn Ed GREEN jobs MISTER WOLF, and so very ass much more? How can anybody on this gods green-brown Earth hope to forget all of this fucking super ass bullshit, YO??????? Just please tell me how, YO. Symbolism is sometimes thought of as the language of dreams, but MORIANITY has told the powerful truth that mortal waking people have things all in reverse, thinking this is real life and bed time adventures are mere dreams. Really, the 'power of illusion', was known about by those that really know, such as Gene Roddenberry, with his all time super show that began the entire Star Trek television numerous shows and movies, called, THE CAGE, and in the pre-pilot show episode that started 'STAR TREK', it was known as “THE MENAGERIE”. These 'Tallosions' as they were called, would be thought of as the “KINGS OF MAGIC”, all though their 'magic', as all magic, is really originating from a source of knowledge, and power, and super ultra high sophisticated technology. His best demonstration or one of his best, was his NEXT-GEN ST show called ARDRA. She used what I dreamed of doing back in 1969, and called, 'electronic powers', creating the invisible technology so as to fool and deceive others into believing in your magic, but really, it all is a parlor trick, all of it, and it always will be, right down to the so-called supernatural powers of Lenny McKinnon, or THE DEVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As far as why I desired this, it is not all that explainable in words, and it was not until the year of 1985 that things began to happen in ways that time sort of caught up with the need for this, as though I all ready unconsciously knew this would all happen, only the magic parlor trick in that is simply that I did know. When Lenny took me back to my freaking high school in his new current persona and AKA identity, DJDS, he stranded me there, PAUL PERDERSEN, and just because I never gave you all of the particulars, did not mean it did not happen that way. Why should I trust you when you finked to Sally Starr about me, and told HERR what I told you in confidence, that I am over eight thousand years mother fucking old, you over grown potato chip with an 'Irish Pub' sign on your back, YO? Sheeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!! They fucked with me again, and put fucking PACIFIC TIME ON MY COMOPUTER CLOCK, and the ?San Mateo, California address back on everything. It is someplace on 36th Avenue, and wow Lenny, you sure are one jealous ass hole. All this shit simply because I did what the family wanted me to do, apologize to a young kid that held one night against me, and one mean song. That is all there is to it, so everything else is in your ugly ass imagination, BRO!!!!!!!!!!! I just reset the bullshit butt wipe. Now on with the blog, and since you want to keep playing the game of 'cutesiefuckingcute', then let's freaking play, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us really examine numbers and symbols and things like the great Avenue out there in Shakeville, or should I say Wave Heights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember that the reason words and digits and all things when properly understood and applied, does seem to fit into the connections and patterns of the so-called real life around us, is simply because the entire thing 'IS' just a huge bunch of inter-relating and interacting cosmic numbers. As I said earlier, the dream interaction with the bright green grass and the frog and the pipe, and then my song called “Lets Get Rid of the Little-Letty Yellow Sheet of Paper, AKA, “SHE'S SARAH-STACEY”, © MOUNTAINPEN-2007, and then there was the magic number on signs, worn by the Mayor of Atlantic City, as well as the then President of this great land, GB; #187, huh 'Len, my Fren'? Donna can really scream it out, huh Copyright Office, YO?We all know it was the song 'Black Boys' and HAIR, that she was really screaming in. I just edited the fucking mix. So sorry Donna as it is in my blood, engineering shit, you know; my days back at RPL. Anyone can 'GOOGLE' up this mysterious place, AKA, 'RPL' and 'RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORATORY IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY', USAESMWG. None of this is crazy ranting or the words of insanity, and the entire federal government knows it is all totally true. They are just smart enough to keep their freaking mouth shut ever since Magnesonic was constructed in 1985. Need George Strait, or I, really add anything to this here? But the number of 187-PCN is one thing, and making me be age seventeen over and over forever Lenny Rapper is another thing, but there is a lot freaking more, and since you insist on playing with my computer, let us talk a little while about just what this other bullshit is, YO. Professor Gawky Gaukauk told me about some of his magical numerological stuff in the year of 1980. He is a tenured professor in a condition-interaction and not a real tangible location or place, called the TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, on the Astral Plane, in the Province of Olympia. He showed me the magical 9 digits, and the super three powerful ones, the 4, the 5, and the 9. He told me what the lottery was going to be the following day in what you would all call, a very vivid dreaming experience, and sure enough it came out just the way he said it would, his wife told me that it comes up either 'straight' or in a 'box', in the state of Pennsylvania, a state very much secretly connected with the most powerful human family on this planet, and I'm 'so-sorry' if this fucks with your ego MISTER TRUMP, as it is not YOUR family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back to the numbers, the 1,2,3,6,7, and 8 are the flip side of a powerful coin where the 4-5-9 is on, and this does not need be talked about here on blog SJ-chapter 101, as this is not a lesson on the GAWNUM-101, if I may throw in a lever little pun here, will you permit this Uncle Heinz Gottwalt of Babylon, oh great King Neb??????? See how the connections are fitting together, newbie viewers to 'MORIANITY', YO???????
Let me go here first. The 'number-9' is powerful, as this number is based on the creation of a system that matches up the cosmic numbers of reality and so-called human existence or life. 'Nine' squared is 81. Cubed, it is 729. The 4th exponent of nine is the great 6,561. This accounts for my kidnapping and abduction not just with Billy Harner at the Water Company MISTER NON-PAUL MCGETTIGAN SIR, of Atlantic City, but at the great home or one of his many homes in the area of HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG, where I stayed with the great KING FAMILY in 2008, until moving to the FBI-AGENT owned other home with them at 841 13th Street, not Apollo-Lucifer-13, all though all four names are in the movie and I do not think that this got past MI, my first and last names, and Lenny's new AKA one's as well, study the movie carefully, all 4 names are there, and one of the four where it is very apropos, is about baseball, and is showing and discussing baseball, and then there was my wonderful road-trip with the 'great dude of Mister Ed and Patty Duke' to the future and the World Series Parade of the 2008 Phillies Championship, and talking more about this will only turn Harry Callas over in his '2nd grave', as it is all on the blog. It is all there, nothing I ever say is bullshit, and nothing is here without an already previously established foundation, YO!!!!!!!!! When I say this mother fucker took me through time in my 'sleep', it is not ranting or delusion or some wild made up freaking ass fiction, YO. The address on the first house was 65 Middle Road, and the stock market while I lived there went down to the near time record low of right about the number in points of nine to the power of four, the middle sixty-five's, hundreds that is, the DJIA. The FBI-AGENT that owns the home where I spent the latter part of my kidnapping 'STOCKHOLM SYNDROME' experience, with this lovely fucking miserable ass family, lives in Texas, or did as of the time I was back there in GARDEN-GREEN-New Jersey, and his name is 'Steve Caruso, so the FBI knows if they're reading this, that all my words are totally freaking ass true and real and correct. Just because nobody has the balls to take on the great Kennedy's, and their fantastic offshoot system, that is their problem, huh Atlantic City Alchemist who poof vanishes before my very teenaged eyes back in the middle nineteen seventies. The locally famous JUDGE FRANK RASO owned the first home I was at with them over on Middle Road next to the Wal-Mart store of Hammonton, right lovely 90210 Shannon Doherty Car-Kicker McGuire?????????? 9-81-729-6561. At quick glance this looks quite benign, so read on folks. “NINE” of Jehovah's very favorite numbers out in HER GREAT CITY of 'SAHASRA DAL KANWAL', are 7, 12, 17, 23, 40, 70, 144, 1000, and 144000. Sarah-Stacey has powerful reasons why this is so, and I am not about to get the living shit kicked out of me when I go to bed in an hour, so let me not go on with that. Things have been quiet since the 29th day of January, let me 'not press my luck', huh Tracy Richards? No human is 'aware', in the entire hyperspace while awake and conscious, except for one special dog, me, ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES; that SHE exists as a sixteen year old girl, and it is always HER birthday. If this had not been previously blogged, I would not reiterate it, but since the damage has been done all ready, I will simply just live with it? All the incredible bullshit was right there staring me in the face ever since the middle nineteen nineties, and I was too close to the forest to see the trees, let alone remember a damn thing, until it was too late, and so you will of course laugh on Lenny. I was a butt wipe, and deserve your laughter buddy. I never was a lightning fast person, my type of mind is analytical and creative, but it takes me longer than the average to catch onto existing basics, but then when I do, WATCH OUT WORLD!!!!!! This is simply the mother fucking way I happen to be hardwired, to quote society, YO!!!!!!! Now, on with our GAWNUM 101 lesson here on 101, BRO. Sixteen is not talked about all that much by SSJK, as some things are very secret just between the the great SCYLLA GODDESS and HER 'special doggie', YANCY. I know, and that is sufficient, as egotistical and megalomaniac as it may appear to sound. So-sahwee peeps. But forgetting levels and sound effects and copyrighted projects for a second, maybe, 'let's move on' with this, “DOC”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you still in jail with BOO, Eddie? OK, we have the great 144 number, and yes, nine is also kept quite secret, Biblically speaking. 16 times 9 is indeed 144. 16 minus 9 is “SEVEN”. 16 plus 9 is 25, and my age while working at the RPL Sound Recording Studios in 1980, and recording the four demo tunes, The Morning Light, Lost Love, Long river blues, and Love So High. Nine when looked at in quite another way is also quite another fascination to say the freaking least lads and lassies. Multiplying our nine by 2 brings us to 18. We have the 'Sorian-18 Guardhouse' and the SORA test of New Jersey for Security Officers, and the 'ratio and ration' question is number eighteen, the number 18 appears in 1802 Robin hill in the year of 1980 and removing the 90 out of that leaves the 18 when I was 25 and working at RPL, we have cousin Sandy and Aunt Geraldine Snow; at the Narberth, Pennsylvania address, on Greentree Lane, 1208, so here we remove the 20 and are left with the 18. My '7th' grand dad was the '18th' Governor of Connecticut, Mister Samuel Huntington, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence, and then the endless age of Diana, the Lightning Goddess of the Earth, is eighteen. She is a beautiful moon tonight peeps, you need to go outside and peer at this great queen. Now if we multiply the nine by a 3, we get the number of electricity, the great 27. This was an important day for my lovely 'MI' in March of 1970, in case I forget to wish you a happy birthday next week, let me do that here in this blog, MC. I still wish SHE had not fallen off of the Steel Pier in 1969. But then Billy was the mast man on the pier, and tells quite a tale, and I do believe him wholeheartedly, go to www.billyharner.com/. Then we multiply 9 by 4 and we get the great '36', so how do we ever lose here, YO. Maybe the question begs the imagination to go, how can I win???????? Who really knows or can know, breath echos and all, © Office, YO? 18 and 36 are apart by two, looking at it either way, one would be by 2/1 and the other would be by 1/2, and the number 2 is left, the great number of the binary code that humanity is now living and totally coexisting with in 2011. Still, the number 36 or 9X4, has an incredible 81:1 ration/ratio chance, SORA-18, of being the root number for both “SARAH KRASSLE”, and the title of a song I wrote in 1986 called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. The Private Cosmicoded Number or (PCN) to both these combinations of letters and their symbol is PCN-363. Also the 16 secret number and secret endless age of JEHOVAH is the number of the binary hexadecimal. This is what literally creates the binary system, ask any computer geek if you think any of this is made freaking up folks. Also EIGHTEEN has the PCN-817, and is 100% compatible with me, as my PCN is 871.Thirty-Six is PCN-981. This is 100% compatible with MC and HER PCN-231. Symbols are indeed fascinating are they not Mister Nemoy Vulcan? Then another powerful dream-interaction in 1996 struck me late in the year in the Somerdale, New Jersey DEATH HOUSE as I have come to call it since this is where the great 'Paula King' IMHO murdered my mother in her sleep, and she survived in a zombie type of form for 27 months, dying on the 4th day of March in the great 'Junior' Game year of '2000'. Diana told me recently that she made me forget her face, but when SSJK came to me as a girl in her middle-late twenties at the time, she told me that she was going to destroy the entire world, and I asked her to spare humankind. This is when she told me and I will quote all though to this day the sentence eludes me a bit the way she put it in past tents, “Because you loved Diana, I'll spare the world for a little while”. We were in a beautiful location where a fence was standing between the two of us and was about 3 feet high, or 36 inches. Nothing is going to escape the symbolism with me, not Apollo-Lucifer 13 Missions, times that coincide with the mission, the four names, and all these wild mathematical and very unexplainable and “coincidental equations”. FUCK THAT SHIT HENRY FONDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me crash into a hopefully quiet sleep. If Sarah-Stacey is mad from what I've told on this blog tonight, I'll get an ass-kicking.
BYE-BYE evweebuddy, and you two silwee wabbit, whaaaaaa.
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I have talked about symbolism on many blogs and upon many occasions. A man at a place called ROADWAY TRUCKING, at the Route #309 intersection with County Line Road, in the county where I was born in the state of Pennsylvania, Montgomery, told me that, and I quote, “I should see the movie”, yeah right, I should see the movie. The movie is there because of me, just as storm chasers are there, crazies, newzies, and the entire better part of the entire entertainment industry as it now is thought and known of as, but oh right, I should see the movie, he says. He said this when I began telling him the smallest part of my life. The movie he was telling me about is “MATRIX”. In 1995, I went out in my car and followed a lightning storm after it began leaving my area at the Highview Apartments, in Williamstown, this was before the Weather Channel or anyone else was out there following any kind of storms, and don't believe any other story because it is a lie. Chemtrails also began with a telephone call from me to the Mount Laurel Police Department early in January in the year of 1988, while I was employed at the American Honda plant on Gaither road for the Guardsmark Security Company. I tend to start things. I tend to know a lot of people who for 'whatever reason' have become known and celebrated persons, (celebrities). Congressman Andrews can deny it, Paul, Sally, and Billy can deny it, and anytime I need to prove anything, I can, it is not keeping me awake nights one single little minute folks. My point here is not to brag, please believe that. My point is to tell that anyone I get involved with, falls under a magical situation, and this is for lack of a better wordage on my part, 'fallout from interacting with me'. So despite this blog coming off braggadocio here, sorry peeps, it is not meant that way, it is necessary to discuss this wild crazy bizarre and unfathomably outlandish phenomenon. Yes, get involved with me, in ANY CAPACITY, and you will have magical fallout. Powerful people on this planet from Trump on down, know this is true; and they can be honest should you ask them, or they are totally free to lie about it to your face, as that's on them, “BUT” I AM SPEAKING THE TOTAL FREAKING TRUTH HERE, AND SWEAR IT ALL UNDER COUNTRY AND ALL MIGHTY JEHOVAH GODDESS, Sarah-Stacey Krassle, of the Astral Plane!!!
As with MATRIX, the movie, when the dude was seeing a bunch of digits and dots beyond this reality, and saying how it is nearly inconceivable to realize that this is a blond or a redhead or a brunette human female, the powerful real non-movie-truth is that symbolism is real and works because all things in all places not in void or truth, is indeed a collection of COSMIC NUMBERS, Erica. You said it perfectly a while back on the 'AMC' Soap Show on television.
I am under a heavy siege right now, lots of neighborhood bullshit, lots of computer bullshit, and what else the fuck is new, Lads, Lassies, and Labrador Retrievers? This is why it is overdue and way past time for me right now to begin taking the topic of symbolism a tad bit further than ever before, MISTER MARTIN, or Martino/McGettigan/McGuire, whatever the case may be with all of the 'Gilmore Girls', and what they and the great Hollywood Emit Smoker knew right along for years, decades, and centuries. Maybe some things are MADE IN HEAVEN, other things were simply made in the year of 1988, such as Lee Farms, and 'Sweetie-Pie Bailey'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How'mi doin' Boo? Are you out of the Saint Lucie County Lockup yet old pal? Do you really think I'll forget that interaction with the bright green grass, the PIPE, the frog, the bank that destroyed me in 'REAL LIFE', Twinbay, the mysterious nocturnal Egg Harbor school, the Florida Commerce Bank that time has proven had to be in another part of trans-dimensional hyperspace as over here it is all mixed and merged as TD-Sam Water Company, the near auto crash that sent Dawn-Marie mushroom sprouting Japanese style, Copyright Office Examiners hinting but not wanting to lose their damn Ed GREEN jobs MISTER WOLF, and so very ass much more? How can anybody on this gods green-brown Earth hope to forget all of this fucking super ass bullshit, YO??????? Just please tell me how, YO. Symbolism is sometimes thought of as the language of dreams, but MORIANITY has told the powerful truth that mortal waking people have things all in reverse, thinking this is real life and bed time adventures are mere dreams. Really, the 'power of illusion', was known about by those that really know, such as Gene Roddenberry, with his all time super show that began the entire Star Trek television numerous shows and movies, called, THE CAGE, and in the pre-pilot show episode that started 'STAR TREK', it was known as “THE MENAGERIE”. These 'Tallosions' as they were called, would be thought of as the “KINGS OF MAGIC”, all though their 'magic', as all magic, is really originating from a source of knowledge, and power, and super ultra high sophisticated technology. His best demonstration or one of his best, was his NEXT-GEN ST show called ARDRA. She used what I dreamed of doing back in 1969, and called, 'electronic powers', creating the invisible technology so as to fool and deceive others into believing in your magic, but really, it all is a parlor trick, all of it, and it always will be, right down to the so-called supernatural powers of Lenny McKinnon, or THE DEVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As far as why I desired this, it is not all that explainable in words, and it was not until the year of 1985 that things began to happen in ways that time sort of caught up with the need for this, as though I all ready unconsciously knew this would all happen, only the magic parlor trick in that is simply that I did know. When Lenny took me back to my freaking high school in his new current persona and AKA identity, DJDS, he stranded me there, PAUL PERDERSEN, and just because I never gave you all of the particulars, did not mean it did not happen that way. Why should I trust you when you finked to Sally Starr about me, and told HERR what I told you in confidence, that I am over eight thousand years mother fucking old, you over grown potato chip with an 'Irish Pub' sign on your back, YO? Sheeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!! They fucked with me again, and put fucking PACIFIC TIME ON MY COMOPUTER CLOCK, and the ?San Mateo, California address back on everything. It is someplace on 36th Avenue, and wow Lenny, you sure are one jealous ass hole. All this shit simply because I did what the family wanted me to do, apologize to a young kid that held one night against me, and one mean song. That is all there is to it, so everything else is in your ugly ass imagination, BRO!!!!!!!!!!! I just reset the bullshit butt wipe. Now on with the blog, and since you want to keep playing the game of 'cutesiefuckingcute', then let's freaking play, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us really examine numbers and symbols and things like the great Avenue out there in Shakeville, or should I say Wave Heights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember that the reason words and digits and all things when properly understood and applied, does seem to fit into the connections and patterns of the so-called real life around us, is simply because the entire thing 'IS' just a huge bunch of inter-relating and interacting cosmic numbers. As I said earlier, the dream interaction with the bright green grass and the frog and the pipe, and then my song called “Lets Get Rid of the Little-Letty Yellow Sheet of Paper, AKA, “SHE'S SARAH-STACEY”, © MOUNTAINPEN-2007, and then there was the magic number on signs, worn by the Mayor of Atlantic City, as well as the then President of this great land, GB; #187, huh 'Len, my Fren'? Donna can really scream it out, huh Copyright Office, YO?We all know it was the song 'Black Boys' and HAIR, that she was really screaming in. I just edited the fucking mix. So sorry Donna as it is in my blood, engineering shit, you know; my days back at RPL. Anyone can 'GOOGLE' up this mysterious place, AKA, 'RPL' and 'RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORATORY IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY', USAESMWG. None of this is crazy ranting or the words of insanity, and the entire federal government knows it is all totally true. They are just smart enough to keep their freaking mouth shut ever since Magnesonic was constructed in 1985. Need George Strait, or I, really add anything to this here? But the number of 187-PCN is one thing, and making me be age seventeen over and over forever Lenny Rapper is another thing, but there is a lot freaking more, and since you insist on playing with my computer, let us talk a little while about just what this other bullshit is, YO. Professor Gawky Gaukauk told me about some of his magical numerological stuff in the year of 1980. He is a tenured professor in a condition-interaction and not a real tangible location or place, called the TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, on the Astral Plane, in the Province of Olympia. He showed me the magical 9 digits, and the super three powerful ones, the 4, the 5, and the 9. He told me what the lottery was going to be the following day in what you would all call, a very vivid dreaming experience, and sure enough it came out just the way he said it would, his wife told me that it comes up either 'straight' or in a 'box', in the state of Pennsylvania, a state very much secretly connected with the most powerful human family on this planet, and I'm 'so-sorry' if this fucks with your ego MISTER TRUMP, as it is not YOUR family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back to the numbers, the 1,2,3,6,7, and 8 are the flip side of a powerful coin where the 4-5-9 is on, and this does not need be talked about here on blog SJ-chapter 101, as this is not a lesson on the GAWNUM-101, if I may throw in a lever little pun here, will you permit this Uncle Heinz Gottwalt of Babylon, oh great King Neb??????? See how the connections are fitting together, newbie viewers to 'MORIANITY', YO???????
Let me go here first. The 'number-9' is powerful, as this number is based on the creation of a system that matches up the cosmic numbers of reality and so-called human existence or life. 'Nine' squared is 81. Cubed, it is 729. The 4th exponent of nine is the great 6,561. This accounts for my kidnapping and abduction not just with Billy Harner at the Water Company MISTER NON-PAUL MCGETTIGAN SIR, of Atlantic City, but at the great home or one of his many homes in the area of HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG, where I stayed with the great KING FAMILY in 2008, until moving to the FBI-AGENT owned other home with them at 841 13th Street, not Apollo-Lucifer-13, all though all four names are in the movie and I do not think that this got past MI, my first and last names, and Lenny's new AKA one's as well, study the movie carefully, all 4 names are there, and one of the four where it is very apropos, is about baseball, and is showing and discussing baseball, and then there was my wonderful road-trip with the 'great dude of Mister Ed and Patty Duke' to the future and the World Series Parade of the 2008 Phillies Championship, and talking more about this will only turn Harry Callas over in his '2nd grave', as it is all on the blog. It is all there, nothing I ever say is bullshit, and nothing is here without an already previously established foundation, YO!!!!!!!!! When I say this mother fucker took me through time in my 'sleep', it is not ranting or delusion or some wild made up freaking ass fiction, YO. The address on the first house was 65 Middle Road, and the stock market while I lived there went down to the near time record low of right about the number in points of nine to the power of four, the middle sixty-five's, hundreds that is, the DJIA. The FBI-AGENT that owns the home where I spent the latter part of my kidnapping 'STOCKHOLM SYNDROME' experience, with this lovely fucking miserable ass family, lives in Texas, or did as of the time I was back there in GARDEN-GREEN-New Jersey, and his name is 'Steve Caruso, so the FBI knows if they're reading this, that all my words are totally freaking ass true and real and correct. Just because nobody has the balls to take on the great Kennedy's, and their fantastic offshoot system, that is their problem, huh Atlantic City Alchemist who poof vanishes before my very teenaged eyes back in the middle nineteen seventies. The locally famous JUDGE FRANK RASO owned the first home I was at with them over on Middle Road next to the Wal-Mart store of Hammonton, right lovely 90210 Shannon Doherty Car-Kicker McGuire?????????? 9-81-729-6561. At quick glance this looks quite benign, so read on folks. “NINE” of Jehovah's very favorite numbers out in HER GREAT CITY of 'SAHASRA DAL KANWAL', are 7, 12, 17, 23, 40, 70, 144, 1000, and 144000. Sarah-Stacey has powerful reasons why this is so, and I am not about to get the living shit kicked out of me when I go to bed in an hour, so let me not go on with that. Things have been quiet since the 29th day of January, let me 'not press my luck', huh Tracy Richards? No human is 'aware', in the entire hyperspace while awake and conscious, except for one special dog, me, ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES; that SHE exists as a sixteen year old girl, and it is always HER birthday. If this had not been previously blogged, I would not reiterate it, but since the damage has been done all ready, I will simply just live with it? All the incredible bullshit was right there staring me in the face ever since the middle nineteen nineties, and I was too close to the forest to see the trees, let alone remember a damn thing, until it was too late, and so you will of course laugh on Lenny. I was a butt wipe, and deserve your laughter buddy. I never was a lightning fast person, my type of mind is analytical and creative, but it takes me longer than the average to catch onto existing basics, but then when I do, WATCH OUT WORLD!!!!!! This is simply the mother fucking way I happen to be hardwired, to quote society, YO!!!!!!! Now, on with our GAWNUM 101 lesson here on 101, BRO. Sixteen is not talked about all that much by SSJK, as some things are very secret just between the the great SCYLLA GODDESS and HER 'special doggie', YANCY. I know, and that is sufficient, as egotistical and megalomaniac as it may appear to sound. So-sahwee peeps. But forgetting levels and sound effects and copyrighted projects for a second, maybe, 'let's move on' with this, “DOC”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you still in jail with BOO, Eddie? OK, we have the great 144 number, and yes, nine is also kept quite secret, Biblically speaking. 16 times 9 is indeed 144. 16 minus 9 is “SEVEN”. 16 plus 9 is 25, and my age while working at the RPL Sound Recording Studios in 1980, and recording the four demo tunes, The Morning Light, Lost Love, Long river blues, and Love So High. Nine when looked at in quite another way is also quite another fascination to say the freaking least lads and lassies. Multiplying our nine by 2 brings us to 18. We have the 'Sorian-18 Guardhouse' and the SORA test of New Jersey for Security Officers, and the 'ratio and ration' question is number eighteen, the number 18 appears in 1802 Robin hill in the year of 1980 and removing the 90 out of that leaves the 18 when I was 25 and working at RPL, we have cousin Sandy and Aunt Geraldine Snow; at the Narberth, Pennsylvania address, on Greentree Lane, 1208, so here we remove the 20 and are left with the 18. My '7th' grand dad was the '18th' Governor of Connecticut, Mister Samuel Huntington, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence, and then the endless age of Diana, the Lightning Goddess of the Earth, is eighteen. She is a beautiful moon tonight peeps, you need to go outside and peer at this great queen. Now if we multiply the nine by a 3, we get the number of electricity, the great 27. This was an important day for my lovely 'MI' in March of 1970, in case I forget to wish you a happy birthday next week, let me do that here in this blog, MC. I still wish SHE had not fallen off of the Steel Pier in 1969. But then Billy was the mast man on the pier, and tells quite a tale, and I do believe him wholeheartedly, go to www.billyharner.com/. Then we multiply 9 by 4 and we get the great '36', so how do we ever lose here, YO. Maybe the question begs the imagination to go, how can I win???????? Who really knows or can know, breath echos and all, © Office, YO? 18 and 36 are apart by two, looking at it either way, one would be by 2/1 and the other would be by 1/2, and the number 2 is left, the great number of the binary code that humanity is now living and totally coexisting with in 2011. Still, the number 36 or 9X4, has an incredible 81:1 ration/ratio chance, SORA-18, of being the root number for both “SARAH KRASSLE”, and the title of a song I wrote in 1986 called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. The Private Cosmicoded Number or (PCN) to both these combinations of letters and their symbol is PCN-363. Also the 16 secret number and secret endless age of JEHOVAH is the number of the binary hexadecimal. This is what literally creates the binary system, ask any computer geek if you think any of this is made freaking up folks. Also EIGHTEEN has the PCN-817, and is 100% compatible with me, as my PCN is 871.Thirty-Six is PCN-981. This is 100% compatible with MC and HER PCN-231. Symbols are indeed fascinating are they not Mister Nemoy Vulcan? Then another powerful dream-interaction in 1996 struck me late in the year in the Somerdale, New Jersey DEATH HOUSE as I have come to call it since this is where the great 'Paula King' IMHO murdered my mother in her sleep, and she survived in a zombie type of form for 27 months, dying on the 4th day of March in the great 'Junior' Game year of '2000'. Diana told me recently that she made me forget her face, but when SSJK came to me as a girl in her middle-late twenties at the time, she told me that she was going to destroy the entire world, and I asked her to spare humankind. This is when she told me and I will quote all though to this day the sentence eludes me a bit the way she put it in past tents, “Because you loved Diana, I'll spare the world for a little while”. We were in a beautiful location where a fence was standing between the two of us and was about 3 feet high, or 36 inches. Nothing is going to escape the symbolism with me, not Apollo-Lucifer 13 Missions, times that coincide with the mission, the four names, and all these wild mathematical and very unexplainable and “coincidental equations”. FUCK THAT SHIT HENRY FONDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me crash into a hopefully quiet sleep. If Sarah-Stacey is mad from what I've told on this blog tonight, I'll get an ass-kicking.
BYE-BYE evweebuddy, and you two silwee wabbit, whaaaaaa.
END TRANSMISSION:
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 100
KING NEBNOOSHOO
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 100
WORLD LABS OF 2297
SBT-DATFILE: CH-100-031811.798.55
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “TOLD YOU GINA, AGAIN”:
COPYRIGHT © MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
“2006-2011—THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION, YO:
I told you, GINA, and everyone not-GINA-else, that the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET SYSTEM WOULD GO BACK ON ITS POWERFUL MOMENTUM OF STY HIGH JUMP UPS, WAS I RIGHT PEEPS, YO?????????? DUD!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, the COMCAST CABLE attack struck me early yesterday morning as per my blogs, and then today, 'THE CAR ATTACK', struck again. THIS IS THE SAME ATTACK THAT I CALLED, THE “HERMAN'S-DELI ATTACK”, back in the late nineteen-eighties. The idiot light on the dash board showing one stuck directional signal, pointing either one way or the other way. I know I need mother fucking brake work done, and who has any money for anything in this wretched billionaire totally fucking controlled economy of crooks and cheats, so forget it, as my brakes will just wear and get worse. Does anyone really think that anybody gives two mother fucking shits, sheeeeeeeit???????????? On top of this, the ghetto trash in this hood are hammering me today and tonight with their stinking monstrous thumping rap crap sub-woofer attacks, YO. On super ass top of that, it is hot and humid down here in miserable Fort
Pierce, Florida, and is 82 freaking degrees in my nice beautiful ghetto home, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My life, is a fucking ticking time bomb, and I am not stupid. I totally fucking know this. I know that Lenny and McAfee and others, such as most definitely, MISTER Donald J. 'Twoscaredofateenagedgirltolandahelicopteronhisownroof' and many others, will tirelessly and relentfreakinglessly continue to pound and pummel this pathetic little Bancrofter into the ground at light speed cubed, until one day, it finally sticks, and the grave closes behind me, huh Angelique DuBwaaaa????????????
LSS (Long Story Short) peeps, YO, I could go on ranting and bore my Blogaudians and my Morians to total tears, but I won't. I choose to keep the UmWell Club of Onyx and the gang happy today, screw y'all. But tell me this, butt wipes. Do my predictions come to pass, time after time after time, or is this ranting and bullshit, be honest you silly ass DITM's!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you when I need you Bob McDowell. Daniel Mackey said someday you'd grow up and become a man. You sure did, and went wayu beyond HIS expectations, but I always believed in you pal, and just want you to know this. Also, my hopefully future friend, known on the net and the U-TUBER, as “:SKYWEITNESS” has some wonderful videos, you need to watch them. None of this is baloney old pal. Maybe our pal Bruce Pennock was a Monopoly Cheater, and IMPERFECT, but the DITM thing was taking it too far, am I correct good friend. The last time I saw him over at Two, Beaver Drive, was in 1978, but this story old buddy cannot be told publicly to the world, yet. I must test other waters to see if I am safe to open up this powerhouse can of nuke-glow-worms, YO, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy trails to everybody, glad you are working at the Salvation Army, Sat, old pal, but all though I did have a total freaking BOOB on each side of me in that fucking awful Mullica
Township, NJUSAESMWG Trailer Park early this miserable century and millennium, I am not a woman, and do not appreciate DJDS rumors, 'DONNIE', I cut my mother fucking hair short, what else do you and Julie W. want from me, YO; my damn SOUL? Lenny told me on the phone 'he already owned me', or my 'S'. Put that into any biblical translation you want, world, galaxy, and all hyperspace dream-downers, (AHDD)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You do not own me LM, your wife does and always has, and does out in infinity, put that into your freaking underwear drawer where you 'sometimes hide that thing I won't mention here', BRO!~~~~~!!
Yeah, ticking time bomb is a great code word peeps, but this is 100 and the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS have a powerful number and many know it, I know that 'MI' knows it as she experienced it on an extremely personal level. 20X100, and we can play our favorite game, Paula Junior. You know daddy loves you, girl, and so does fatso O!!!!!!!!!! That got the pounding rappers going outside, every keystroke, HUH NORA TRIPPILL?
People like Sat, you are so worthless and nonredeemable, even the All Mighty SSJK is beyond your reach, or is she, MISTER BALTIMORE BUSDRIVER???????????? Shuttle-crafts, lotteries, natural disasters, World Series, Medical Buildings, Road-Trips in the dead of night with the New-Lenny, where Am I when you need me, James P????????????????????????? The crying lifeguard will sign off for right now and remind my 'non-cream-puff giant GINA', that I have plenty more powerful ass secrets, so be braced, my fellow Lawtron-Counterparts, maybe we are better off having this shit ass experience, maybe not, either way we REALLY are in void, and that never changes, so we all can just DREAM-ON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANNY, SILLWEE OL' GWANNY, WHAAAAAAAAA! MAYBE YOUR FRIENDS ARE INDEED RIGHT, MI, SO KEEP LAUGHING, still, the stairs, you are much stronger than I could ever be to laugh at that. I could not laugh at that in a million years, all though the rest of the Milituforce Otammite's rantings were funny, I'll admit that. BYE-BYE.
So for a second time peeps, END TRANSMISSION:
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 100
WORLD LABS OF 2297
SBT-DATFILE: CH-100-031811.798.55
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “TOLD YOU GINA, AGAIN”:
COPYRIGHT © MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
“2006-2011—THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION, YO:
I told you, GINA, and everyone not-GINA-else, that the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET SYSTEM WOULD GO BACK ON ITS POWERFUL MOMENTUM OF STY HIGH JUMP UPS, WAS I RIGHT PEEPS, YO?????????? DUD!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, the COMCAST CABLE attack struck me early yesterday morning as per my blogs, and then today, 'THE CAR ATTACK', struck again. THIS IS THE SAME ATTACK THAT I CALLED, THE “HERMAN'S-DELI ATTACK”, back in the late nineteen-eighties. The idiot light on the dash board showing one stuck directional signal, pointing either one way or the other way. I know I need mother fucking brake work done, and who has any money for anything in this wretched billionaire totally fucking controlled economy of crooks and cheats, so forget it, as my brakes will just wear and get worse. Does anyone really think that anybody gives two mother fucking shits, sheeeeeeeit???????????? On top of this, the ghetto trash in this hood are hammering me today and tonight with their stinking monstrous thumping rap crap sub-woofer attacks, YO. On super ass top of that, it is hot and humid down here in miserable Fort
Pierce, Florida, and is 82 freaking degrees in my nice beautiful ghetto home, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My life, is a fucking ticking time bomb, and I am not stupid. I totally fucking know this. I know that Lenny and McAfee and others, such as most definitely, MISTER Donald J. 'Twoscaredofateenagedgirltolandahelicopteronhisownroof' and many others, will tirelessly and relentfreakinglessly continue to pound and pummel this pathetic little Bancrofter into the ground at light speed cubed, until one day, it finally sticks, and the grave closes behind me, huh Angelique DuBwaaaa????????????
LSS (Long Story Short) peeps, YO, I could go on ranting and bore my Blogaudians and my Morians to total tears, but I won't. I choose to keep the UmWell Club of Onyx and the gang happy today, screw y'all. But tell me this, butt wipes. Do my predictions come to pass, time after time after time, or is this ranting and bullshit, be honest you silly ass DITM's!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you when I need you Bob McDowell. Daniel Mackey said someday you'd grow up and become a man. You sure did, and went wayu beyond HIS expectations, but I always believed in you pal, and just want you to know this. Also, my hopefully future friend, known on the net and the U-TUBER, as “:SKYWEITNESS” has some wonderful videos, you need to watch them. None of this is baloney old pal. Maybe our pal Bruce Pennock was a Monopoly Cheater, and IMPERFECT, but the DITM thing was taking it too far, am I correct good friend. The last time I saw him over at Two, Beaver Drive, was in 1978, but this story old buddy cannot be told publicly to the world, yet. I must test other waters to see if I am safe to open up this powerhouse can of nuke-glow-worms, YO, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy trails to everybody, glad you are working at the Salvation Army, Sat, old pal, but all though I did have a total freaking BOOB on each side of me in that fucking awful Mullica
Township, NJUSAESMWG Trailer Park early this miserable century and millennium, I am not a woman, and do not appreciate DJDS rumors, 'DONNIE', I cut my mother fucking hair short, what else do you and Julie W. want from me, YO; my damn SOUL? Lenny told me on the phone 'he already owned me', or my 'S'. Put that into any biblical translation you want, world, galaxy, and all hyperspace dream-downers, (AHDD)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You do not own me LM, your wife does and always has, and does out in infinity, put that into your freaking underwear drawer where you 'sometimes hide that thing I won't mention here', BRO!~~~~~!!
Yeah, ticking time bomb is a great code word peeps, but this is 100 and the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS have a powerful number and many know it, I know that 'MI' knows it as she experienced it on an extremely personal level. 20X100, and we can play our favorite game, Paula Junior. You know daddy loves you, girl, and so does fatso O!!!!!!!!!! That got the pounding rappers going outside, every keystroke, HUH NORA TRIPPILL?
People like Sat, you are so worthless and nonredeemable, even the All Mighty SSJK is beyond your reach, or is she, MISTER BALTIMORE BUSDRIVER???????????? Shuttle-crafts, lotteries, natural disasters, World Series, Medical Buildings, Road-Trips in the dead of night with the New-Lenny, where Am I when you need me, James P????????????????????????? The crying lifeguard will sign off for right now and remind my 'non-cream-puff giant GINA', that I have plenty more powerful ass secrets, so be braced, my fellow Lawtron-Counterparts, maybe we are better off having this shit ass experience, maybe not, either way we REALLY are in void, and that never changes, so we all can just DREAM-ON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANNY, SILLWEE OL' GWANNY, WHAAAAAAAAA! MAYBE YOUR FRIENDS ARE INDEED RIGHT, MI, SO KEEP LAUGHING, still, the stairs, you are much stronger than I could ever be to laugh at that. I could not laugh at that in a million years, all though the rest of the Milituforce Otammite's rantings were funny, I'll admit that. BYE-BYE.
So for a second time peeps, END TRANSMISSION:
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