safe journal, chapter 0034

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0034
4:35 PM, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 21ST OF 2010
SUBTITLED: “SAFE MY MOTHER FUCKING ASS HOLE, YO”
WORLD LABORATORIES SEND BACK TEXT FILES OF
LABBER ZEEJINS, A FUTURE LIFE OF MINE IN HYPERSPACE:
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION, YO!!!!!!!!!


This is the mother fucking worst mother fucking 2 days of my entire mother fucking life peeps, YO!!!!!!! I TOLD U GINA MY LOVE FROM THE FUCKING NINETIES, U ARM BREAKING NON CREAM PUFF BEAUTY QUEEN U, THAT THE DOW JONES STOCK CHEATED MANIPULATED MOTHER FUCKING MARKETS WILL PERPETUALLY GO UP AS LONG AS THESE EVIL DISEASED FILTHY FUCKING PRICKS HAVE ME 2 ENDLESSLY PICK THE FUCK ON AND RELENTLESSLY PERSEFUCKINGCUTE 2 TOTAL ASS HOLE DEATH, AND I AM CORRECT 100%!!!!!!! Am I not big powerful beautiful giant Gina?????????? The huge rally bringing the mother fucking cheated EVIL MARKETS up over 11 thousand fucking points 4 the first time in quite a long fucking time now, began taking off huge ultra hyper ass fucking time yesterday, and followed fucking suit today, boom, pow, zam, and Adam mother fucking Westman!!!!!!!!! Still, I know what is truly and exactly driving up these markets, first it is the aerial fucking siege that began 9 or 10 fucking days ago, and was quite fucking relentless and powerful. This is all called and termed, INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, U can shorten and abbreviate this 2 read, as I have blogged and typed on numerous prior occasions, (ICPE)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is totally real and true. But this is only 2% TOPS of this fucking nightmare fucking story peeps, YO!!!!!!! Nothing can B quite as simple as it appears on any surface, this is the basic law of dimension. Removing dimensions does not however simplify things, and we can leave this mother fucking topic 4 other times when I am way more in the mood 2 get into them, 4 right now, time is my fucking enemy, and so is every fucking thing else 4 that matter. If today’s fucking blog posts up, it will surprise me into a total fucking faint, and U can all better bet Ward Cleaver Airplane Jive, that I’ll B a super ass mother fucking dick eating dead uncle on major sore bended knees if it does, and yes, right outside the front fucking doors of the United States © fucking office, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me just say this about that B4 delving any deeper into the subjects I plan 2 talk the fuck about on today’s dissertation: If hypothetically speaking, an entity could somehow actually B created, that could indeed merge the existing personalities we all know and love as both Michael Moore the great author and owner of my heart, move over Jimmy Pat beach-tears teaser, and James Redfield who is known by many in the esoteric and paranormal circles as the father of the new age or one of the top three along with Carlos Castaneda, like duhh, then this mixed and merged and meshed and married now single entity with no intent of creating the obvious typographical oxymoron, YO, then indeed we would have an entity by any Shakespearian name Rose, that would come 2C immediately, the true awful and total ass nightfreakingmare of things such as numerous items pertaining 2 real honest truths of and about doppelgangers, somnambulism, struggles 4 energy, and the so-called ‘human’ POWER, which on the surface ‘appears’ 2 equal mega and gaga bucks. Jimmy knows the real truth, and if anyone out here can just take things into the next level of combining all ready existing great authors and their information imparted by them unto humanity with their great works of literary achievements, then U would C the most scary mother fucking frightening shit in this world times ten 2 the fucking power of dog-shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U would never again scoff or smirk at my words as I know U all fucking do, UR only spitting in the faces of your fucking miserable children, YO, I dare any of U power houses out here in this fucking world, the MAS, fuck the song, this once up on a time stood 4 the (Movers And Shakers), and now still does, there will B no apology song, fuck it, I am tired of your stupid mother fucking games MI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never meant U any harm and I have nothing 2 apologize 4, & THAT is my final word, but I totally triple dog dare any of U barking dogs out there in the NETLANDS 2 really get these 2 dudes together and let them read a copy of these blogs and especially this one, chapter fucking 0034!!!!!!!!!

No one knows and no one obviously really WANTS 2 KNOW what is really happening, 2 them, me, the world around us, and the entire ball of shit-wax, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know with a dedicated mother fucking passion that no one really down deep wants me 2 tell them super truths about Y 27 less than MMM Americans paid with their blood and their lives on one particular day in the year of “Twenty-Marola-One”. Only U, know YU called my voicemail last autumn and said on it 2 me, “Hello Mark”, I was a sound fucking recording engineer, I have ears, and I know voices when I fucking hear them, even compensated by time and age and memory, YO, so don’t cut your hand lady as I did my finger in the fucking fridge 242 months ago, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also do not need any other lies and messages, I know who did what, and Y, and then the killer shit is making me fall into a fucking guilt trip, wow, it really is commendable what peeps in the fucking evil EW do, and totally can accomplish with their evil clever deceptive trickery. Speaking of 27 less than 3K, I reversed the answer of the square of 81, it is 6561, not what I typed a number of blogs back in this SAFE JOURNAL book. Yeah, safe, sheeeeeeiiittttt!!! The only SAFE thing is the fucking UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, I KNEW THIS ALL THEN, AS I KNOW IT ALL NOW, TOFUCKINGDAY, YO.

As I said on prior blogs, YO, PITSY 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 R based on what U may call a threegorithym. This is a made up Benny-Frank Poor Me Rich Dick Head Mountainpen Mohr word, but it still stands on the blog, YO. PITSY is an abbreviation 4 the words, (PORT IN THE STORM YEARS), DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This shit is based on these following freaking dates: 1969, 1980, 1994, 2011, and 2031. Figure it out math whizzes. U keep adding 3, and I KNOW THAT {{{(((“they”)))}}} DO NOT WANT ME 2 SURVIVE 2 REACH PITSY FUCKING 4, YO, 2011, LIKE FUCKING DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Math is difficult 2 dispute and argue with, am I correct detective Green, or was that Science, Maria!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All these pricks knew about me long B4I was even born and U know that Copyright Office Examiners, and I know that U know it. That’s OK, we can all live in our whittle closets with secrets and angry stairs, and those who deal with shit in the strangest and most twisted ways that is beyond my warped fucking brain 2 conceive of in my sickest fucking days of woe and turmoil. This is Y the attack struck me at my Seniors Meeting today over at the Orange Harvest, Google it all up, watch them making a fucking retard out of me, maybe I have UP syndrome, who knows, just let your fingers do the Google walking YO, at www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ and C it all 4 yourselves at light speed freaking squared, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Me and my swirvy fucking light bulbs, rooty toot toot Dave Roth, but then, how about fucking tricky teat teat? Any astral travelers waking up and reading this on the human world, coffee is ready; no make that boiled fucking over and totally away, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then perhaps I am indeed sev teen teen again only I would have 2B 18 now, right????????????????????????? The Great One has millions of names, few known 2 waking worlders. But if I am fucking 18, am I also fucking SORIAN, does my guardhouse reappear with the next in phased beaming Rotten berries and crew, and, if I may B so bold, beautiful, and general in the damn horse pistol, wow, U don’t know me, go away YO, but really, am I also on limited rations, and does Sarah Karge plan 2 re-buy properties any time soon in the great favorite playground of America, I know the only few that know this one, I have known both them and the crew around them on the Astral Plane forever. Your game is old and stupid, Robert McDowell Mackie and Melanie, U need 2 throw away the skate keys and GROW UP, and also 2 leave my freaking hyperspace daughter alone, U bastard Robert Mick!!!!!!!!!!!! U and your fucking signs, grow up firebug, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, “Just crack open any of those cases” on your gadgets and C what really has invaded out world there BOZ, tempers, anger, danger, stair chases and killed bitches and all, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I fell under a horrendous siege from the 6th dimension or the (D-6) as it is abridged as by me from time 2 time, YO. I was at my meeting, and all hell broke loose, machines fucked up that I was trying 2 use, I had a run in with another asshole using a machine, people think they can walk away and it is still theirs, and I do not mean 2 use a shit house, I have a heart and humanity, it is all U cunt eating filth bag scum out here that is without conscious and despicable beyond verbal ass description. Then after the miserable meeting, a huge PAWM-PIE-ETTOS struck the entire building, and everybody treated me like shit, it was straight out of the worst horror fucking flick ever made and then fucking some. I had 2 clock out an hour early, I told my boss, lovely Donna, not U Mizz Hair-brain, oh how I have grown 2 detest rock stars, and this cost me seven dollars. I would rather B out 7 fucking bucks and have a job waiting 4 me, than have the job gone, and I knew that if I did not get the mother fucking shit out of there, that indeed I would lose my job long B4 the hour was up and I was clocked out at the normal time of one PM. Aniwho, THANK-U, boss, and friend, President Obama, UR my true hero, U saved the day, U know what I’m squalking about here, thank U so much, I never forget my friends, live long and prosper and say hi 2 Cap Nimoy. I think this world is shameful, when somebody types in the name of the President of the United States and an error line and a mouse click brings up the bastard friend of George Bush, who no more was ‘really’ responsible 4 any of the bullshit than was Saddam Hussein!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Misspell Saddam’s last name, and we get the great correction of what SARAH said on 10-SC Avenue in 1969 on May the 30th, Memorial Day, a Saturday if memory serves me at all correctly, “Your friends R ‘IN’ the ‘SHOP’”. A shop is like a house, in fact, it was one and the same thing, and symbolism cannot ever B killed any more than can a hero!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is real and reality cannot die, it only can B ignored and denied!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So can cancer, and still it goes right on taking peeps straight into the fucking grave, YO, do I make any sense or not? Oh yes peeps, that D-6 siege of the VCR days of Haddonwood Swim Clubs and the year of 1995, how I will never forget that monstrous fucking horrific day lads and lassies and Labradors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dick Wolf made me C another great point yesterday B4 that stupid fucking golf shit fucked up my other 2 L&O shows, as it does every mother-fucking year, does Sarah care so much about being “darker” than HER girlfriend that day in July of 1969, the last time I saw HER, until trains and cities and future lives all kicked the shit in at warp 10, literally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, as Dick and his crew said on the show, watch what U wish 4, being lighter and having Bob McGuire 4 a distant cousin may not B2 cool of a deal, how can u make fun of your nightmare past SARAH????? U have totally blown my mind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where is Count Marcucci when I truly need the mother-fucking bastard, YO?????????????? The only 2 things that I ever heard SARAH as SARAH say in person, “YOUR FRIENDS R IN THE SHOP” and “I’M DARKER THAN UR”. Wow, did I or did I not tell and blog with official time and date fucking GOOGLE STAMP, 3 years ago B4 all this MC bullshit kicked the fuck in, that these 2 powerful things she said, were indeed terra-ass-powerful?????????????????????

I will close out this blog today by telling just a tad little bit about discussing weaknesses, or me doing it, and via anything pertaining 2 or connected with ELECTRONICS, such as even typing on a word processor keyboard onto a floppy disc, and then taking it way further than that and posting it up 2 the cyber villages via www.blogger.com/ YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have learned not 2 discuss MY WEAKNESSES, MY MISTAKES AND FUCK UPS, MY ERRORS AND IMPERFECTIONS, MY REGRETS, MI HELL, and ALL OF IT. This mistake won’t fucking soon B repeated, let me assure y’all. Every time I do this in any small way, even when back at speak of the devil 65 Middle Road in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, with Dawn-Marie and Mommy-Ann, when I admitted that I did not intentionally say “MI” on the open reel master on the song in 1986 I copyrighted and wrote, called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”, when I could have taken credit 4 somehow pulling off this powerful magic trick, any time I give in and decide 2B the super good guy, the evil world and empire scores and wins, EVERY MOTHER-FUCKING STINKING ROTTEN SINGLE ASS HOLE TIME, YO!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a hit or miss deal, it is EVERY FUCKING ASS TIME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not 2 say that from now on I will lie and fabricate stories or say I am doing great, that has been tried long B4 blogging ever began with me and long B4I ever knew a man named Chris Bennett ever lived and breathed and walked the face of this miserable Earth. It does not work either. But I will not intentionally sit down and decide 2 blog how all my weaknesses R being taken fucking advantage of by total scum bags, and then get down and dirty with numerous elucidations and explanations on the entire nasty ass filthy affairs, detail by detail. This is literary suicide if anything ever was. Where RU when I fucking need U Rodney Serling Silva Silver??????????????????????? Yeah, the right clicking mouse keeps me in words, does it not, President Kennedy Exploratron. Wow, am I gonna open up this fucking dirty can of Paula King worms real damn soon, and watch the entire world economy go straight 2 hell after that, YO!!!!!!!!! No, I am all 4 the poor guy, the world economy is nothing more than a bunch of snooty filthy evil fucking super rich cock sucking total evil bastards that should all B taken outside, lined the fuck up against a wall with smelly pig shit all over it, AND TOTALLY SHOT UNTIL THEY TOTALLY FUCKING BLEED OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Billy and Deedee have vanished. I cannot figure out what has happened. I have left messages, they have disappeared or so it appears, another non intended freaking oxymoron, by this poor worn out persecuted moron, oh well, I am in, where, Joe Paget Rimes. Yes, I watched this Incolingo Grocery Cupcake Retrace deal destroy a man; and if I were 2B ever believed 100% I would totally destroy a world. That is never my goal or intention. This I swear on the ALL MIGHTY SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. No my days of admitting my weaknesses R over, yet still, I have learned my Robert Mayor Levy Atlantic City lesson, and will not play demos games or war hero metals games. Still, where do games REALLY begin or leave off, Mister Mayor, and Mister Boz Wolf? How about my anger sir. Stop worrying about that endless teenager. She has the world now and does not need me 2 kick around, please re-listen 2 the RGG song, it still applies!!!!!!!! Unlike her and her peeps, and Billy, and so many others, I am not looking 2 stay young or here in this misery, I AM TRAPPED HERE! I can only hope 4 the PITSY #5 2B as a Governor’s reprieve, in the year of 2031. In any case, did my old peeps murder my new peeps? Where RU BILLY, where RU DEEDEE?? Where RU McCoy?

END OF THIS FREAKING TRANY, LOUSY OL’ GRANNY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

mickflorida chapter 016

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
CHAPTER 16 WORLD LABS SBT DATFILE: C016---060110.672---BJWSC---002
MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) HERE IN FLORIDA
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:


My hellfire mother trucking pucking nabes next door R driving me up a freaking wall at the speed of light cubed. Sunday and Monday were the absolute worst days yet in their 9 weeks or so of residence next 2 me at my RV freaking park. Naturally, it was the freaking hellliday-holliday, and I am always struck hard on holidays, a fact that any and all true MORIANS know by now, or ought 2, huh, Billy Joel, 4 the freaking sake f the pucking gids, gods, and chrostchrist All Mighty. They R not only in and out continually and with super loud truck revving, but R messing with me, playing around, hiding their truck and playing real major games with me, and the game is gonna B all over this weekend, and U all will find out what that sentence is all about then, and not freaking ass B4.

It is blistery hot in Florida, and only gonna get a lot worse and hotter, that is a real given DUH that dwarfs any of the advertising team from the mighty slanty eyed peeps from the world of Hyundai. Oh well, I chose this new life, or did I????????

My creditors in any real world, would they really B sending me voicemail messages in “LIGHTNING” language? They R. They call me and when they leave voicemail messages, and the caller ID shows it is them, the same group that I legitimately owe money 2 and I won’t deny it, but U can all thank that wonderful “very powerful people Scott Ransom bugged automobile family of 1970, 1988, and 2008” peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any ‘REAL” world, it is quite difficult 4 me 2 entertain the concept, that this would happen, yet I have the proof, and played the tapes 2 my social worker today, actually 2 of them, and they stared at me not knowing what 2 say or do. I thought one of them was gonna slobber, I wish, she is beautiful, almost as nice as another one, but that one is fictional from the phase 4. In any event, there is a lot more 2 any story ever told on these blogs, U always R merely getting the scratched surface of things, and that peeps, as I said in early April, and now reiterate, U can bet your ‘bippie’ on this, YO, that old Challenging World Series number of 594, come back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I did not join any clubs, neither conspiracy theory type, ufologically oriented, or any others 4 that matter folks, so I make statements in blogs that may lead one 2 wonder, hence, now I attempt 2 clear up; and clarify the situation 4 my readership, that I call my BLOGAUDIANS of the ‘BLOGS-OF-MOUNTAINPEN’.

Many things R happening, and I am very aware of most of the normally hidden truths laying very deeply within them. I am not a regular person operating with 5 senses in 3 dimensions. I am an entity that is aware of its full 5th dimensional existence, as well as true zero dimensional existence in the great void. Senses, B them 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, or what have U is meaningless. Just today, I was talking briefly with a lady who called me a new-age religion person. She was not being complementary; we all know the type, old style church age, huh Doctor Harold Camping. Well, I do not C things your way, but if I was forced at the point of a gun 2 choose U over these butt wipes in the churches, U would B selected hands ass freaking pucking down, kind sir. We all fought hard in our genetic past, 2 fight 4 these freedoms, and thank the gods 4 them. In truth and fact, anyone who desires 2 know truth, can, and right now in your life here, not after some silly concept of your death out in some silly other part in the 4th dimension. I have told the secret that has never been told quite the way I tell it, U will find it not anywhere on the net, or in any book, it is a straight forward set of a few simple instructions that WILL WORK, and if U use this system 4 at least 2-5 nights in a row, U will know with true omniscience that everything I claim on these 4 plus years of blog work, is the total and absolute truth. Just GOOGLE up the “FASCITAR” and the information is all there, I have no time 2 sit here now and reiterate, regurgitate, or defecate. Only a hand full of peeps, really wants the truth. Take the truth away and what really do U have. U may have billions of US bucks in some account, and all the sex and worldly fun U could imagine, and take truth away, and within somewhere between one day and on thousand years, depending on who UR personally and exactly, U will c it is all meaningless. If U have the world by the balls, U may not have the head aches and worries of bill collectors hounding U as I do, and may indeed B able 2 ‘live quite comfortably’, 2 quote my late cousin from the great ‘New York Island’, Heinz Gottwald, but if suddenly U forget totally everything about you and your life since U were age four, and it is gone and forever erased, what good is it. U may think, wow, that would suck, U know, having it all and then forgetting so much, well, Trump, Gates, and all of U down the line into the pauper measly multi-millionaires out there, UR in exactly this boat, and R way 2 cosmically stupid 2 realize this, or 2 ever believe one word that Michael Mountainpen says 2U on this blog, oh well, U take it from here Ziggie Malyeska, watch those lightning bolt strikes there Mister Organ Player Man from the casino, YO, no not U Mister deafening dudemonica player Martino, YO!!!!

I could talk forever, but this blog needs 2B shorter that I would like, as I need 2B home in a couple hours, even though the library remains open on Tuesdays here in Fort Pierce until eight of the clock this evening. I will start out by telling U that in no real world would real live creditors B able 2 even know about how I can speak in a very ancient off-Sanskrit lingo called by me, “lightning”, nor would they use it 2 communicate with a debtor in order 2 attempt 2 collect a legitimate debt owed 2 them by me, which I now put in writing, is owed and quite legitimately, I just do not have the funds presently 2 make good on these debts, and when I do, they will all B paid, unless I declare bankruptcy. In no real world B4 they chocked me 2 my death in June on 1983, would I have had an experience 3 years in the future from there in a place not called New Jersey Mister Roddenberry, but ‘MANHATTAN’, with a teenager who would go on 2 become the greatest female recording artist who ever lived on Planet Earth. Nor would a top line foreman from the famous American Telephone and Telegraph Company by the name of Arthur Bancroft, take me aside one day at my address at 1700 Woodlyn Avenue in Woodlyn, NJUSAESMWG, and tell me that I am being messed with and that there is nothing I can do about it, nor would about another 3Q5 other unfathomable and totally and absolutely unexplainable with rational statistical odds or statistics or potential multiplexed explanations, ever have happened 2 any ‘real-me’. Lightning is outside the library, and she is signaling me by placing the moving marker line 4 lines above me in between the words of (that) and (there), I cannot remove it, it must B “HER way of telling me 2 post up soon and get out of here, I was thinking of a quick ocean dip, but there is no sense driving over 2 South Beach during a storm. Diana Arteemis just removed the moving line that was stationary there a while back in-between those 2 words, while simultaneously kept flashing at the point where I am typing, there R terms 4 this, but I forget them now from viewing a borrowed tape on using the word programs and basic windows operations with PC’s. In any real world, would all of this B happening 2 me, and not 2 all of U. I hear and CU Diana, my lovely baby blond. Still, is it Diana that is playing these games with machines, or the great cousin of hers, Sarah-Stacey in her newest human identity? Or is it the Lambrigger Cult, the one third evil part of the Astral Plane’s awesome and deadly dangerous MILLIONTH-COUNCIL?

U know, early blogs from 4 or so year back, tell the entire story of how I was in receipt of a nasty roughing up or ass-kicking if U will, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, back in the late spring time in 1975. We were having a hot and stormy kind of day, my mom was visiting her Long Island relatives, a ‘constant’ situation on an annual basis up until a few years back 4 me, when I put my ‘foot’ down hard one day and said, NO MORE. If U wanna go up there and B humiliated and insulted and put 2 work, U go, this is not for me. The BUT hack is back, jack hack Lattisaw attack, let us turn some tapes and move some makes, huh Stacey, only, witch Stacey and how many moons, Caldor store 113, or what, Copyright Office????? Yes Diana, ICU out there, and will B there very soon, U can hear me through the electronics of this keyboard, I need not B on the internet, anything electronic does the ‘trick’, and all things R really a very elaborate TRICK. How many times mi friends, have I told U all this???????? How many times have I told U all U can bit your bippies on the fact that the FLYERS WILL WIN, THE PHILLIES WILL LOSE AND THE DOW JONES WOILL KEEP GOING UP?????? Is the answer blowing in the wind out there, Diana my yellow haired beauty queen teen?????????????????? Yeah, I challenge U out here 2 watch out 4 these accidents, and intentionals, Paula Waves. Maybe I should warn poor Regis Philbin about all of U. Well mi soaring Eagles, my stomach may not B bubbling, and time may not seem 2B in any particular real significant order 4 me, but that is mi business, and yes Michelle RPL Daniels, (I AM) ENTITLED 2 MY FREAKING OPINION, thank-U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So you’re in your great city with colored lights abounding everywhere, I am very happy 4 U Sarah-Stacey Krassle, and I am even happier that my creditors R learning 2 speak ‘lightning’, and U seem 2 have learned 2 speak ‘dog’, keep working that treadmill, U go my teen queen, U go.

Don’t bother helping me Arnie Schwarzenegger sir, I will handle the situation just fine from this end, keep pumping pal, U look super, tell Jenny Johnson eight times 4 me 2 move the chrost over 4 the sake of the gids, hockey sticks and all, BRO, YO!!!!!!! Bye!!!

END TRANSMISSION, whaaaaaaa---that’s all folksBut , YEAH, FUNNY MI-DIANA!!

worst day of my life times a billion

I am under death siege. All day, planes and chemtrails and persecution abound. I went somewhere and had a miserable time, I cannot B specific, I am not on my word document, this is going right into the blogger box, some mother fucking jerk off fucked up my computer and no oner will help me, yet I always help every other son of a bitch.

Deedee is all over me, everywhere, as is the MILITUFORCE, flying at crash level and stalking me down 2 Pomona, New Jersey and home. I can only blog here an one site without my word program properly functioning. Obviously the EVIL EMPIRE scored super hyper time today or they would not have been able 2 pull off of this fucking shit off today. It was the most brutal and vicious fucking attack in a very long time, and not one cock sucking bastard on this ugly Earth gives one rotten shit if I fucking live or die, except for KS, and I left U my dying utterance voice mail, please use it if I die tonight.

Well, Ann called up Ed Himacane, and tomorrow he will spend the day here repairing what Mariah and her family have done to me and my computer, or at least, my computer.