SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0065
5:55 PM, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2010
START OF TEXT:
Well, another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other. I owe the Blogger site and Google an apology, I did type the blog title in wrong, it was not on the document but on the separate blog title line. But they cleverly are fucking with me on their owned and controlled music system. No one is able to type in the title to my song, the only title of any song exactly like this one, yet nothing pops up unless you first go to the Google Engine, and then type in not only the name of the song, called, “MI Apology Song”, but also the name “King Nebnooshoo”. Unless the following is typed on a Google Search, and no other, “MI Apology Song King Nebnooshoo, nothing will pop up. This is a rigged system. No other title exists like it, there is only one MI Apology Song, with the MI spelled MI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what was spoken on the “REAL GOOD GIRL” open reel master tape in August of 1986 when it was done by me in Cherry Hill,in New Jersey, when I recorded the fucking stupid ass song. , THAT HAS FOREVER MOTHER FUCKING ALTERED MY LIFE AND PLUMMETED IT INTO absolute total darkness and hell fucking fire.
On top of that, somebody has been illegally selling one of my songs, and his name is Kevin Moore, from Long Island where the mother fucker was born. It is called, I've been told by reading that horrible page on me, “The Christ Android”. One big bang, huh Elcapitan Picard Dulegender Planetstrand??????????????
Then when I was on the fucking telephone talking with the mighty mega-giant, COMCAST, one lady transferred me just to get fucking rid of me, and then the second one would not help me fix a simple proble3 with my cable television box. Now I have a small fucking cut out piece of thick cardboard, masking taped to the fucking cable box so that their bright yellow message light does not keep me awake all mother fucking cunt eating ass night. It seems it is my fault that they send me a message, and there is no way to fucking delete it. I am mailing my letter of complaint to my congressman tomorrow after work at the harvest where you can all see my ugly fucking puss on the website, just click into fucking www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ and fucking see me and pray for me. Pray that that evil mother fucking LUCIFER stops fucking up my entire life, HIM and that entire fucking family that he recently married into, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I knew this was bigger than putrid pig piss in the nineteen sixties when this all started, nut I just refused to ever totally fucking admit it all to myself, the old VENKA STRONG-GIRL SYNDROME, REMEMBER PEEPS? I have used (VSGS) for a shortened abbreviation on many prior fucking ass blog texts when discussing this fucking slut back in 1970 around middle March somewhere, in the art-room in my school in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USEASMWG!!!!!!!
Paula, Sarah, Nina, Sandy, and the Shaw of Iran, mixed with my good old fucking Aunt Geraldine Snow, and you have one motley mother fucking crew.
APOLLO-LUCIFER, MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITE KING, ETCETERA, (all the same difference), is out to fucking wipe me the shit out with a total vengeance. Him and his fucking powerful oblitron box, and his twin sister and HER chain that took from me in a powerful dream interaction in December of ml other fucking 1969. As I fucking said peeps, and now in cock sucking reiteration, MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, suppress it all you fucking want to world, it is truth, and fuck all of you!!!!!!!!!
If anyone on Planet Earth knows and has the fucking ability to verify my true story, ALL OF IT, it is the mother fucking UNITED STATRES FREAKING COPYRIGHT OFFICE DOWN IN WASHINGTON, FREAKIONG, DISTRICT OF FREAKING COLUMBIA, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When the second lady tried to get the light off of my cable box with her remote control operation from the office, the entire cable went out and many strange things happened, reminds me exactly of the story told on the internet as well as on many BERMUDA TRIANGLE DOCUMENTARIES, where the radio station fucking talk show host was commandeered, equipment-wise, by those calling themselves, the {{{(((MILLIONTH-COUNCIL)))}}}. Every mother fucking twat eating claim that I ever make or have made or will go on making on this wide world web system is totally true and accurate, and can be backed up by anybody with the fucking desire to GOOGLE around and find it all out for themselves, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This evil fucking family wants war with me, fine. How many secrets about many of them do I know, that they wish to the gods I did not know, and making that vulgar show is no more than non-military equivalents of disinformation, and will not buffer the secrets that I could tell, and prove.
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Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
safe journal chapter 0064
SAFE JPURNAL, CHAPTER 64
3:24 PM
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 2011
SATART OF TEXT:
This CHEMTRAIL FUCKING SHIT IS EVERY FUCKING DAY, and is not gonna fucking go away any time soon. Loved your u-tube video, Orlando, Florida chemtrail poster. Check it out peeps.
It is a hot fucking 85 degrees here in town at Fort Pierce. It was not anywhere near this hot on another day that I remember so well, a Saturday, 1400 miles away from here now give or take, and really, a lot more miles in light reality, as the year was 1982 and I was at the now called, Coriel Institute, on Ferry Avenue in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. I had taken a short nap on the floor until my boss was due to return with some cleaning supplies, I worked for this duosh bag named Bernie Derakowski. He was in the same business that Donna Summer's daddy was in, only not the firehouse monster rocker sound distorter DJDS. Anywho YO, I fell into sleep and had this wild experience where I was in two thousand twenty-three and a boy and a girl of about age twelve or so told me that they were watching me and were always watching me. Oh well, maybe they also observe all breaths I take, all smiles I fake, and even knew that I would blog this right now in 2K-eleven, as well as go back in time as soon as I sign off and send this up to another few blogs from 2007 and in that range, and tell this story. You see, send back text files are not mysterious, nor is any of the stuff from MI on tape on the RGG song, and on and on. It all is a huge trick, as NC calls it when he spoke to me last night in a powerful trance, the signals from the oblatron-box. Some signal. Wow, I really have your number Mister trouble maker, how is your RP pal LM doing???????????? The moon and the sun and the Greeks, yes the entire story tells itself, cover to cover. Who is kidding who? END OF TEXT:
3:24 PM
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 2011
SATART OF TEXT:
This CHEMTRAIL FUCKING SHIT IS EVERY FUCKING DAY, and is not gonna fucking go away any time soon. Loved your u-tube video, Orlando, Florida chemtrail poster. Check it out peeps.
It is a hot fucking 85 degrees here in town at Fort Pierce. It was not anywhere near this hot on another day that I remember so well, a Saturday, 1400 miles away from here now give or take, and really, a lot more miles in light reality, as the year was 1982 and I was at the now called, Coriel Institute, on Ferry Avenue in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. I had taken a short nap on the floor until my boss was due to return with some cleaning supplies, I worked for this duosh bag named Bernie Derakowski. He was in the same business that Donna Summer's daddy was in, only not the firehouse monster rocker sound distorter DJDS. Anywho YO, I fell into sleep and had this wild experience where I was in two thousand twenty-three and a boy and a girl of about age twelve or so told me that they were watching me and were always watching me. Oh well, maybe they also observe all breaths I take, all smiles I fake, and even knew that I would blog this right now in 2K-eleven, as well as go back in time as soon as I sign off and send this up to another few blogs from 2007 and in that range, and tell this story. You see, send back text files are not mysterious, nor is any of the stuff from MI on tape on the RGG song, and on and on. It all is a huge trick, as NC calls it when he spoke to me last night in a powerful trance, the signals from the oblatron-box. Some signal. Wow, I really have your number Mister trouble maker, how is your RP pal LM doing???????????? The moon and the sun and the Greeks, yes the entire story tells itself, cover to cover. Who is kidding who? END OF TEXT:
Sunday, February 6, 2011
safe journal chapter 0063
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 63
020611.752 SUNDAY EVENING
UNDER MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE
WORST MOTHER FUCKING WEEKEND IN 30 YEARS
START TEXT:
THE ENEMIES I HAVE IN THE MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES WOMO FUCKING SCUM ARE POURING IT FUCKING ON AND HAVE MADE THIS WEEKEND BEYOND SUPER FUCKING HELL, AND I TOTALLY KNOW FUCKING WHY AND SO SHOULD ALL THE MOTHER FUCKERS READING THESE WORDS IN THE WORLD. SHAME THE FUCK ON ANYONE ANYWEHERE THAT DOES NOT AND WILL NOT EVEN TRY AND SEE WHAT THAT MONSTROUS EVIL SATAN OR LUCIFER IS DOING TO FUCKING ME. ALL ANYONE NEEDES TO DO IS START SOMEWHERE, ANY FUCKING PLACE ON MY BLOGS, THE STORY FUCKING TELLS ITS FUCKING SELF, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk about a blind man with 88 canes being able to see this, sheeeeeeit!!!!!!!!
Last night after 3, and after my post of safe journal number sixty two, I suffered a vicious diarrhea attack, painful and quite hellish. $ hours later I awoke 2 a horrendous mother fucking sore throat. Later when I went out to do some daily errands, the reason was obvious, CHEMTRAILS WERE ALL FUCKING OVER THE SKIES OF FORT PIERCE, FUCKING FLORIDA, WHAT ELSE.
On top of all of this shit, hit with health attacks, and MILITUFORCE JET VAPOR POISONOUS chem trailing was all over, just go to these following websites people: www.chemtrail-central.com/ and www.chembuster.com/ and GOOGLE up CHEMTRAIL/CONTRAIL, and see if I really deserve to have horns put on my face in that fucking bastard DJ SCUMMER web page, hey Donna, what is with you wanting to be a fucking girl, wow, this opens the door for me to really get going here, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????
Then I come back from my fucking errands, and the second the jungle bunny next door sees me, as he always does this, he blasts his outdoor stereo speakers at me, right at the second I pull in to the driveway, it is every time, and today it was beyond fucking deafening. Then I enter my residence and go to turn my lamp on and the switch is fucking broken. Later, I open the refrigerator and it is dark inside, the light bulb was blown out, one thing I CAN believe, 2 fucking PROPERTY DAMAGES, **********THAT5 MCGUIRE FAMILY**********, TTHAT I don't FUCKING BILEUIVE, is any random fucking coincidence, this shit is somehow really being fucking done to me, and fucking has been since August of fucking 1986, just as I have told and made fucking ass claim to all fucking ass along.
IF ANYTHING FUCKING HAPPENS TO ME AND I AM FOUND DEAD, I HAVE BEEN MOTHER FUCKING MURDERED BY ED SNYDER AND BOB CLARK OF THE PHILADELPHIA FLYERS ICE HICKEY TEAM HENRY VOICEOVERS, DONALD TRUMP, THE COVERT NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCTY SYSTREM OF THIS EVIL EMPIRE, AND THE TOP BRASS AND OFFICIALS OF THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT AND THE FUCKING MILITARY SYSTEM. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING MAN'S UTTEERANCE AND LEGAL DECLARATION, THIS IS AN OFFICIAL LEGAL WEB DOCUMENT NOW SHOULD I BE FOUND DEAD UP IN FUCKING HERE BY ANY MO OR WOMO OR OTHER CONNECTED TIME MANIPULATION SYSTEM, CANNONS OF ETHIS ALL NOT WITHSTANDING AS MANY HAVE THEM, and ONE IN PARTICULAR HAS THE EQUIVELANT OF HIS DISTAND CUZZ IN LAW MCKINNON, N-O-N-E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BETTER LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE YOU FUCKING JERK OFF MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!!!!
Magnetic Sound Machine, DESTROY ALL SCANNED ENEMIES THAT RUINED MY WEEKEND AND MOTHER FUCKING WRECKED MY ENTIRE LIFE, OR BE DESTROYED YOUR SELF, GO TO ALL GENERAL AND CODED GENERAL ORDERS. Stop.
I all ready know the Dow Jones Markets will fly up 200 points in the next few days, 400 or more next week, 900 before March rolls fucking around, and be well over 15,000 by the summer time, and be over 25,000 if I* do not escape this fucking evil empire and leave fast for fucking South America. I knew when I saw blogger and Google hacked my fucking blog last night and made my title come out SWAFE JOURNALO, instead of SAFE, as my word document was indeed typed in correctly, that bad shit was gonna fucking happen today, I have learned to know and recognize all the fucking warnings and signs a long fucking time fucking ago my peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You all will be super fucking sorry 4or fucking doing this fucking shit to me, you too Mister Berlin Firehouse man, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maggie will get all of you given time, as she nearly took trump into a fast grave in 1989, with or without any US Copyright Offices, or my meeting up with long light brown haired tall beauty queens, or loveless carpenters, or black cats that can meow numbers while I can simply meow, huh Richard Lowlife Karpf?
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SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 63
020611.752 SUNDAY EVENING
UNDER MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE
WORST MOTHER FUCKING WEEKEND IN 30 YEARS
START TEXT:
THE ENEMIES I HAVE IN THE MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES WOMO FUCKING SCUM ARE POURING IT FUCKING ON AND HAVE MADE THIS WEEKEND BEYOND SUPER FUCKING HELL, AND I TOTALLY KNOW FUCKING WHY AND SO SHOULD ALL THE MOTHER FUCKERS READING THESE WORDS IN THE WORLD. SHAME THE FUCK ON ANYONE ANYWEHERE THAT DOES NOT AND WILL NOT EVEN TRY AND SEE WHAT THAT MONSTROUS EVIL SATAN OR LUCIFER IS DOING TO FUCKING ME. ALL ANYONE NEEDES TO DO IS START SOMEWHERE, ANY FUCKING PLACE ON MY BLOGS, THE STORY FUCKING TELLS ITS FUCKING SELF, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk about a blind man with 88 canes being able to see this, sheeeeeeit!!!!!!!!
Last night after 3, and after my post of safe journal number sixty two, I suffered a vicious diarrhea attack, painful and quite hellish. $ hours later I awoke 2 a horrendous mother fucking sore throat. Later when I went out to do some daily errands, the reason was obvious, CHEMTRAILS WERE ALL FUCKING OVER THE SKIES OF FORT PIERCE, FUCKING FLORIDA, WHAT ELSE.
On top of all of this shit, hit with health attacks, and MILITUFORCE JET VAPOR POISONOUS chem trailing was all over, just go to these following websites people: www.chemtrail-central.com/ and www.chembuster.com/ and GOOGLE up CHEMTRAIL/CONTRAIL, and see if I really deserve to have horns put on my face in that fucking bastard DJ SCUMMER web page, hey Donna, what is with you wanting to be a fucking girl, wow, this opens the door for me to really get going here, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????
Then I come back from my fucking errands, and the second the jungle bunny next door sees me, as he always does this, he blasts his outdoor stereo speakers at me, right at the second I pull in to the driveway, it is every time, and today it was beyond fucking deafening. Then I enter my residence and go to turn my lamp on and the switch is fucking broken. Later, I open the refrigerator and it is dark inside, the light bulb was blown out, one thing I CAN believe, 2 fucking PROPERTY DAMAGES, **********THAT5 MCGUIRE FAMILY**********, TTHAT I don't FUCKING BILEUIVE, is any random fucking coincidence, this shit is somehow really being fucking done to me, and fucking has been since August of fucking 1986, just as I have told and made fucking ass claim to all fucking ass along.
IF ANYTHING FUCKING HAPPENS TO ME AND I AM FOUND DEAD, I HAVE BEEN MOTHER FUCKING MURDERED BY ED SNYDER AND BOB CLARK OF THE PHILADELPHIA FLYERS ICE HICKEY TEAM HENRY VOICEOVERS, DONALD TRUMP, THE COVERT NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCTY SYSTREM OF THIS EVIL EMPIRE, AND THE TOP BRASS AND OFFICIALS OF THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT AND THE FUCKING MILITARY SYSTEM. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING MAN'S UTTEERANCE AND LEGAL DECLARATION, THIS IS AN OFFICIAL LEGAL WEB DOCUMENT NOW SHOULD I BE FOUND DEAD UP IN FUCKING HERE BY ANY MO OR WOMO OR OTHER CONNECTED TIME MANIPULATION SYSTEM, CANNONS OF ETHIS ALL NOT WITHSTANDING AS MANY HAVE THEM, and ONE IN PARTICULAR HAS THE EQUIVELANT OF HIS DISTAND CUZZ IN LAW MCKINNON, N-O-N-E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BETTER LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE YOU FUCKING JERK OFF MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!!!!
Magnetic Sound Machine, DESTROY ALL SCANNED ENEMIES THAT RUINED MY WEEKEND AND MOTHER FUCKING WRECKED MY ENTIRE LIFE, OR BE DESTROYED YOUR SELF, GO TO ALL GENERAL AND CODED GENERAL ORDERS. Stop.
I all ready know the Dow Jones Markets will fly up 200 points in the next few days, 400 or more next week, 900 before March rolls fucking around, and be well over 15,000 by the summer time, and be over 25,000 if I* do not escape this fucking evil empire and leave fast for fucking South America. I knew when I saw blogger and Google hacked my fucking blog last night and made my title come out SWAFE JOURNALO, instead of SAFE, as my word document was indeed typed in correctly, that bad shit was gonna fucking happen today, I have learned to know and recognize all the fucking warnings and signs a long fucking time fucking ago my peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You all will be super fucking sorry 4or fucking doing this fucking shit to me, you too Mister Berlin Firehouse man, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maggie will get all of you given time, as she nearly took trump into a fast grave in 1989, with or without any US Copyright Offices, or my meeting up with long light brown haired tall beauty queens, or loveless carpenters, or black cats that can meow numbers while I can simply meow, huh Richard Lowlife Karpf?
END OF TEXT:
Saturday, February 5, 2011
swafe journal, chapter 61
Safe journal chapter 61
020611.076
start of text:
Once in a while, I would like to be able to post just my life journal, privately, and when I learn how to do this, plan on doing this, but right now, let me cleverly say all sorts of things that only I will really totally know, or the few other peeps that would obviously also know, as they are the characters involved in this ugly mess, and are labeled by me no differently than the very thing they placed into my mind during what mortal man would call a dreaming experience in the summertime of the year 1970, “THAT FAMILY”.
This is one huge ugly mess, and no Mister McCoy, not of my own making, Doctor Makeover. First off, I have spent a lot of Saturday, yesterday, reading old blogs of mine on the site www.blogger.com/ the months of November and December, in the year of 2007. Wow, am I a stupid mother flower, huh Ann King Silva???????????????????? You only get dumber than me by being either dead, or alive and unconscious. Dennis Snyder my fake cousin from Cifaloglio told me some shit that I thought I grasped when he said it to me, only I was kidding myself hyper time velocity. He told me that even though as an atheist, my 'fascitar' shit totally fascinated him, he simply had no time to try doing it. He went onto say that people, my best friends right on down to my worst enemies had no time to ever really read my blogs or do any of the things that would prove me right about all of my claims, and totally disprove the garbage that you would read if you were to Google up the words, “mark mohr of hammonton, new jersey”, that basically if compressed says what the Onyx Club of the Um club World also say, that I am totally insane and none of my shit is real or true, oh how I mother fucking wish that were true, it all would become so much fucking easier overnight, YO. But Dennis Snyder the atheist and fake cousin is not god, as if he was god, he would not believe in himself. He also, Bruce Allen Pennock, is not perfect or correct 100% of the time, as 2000 and its entrance into the world proved. In addition, sayings such as 'truth is stranger than fiction', or 'more things are existing than can be dreamed of in our imaginations' from the famous philosopher, and others that I could go right on listing, indeed could not be more powerful and real if they were amplified with a truckload of 1000 watt Crown amplifiers. When I see the way this all freaking played out over 3 years now, it is child's play to see the amazing truth, and giving things a total benefit of all doubt, let me break total possible reality down about all of this, into 3 possibilities. One of three things is going on, and many people know what is being said, and still the vast majority are saying to themselves, what is nutcase MOUNTAINPEN yapping and ranting on about now? Either some one or some thing wants me to believe an elaborate joke or trick about all of this bullshit and staged it all from 'A' right down to 'Z', or it really is real, or it never can be figured out and is part of the unfathomable multiplex of endless legitimate coincidental factors of random life that merely appear to be in a pattern of undeniable non coincidence. No matter which of the three multiple choices are in fact real, me being insane is totally irrelevant, because all the things that I claim, can be all documented with real world evidence as well as full documentation, and I am prepared to do so at any time. Naturally, before this fantastic family abducted both me and my entire life in an incredible wild plan, I had a whole lot more stuff, and this all has been cleverly wiped out and forever destroyed, another mere coincidence? Who knows, maybe it is, I do not believe that, but you will believe whatever the hell you want to believe, and naturally since you have not suffered through my life as me, you will see things in an entirely different perspective than I do and this is pure logic. I do not dispute that one tiny bit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! But for one little thing just inputted here, wow, the World Series of 2008 and my time traveling companion, hay, when was the other world series won but right around the time he entered the holodeck, huh Commander Rikertrek? You see peeps, for me, this is a very difficult thing to see as 'coincidence', but that does not mean that you ll are wrong and I am correct, still, I believe what I do, and that is the way it goes, Sigmund!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I am honored beyond words that Dennis Snyder, a total nobody as this world would judge had no time for me or my blogs or my fascitar, yet obviously the wife of my time travel companion did. Do you see yet just why I cannot see this shit as a bunch of random happenstance?
Naturally any subject that I open up could be as long as Moby Dick or even War and Peace. Let me abridge and compress as much as I can, as later on in following blog text works, I can always expand on stuff that is opened up previously as the new topic of conversation fits into each order and category, bit by bit as the following months go on. But as to the last paragraph friends and fiends, Morians and Lessians, and so forth, it is obvious all along who is really behind all of this. Christians know it and I know it. It was even on Journal Tape number 1786 sent down to the United States Copyright Office in August of 1986, cut fingers and frozen mugs and all. NOTHING JUST HAPPENS. There are no coincidences, and there certainly cannot be this many, ask Jack McCoy, don't fucking ask me. The Holy Bible tells me the horrific things that this miserable traveler can indeed do, but I have personally experienced his bullshit. Before his wife ever knew he was on this planet, he stole something from me and took me back to the year 1968, and stranded me there. And you dare to draw horns on my head, DJDS? I strongly suggest that you get into a bible believing church before you judge me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me leave Friendly Ice Cream and way more junk alone for right now, and the few that know it all, know it all, and THEY ARE OUT THERE, I know that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, Paula, your mysterious son in law dwarfs any strange qualities about me, and what you said to me in that auditorium is in need of reevaluation. I wish only the best for your entire family, but unfortunately, one member is indeed out to get me, and I must remain vigilant, just as the gods tell me to be. I know how to read a freaking bible, and I know that there are no alternate explanations or other ways around these 'truths as they are self evident'. I do not need to be my seventh grandfather, Samuel Huntington, in order to make that paraphrase.
Tell your wonderful daughter that I am not letting this prick make a fool out of me any longer, next week I am removing this garbage from the u-tube, and going on with my life, as she has. He knows that I know two of his huge secrets. The one in the blog here is not able to be substantiated, the other one, well, let me not trek there, as it is, and UI do not want old 'cuzz' McGuire flying down here lighting up any matches, you know how nasty he can be, right?
It is nearly a quarter shy of three in the moUUUUUUUrning and I am tired and need to go to bed, do not show me the way top go home anybody, I all ready know and there is nothing they can do to me that I won't know it first, you see, right US Copyright Office?
END OF TEXT:
020611.076
start of text:
Once in a while, I would like to be able to post just my life journal, privately, and when I learn how to do this, plan on doing this, but right now, let me cleverly say all sorts of things that only I will really totally know, or the few other peeps that would obviously also know, as they are the characters involved in this ugly mess, and are labeled by me no differently than the very thing they placed into my mind during what mortal man would call a dreaming experience in the summertime of the year 1970, “THAT FAMILY”.
This is one huge ugly mess, and no Mister McCoy, not of my own making, Doctor Makeover. First off, I have spent a lot of Saturday, yesterday, reading old blogs of mine on the site www.blogger.com/ the months of November and December, in the year of 2007. Wow, am I a stupid mother flower, huh Ann King Silva???????????????????? You only get dumber than me by being either dead, or alive and unconscious. Dennis Snyder my fake cousin from Cifaloglio told me some shit that I thought I grasped when he said it to me, only I was kidding myself hyper time velocity. He told me that even though as an atheist, my 'fascitar' shit totally fascinated him, he simply had no time to try doing it. He went onto say that people, my best friends right on down to my worst enemies had no time to ever really read my blogs or do any of the things that would prove me right about all of my claims, and totally disprove the garbage that you would read if you were to Google up the words, “mark mohr of hammonton, new jersey”, that basically if compressed says what the Onyx Club of the Um club World also say, that I am totally insane and none of my shit is real or true, oh how I mother fucking wish that were true, it all would become so much fucking easier overnight, YO. But Dennis Snyder the atheist and fake cousin is not god, as if he was god, he would not believe in himself. He also, Bruce Allen Pennock, is not perfect or correct 100% of the time, as 2000 and its entrance into the world proved. In addition, sayings such as 'truth is stranger than fiction', or 'more things are existing than can be dreamed of in our imaginations' from the famous philosopher, and others that I could go right on listing, indeed could not be more powerful and real if they were amplified with a truckload of 1000 watt Crown amplifiers. When I see the way this all freaking played out over 3 years now, it is child's play to see the amazing truth, and giving things a total benefit of all doubt, let me break total possible reality down about all of this, into 3 possibilities. One of three things is going on, and many people know what is being said, and still the vast majority are saying to themselves, what is nutcase MOUNTAINPEN yapping and ranting on about now? Either some one or some thing wants me to believe an elaborate joke or trick about all of this bullshit and staged it all from 'A' right down to 'Z', or it really is real, or it never can be figured out and is part of the unfathomable multiplex of endless legitimate coincidental factors of random life that merely appear to be in a pattern of undeniable non coincidence. No matter which of the three multiple choices are in fact real, me being insane is totally irrelevant, because all the things that I claim, can be all documented with real world evidence as well as full documentation, and I am prepared to do so at any time. Naturally, before this fantastic family abducted both me and my entire life in an incredible wild plan, I had a whole lot more stuff, and this all has been cleverly wiped out and forever destroyed, another mere coincidence? Who knows, maybe it is, I do not believe that, but you will believe whatever the hell you want to believe, and naturally since you have not suffered through my life as me, you will see things in an entirely different perspective than I do and this is pure logic. I do not dispute that one tiny bit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! But for one little thing just inputted here, wow, the World Series of 2008 and my time traveling companion, hay, when was the other world series won but right around the time he entered the holodeck, huh Commander Rikertrek? You see peeps, for me, this is a very difficult thing to see as 'coincidence', but that does not mean that you ll are wrong and I am correct, still, I believe what I do, and that is the way it goes, Sigmund!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I am honored beyond words that Dennis Snyder, a total nobody as this world would judge had no time for me or my blogs or my fascitar, yet obviously the wife of my time travel companion did. Do you see yet just why I cannot see this shit as a bunch of random happenstance?
Naturally any subject that I open up could be as long as Moby Dick or even War and Peace. Let me abridge and compress as much as I can, as later on in following blog text works, I can always expand on stuff that is opened up previously as the new topic of conversation fits into each order and category, bit by bit as the following months go on. But as to the last paragraph friends and fiends, Morians and Lessians, and so forth, it is obvious all along who is really behind all of this. Christians know it and I know it. It was even on Journal Tape number 1786 sent down to the United States Copyright Office in August of 1986, cut fingers and frozen mugs and all. NOTHING JUST HAPPENS. There are no coincidences, and there certainly cannot be this many, ask Jack McCoy, don't fucking ask me. The Holy Bible tells me the horrific things that this miserable traveler can indeed do, but I have personally experienced his bullshit. Before his wife ever knew he was on this planet, he stole something from me and took me back to the year 1968, and stranded me there. And you dare to draw horns on my head, DJDS? I strongly suggest that you get into a bible believing church before you judge me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me leave Friendly Ice Cream and way more junk alone for right now, and the few that know it all, know it all, and THEY ARE OUT THERE, I know that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, Paula, your mysterious son in law dwarfs any strange qualities about me, and what you said to me in that auditorium is in need of reevaluation. I wish only the best for your entire family, but unfortunately, one member is indeed out to get me, and I must remain vigilant, just as the gods tell me to be. I know how to read a freaking bible, and I know that there are no alternate explanations or other ways around these 'truths as they are self evident'. I do not need to be my seventh grandfather, Samuel Huntington, in order to make that paraphrase.
Tell your wonderful daughter that I am not letting this prick make a fool out of me any longer, next week I am removing this garbage from the u-tube, and going on with my life, as she has. He knows that I know two of his huge secrets. The one in the blog here is not able to be substantiated, the other one, well, let me not trek there, as it is, and UI do not want old 'cuzz' McGuire flying down here lighting up any matches, you know how nasty he can be, right?
It is nearly a quarter shy of three in the moUUUUUUUrning and I am tired and need to go to bed, do not show me the way top go home anybody, I all ready know and there is nothing they can do to me that I won't know it first, you see, right US Copyright Office?
END OF TEXT:
safe journal, chapter sixty
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
SAFE JOURNAL BLOG CHAPTER SIXTY
WORLD LABS SBT-DATFILE: 020511.942
BEGINNING:
This as many fucking Saturdays are, was a super mother fucking BOTBAR day. Don't ask, and I won't tell, deal?
What I will say is that powers beyond what anyone alive in 2011 are at work doing things that are not tell-able, and fuck you if you do not like the word tell-able, spell-checker shit, as I am using it, so go screw your mother fucking self. U want the hyphen, go to the hyphen, and the super fucking bowl, and see if I fucking care, I all ready know McGuire!!!!!!!!! Some hacking scum bag would not allow me to talk to an on-line professor about my parallel event formula that I used whip the ass out of the roulette tables in Atlantic City back in nineteen-eighty-six.
One thing I have learned for total certain, and even more than how important games are to the gods who employ distraction methods to avoid pondering on endlessness, and that is the middleman or perhaps said even better, the third man no-no equation. Permit me to camera-explain myself Heinz Gottwald. It is difficult enough for anyone to try and do anything and be able to say in honesty, mission accomplished. Under the HC, it is way more difficult. Then involving the machine and mechanical realms in addition to trying to deal with the humans on the other side of the cyberspace, and you have the third man out syndrome.
Every mother fucking in the universe went wrong today and on top of fucking that people, I come to learn that somebody quite important in the music industry is violating and infringing on my copyrighted material. Only no matter how you try and do anything, you or at5 least I, spent the entire miserable ass day, just trying to hear the damn song on this stupid fucking ass internet, and could not, things are so totally fucking impossible to do unless you literally were born in this mother fucking computer age.
I will hire an attorney and do it all the old fashioned way, the way sensible things used to operate before the world literally fucking turned up side down on the command of Bill Gates and Steve Jobs for fucking crissake. Nothing is normal, and then they fucking call me insaner and nuts. Fine, if this world is OK, then I am totally glad I'm fucking nuts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bye-Bye, see y'all in fucking court, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ENDING:
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
SAFE JOURNAL BLOG CHAPTER SIXTY
WORLD LABS SBT-DATFILE: 020511.942
BEGINNING:
This as many fucking Saturdays are, was a super mother fucking BOTBAR day. Don't ask, and I won't tell, deal?
What I will say is that powers beyond what anyone alive in 2011 are at work doing things that are not tell-able, and fuck you if you do not like the word tell-able, spell-checker shit, as I am using it, so go screw your mother fucking self. U want the hyphen, go to the hyphen, and the super fucking bowl, and see if I fucking care, I all ready know McGuire!!!!!!!!! Some hacking scum bag would not allow me to talk to an on-line professor about my parallel event formula that I used whip the ass out of the roulette tables in Atlantic City back in nineteen-eighty-six.
One thing I have learned for total certain, and even more than how important games are to the gods who employ distraction methods to avoid pondering on endlessness, and that is the middleman or perhaps said even better, the third man no-no equation. Permit me to camera-explain myself Heinz Gottwald. It is difficult enough for anyone to try and do anything and be able to say in honesty, mission accomplished. Under the HC, it is way more difficult. Then involving the machine and mechanical realms in addition to trying to deal with the humans on the other side of the cyberspace, and you have the third man out syndrome.
Every mother fucking in the universe went wrong today and on top of fucking that people, I come to learn that somebody quite important in the music industry is violating and infringing on my copyrighted material. Only no matter how you try and do anything, you or at5 least I, spent the entire miserable ass day, just trying to hear the damn song on this stupid fucking ass internet, and could not, things are so totally fucking impossible to do unless you literally were born in this mother fucking computer age.
I will hire an attorney and do it all the old fashioned way, the way sensible things used to operate before the world literally fucking turned up side down on the command of Bill Gates and Steve Jobs for fucking crissake. Nothing is normal, and then they fucking call me insaner and nuts. Fine, if this world is OK, then I am totally glad I'm fucking nuts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bye-Bye, see y'all in fucking court, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ENDING:
Friday, February 4, 2011
Safe Journal, Chapter 0059
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0059
ELEVEN AT NIGHT ON THE 3RD OF FEBRUARY
THURSDAY, 2011, HERE AT MY RESIDENCE
THE 26TH STREET GHETTOS OF FORT PIERCE,
FLORIDA, USAESMWG
WORLD LABS SBT-DATFILE: 020311.960
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
How I have this computer and who bought it for me will remain secret for the time being. Lives could be in a lot of danger. Also beginning now on this blog, no more text writing will be done, I am tired of all the wavy lines, for now I am accepting that society is controlling the every move and direction of the population, and we all are quite obviously powerless to do anything about it. I suppose that you know my Morians and other readers that it is so funny and beyond amazing, how the majority of us all now does 'in fact know', but just gave up. We know we all are under the total control of the wealthiest scum bag world owners who sold all of us down the river and fully intend to make slaves out of us, if they have not basically all ready accomplished their goal even as I stinking speak. Oh but those little things still do count to us little squashed people. Just being able 2 blog again from the comfort of my nice ghetto home without trekking over to the public library, only to be annoyed perpetually, if not by “Stink-Boy”, or machines all hogged up, or annoyers next to my work station, and so much more.
I said one little thing about the 'Washington politics' on my last blog the other day from the library, and POW, the very next day, my bosses there cut my hours down from 25 to 18, a 7 hour weekly loss, as I am in a government funded program of employment through the AARP system. But it was totally OK for a ‘powerful person’ of the world such as Dick Wolf to make the big statement that agrees totally with me and MORIANITY, made just tonight on one of the 3 L&O episodes, about how the jury nullification was the fault of, and I quote, “Dow Jones”. I'm pretty sure it was the final of the three episodes ending at just shy of seven PM.
Tomorrow, the internet will be installed, if things go according to plan, and this is something I never can count on under my horrific HUNTINGTON CURSE, the Comcast Cable Company will be hooking me up to the internet system. This is no a later insert. They did.
Speaking of system recovery and computers, several things lost on my ‘poofed’ out last blog that never made it out to the world, will be discussed on this blog. One thing of great importance that I discussed and was lost is that psychic power and psychics are real, the handful of them that are real that is, as yes, the great majority of them are merely con job artists. If I ever could show and prove to this world some of the shit that I have seen and witnessed, it would blow society away overnight, despite all of Hollywood and their attempt to mind control the population and dominate the entire sociological structure.
I was discussing the world of psychics and supernatural powers to use the accepted wordage and terminology. I remember the poofed out blog saying that all though the great majority of 'shingle hangers' are total frauds as Patrick Jane would put it, on the television show, “The Mentalist”, the realities of what I have personally witnessed over 40 plus years since early teen aged days of my current lifetime or dream-down off of the Astral Plane, are in fact that despite this, real power is out there, real unknown forces are indeed at work, and extremely unbelievable bullshit is happening all around us all, at all times. This occurs more or less at varying times throughout the surface area of Planet Earth as well as with each and every passing second and minute of time. The forces that are beyond blog words and explanations at least for right now, interconnect with the few powerful people who indeed have learned certain mystical truths, and indeed do practice them. These truths include controllable somnambulism or dominant exploratron traveling, all forms of Total I-Ching or TIC, and not the crackers which is another way of employing the term that I admit to inventing called, SPACE-TIME-MIND or (STM), playing around on the Astral Plane, and a lot more items way to freaking lengthy 2 list right now. Paula Uwich from Glendora, New Jersey, USAESMWG is definitely one of these persons, and many others are indeed out there, no matter how many Patrick Jane's say otherwise. Blog works that follow this one will get way more specific than this, for right now this must suffice. There is is my wonderful pal Nicky. If he is not a great powerful one, then who is, do any of you really archive and read these blogs, try since early 2008 for the sake of the gods, YO??????? But the hugest thing is not this topic or point and where it will all lead up to or into as time marches along. The real powerful words are what now follow:
In the 1960's, my wonderful Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, in Atlantic City, all ready knew this entire3 future here will be unfolding, just as it is. She told me on the 29th of January, that she planned to come back, and when the time was perfectly set in HER plans, SHE would rub elbows with Apollo (Nick) in HIS lifetime now, and keep HIM from injuring me to badly. HE was the one all along who did all of this stuff to me, the air conditioning slam in Media, Pennsylvania, and all of it. HE indeed gave me a horrendous attack, and HE used the world and its existing forces in order to accomplish this powerful ass mission. Confusion is HIS most powerful awesome weapon. With it, it is just like the aliens on Planet Tallos-4 from the show on television that lead up to the creation of the original and very first “Star Trek” show. Hay, I have nothing against anyone and never did. Call me nuts or a diseased prick bastard, it is just that I don't enjoy being messed with and having my life totally and utterly wiped out and obliterated since childhood. So much more will be talked about, this has been another extremely hard and very lousy week, so I need to eat and relax for right freaking now peeps.
Way more is coming, if you all can handle it, so if not, switch over to the blogs of Misses Tiny Wee, and her Indianan fruit recipes, or the diaries of Joey Browny and his 50 dogs. This is not the freaking blog for you. Remember people, I told you that the roaring market and the Washington 13 retribution was all a reality. I told Gina and all other readers that the DOW JONES will be forever climbing and that the cheating Flyers Hockey team will never stop cheating with ICPE and naturally, endlessly winning.
End Transmission:
ELEVEN AT NIGHT ON THE 3RD OF FEBRUARY
THURSDAY, 2011, HERE AT MY RESIDENCE
THE 26TH STREET GHETTOS OF FORT PIERCE,
FLORIDA, USAESMWG
WORLD LABS SBT-DATFILE: 020311.960
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
How I have this computer and who bought it for me will remain secret for the time being. Lives could be in a lot of danger. Also beginning now on this blog, no more text writing will be done, I am tired of all the wavy lines, for now I am accepting that society is controlling the every move and direction of the population, and we all are quite obviously powerless to do anything about it. I suppose that you know my Morians and other readers that it is so funny and beyond amazing, how the majority of us all now does 'in fact know', but just gave up. We know we all are under the total control of the wealthiest scum bag world owners who sold all of us down the river and fully intend to make slaves out of us, if they have not basically all ready accomplished their goal even as I stinking speak. Oh but those little things still do count to us little squashed people. Just being able 2 blog again from the comfort of my nice ghetto home without trekking over to the public library, only to be annoyed perpetually, if not by “Stink-Boy”, or machines all hogged up, or annoyers next to my work station, and so much more.
I said one little thing about the 'Washington politics' on my last blog the other day from the library, and POW, the very next day, my bosses there cut my hours down from 25 to 18, a 7 hour weekly loss, as I am in a government funded program of employment through the AARP system. But it was totally OK for a ‘powerful person’ of the world such as Dick Wolf to make the big statement that agrees totally with me and MORIANITY, made just tonight on one of the 3 L&O episodes, about how the jury nullification was the fault of, and I quote, “Dow Jones”. I'm pretty sure it was the final of the three episodes ending at just shy of seven PM.
Tomorrow, the internet will be installed, if things go according to plan, and this is something I never can count on under my horrific HUNTINGTON CURSE, the Comcast Cable Company will be hooking me up to the internet system. This is no a later insert. They did.
Speaking of system recovery and computers, several things lost on my ‘poofed’ out last blog that never made it out to the world, will be discussed on this blog. One thing of great importance that I discussed and was lost is that psychic power and psychics are real, the handful of them that are real that is, as yes, the great majority of them are merely con job artists. If I ever could show and prove to this world some of the shit that I have seen and witnessed, it would blow society away overnight, despite all of Hollywood and their attempt to mind control the population and dominate the entire sociological structure.
I was discussing the world of psychics and supernatural powers to use the accepted wordage and terminology. I remember the poofed out blog saying that all though the great majority of 'shingle hangers' are total frauds as Patrick Jane would put it, on the television show, “The Mentalist”, the realities of what I have personally witnessed over 40 plus years since early teen aged days of my current lifetime or dream-down off of the Astral Plane, are in fact that despite this, real power is out there, real unknown forces are indeed at work, and extremely unbelievable bullshit is happening all around us all, at all times. This occurs more or less at varying times throughout the surface area of Planet Earth as well as with each and every passing second and minute of time. The forces that are beyond blog words and explanations at least for right now, interconnect with the few powerful people who indeed have learned certain mystical truths, and indeed do practice them. These truths include controllable somnambulism or dominant exploratron traveling, all forms of Total I-Ching or TIC, and not the crackers which is another way of employing the term that I admit to inventing called, SPACE-TIME-MIND or (STM), playing around on the Astral Plane, and a lot more items way to freaking lengthy 2 list right now. Paula Uwich from Glendora, New Jersey, USAESMWG is definitely one of these persons, and many others are indeed out there, no matter how many Patrick Jane's say otherwise. Blog works that follow this one will get way more specific than this, for right now this must suffice. There is is my wonderful pal Nicky. If he is not a great powerful one, then who is, do any of you really archive and read these blogs, try since early 2008 for the sake of the gods, YO??????? But the hugest thing is not this topic or point and where it will all lead up to or into as time marches along. The real powerful words are what now follow:
In the 1960's, my wonderful Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, in Atlantic City, all ready knew this entire3 future here will be unfolding, just as it is. She told me on the 29th of January, that she planned to come back, and when the time was perfectly set in HER plans, SHE would rub elbows with Apollo (Nick) in HIS lifetime now, and keep HIM from injuring me to badly. HE was the one all along who did all of this stuff to me, the air conditioning slam in Media, Pennsylvania, and all of it. HE indeed gave me a horrendous attack, and HE used the world and its existing forces in order to accomplish this powerful ass mission. Confusion is HIS most powerful awesome weapon. With it, it is just like the aliens on Planet Tallos-4 from the show on television that lead up to the creation of the original and very first “Star Trek” show. Hay, I have nothing against anyone and never did. Call me nuts or a diseased prick bastard, it is just that I don't enjoy being messed with and having my life totally and utterly wiped out and obliterated since childhood. So much more will be talked about, this has been another extremely hard and very lousy week, so I need to eat and relax for right freaking now peeps.
Way more is coming, if you all can handle it, so if not, switch over to the blogs of Misses Tiny Wee, and her Indianan fruit recipes, or the diaries of Joey Browny and his 50 dogs. This is not the freaking blog for you. Remember people, I told you that the roaring market and the Washington 13 retribution was all a reality. I told Gina and all other readers that the DOW JONES will be forever climbing and that the cheating Flyers Hockey team will never stop cheating with ICPE and naturally, endlessly winning.
End Transmission:
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
safe journal, chapter 0058
WORST FUCKING DAY OF MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE
MAJOR COMPUTER MOTHER FUCKING HACK
MY ENTIRE BLOG DESTROYED, VANISHED
3 PAGES POOFED OUT, GONE
ATTEMPTED FUCKING REDO:
SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 0058
WORLD LABS OF 2294-SBT-DATFILE-020111.610
Start:
CHEMTRAILS R WORSE THAN THEY HAVE EVER BEEN IN MY MOTHER FUCKING LIFE.
VIDEO HACK ON MY REMOTE DVD-VCR EQUIPMENT AT JUST SHY OF ELEVEN THIS MORNING.
COMPUTER HACKING OFF THE FUCKING SCALE.
Somebody did not want what I said, fucking said!!!!! It poofed off when I told how Scylla knew that Diana’s brother Apollo, would fuck with me all throughout my life. Then she intervened. I had a super blog, and ‘they’ fucking destroyed it, or the MILLIONTH COUNCIL or the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES did.
I began by talking about a woman and a child and the year of 1978, and how Benjamin Franklin was taken up 2 the year of 1978 and 2 the Jackson Township, New Jersey amusement park called the GREAT ADVENTURE THEME PARK. Also I talked about how my high school where I went in 1966, 1967, and 1968, in Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, is so totally fucking involved in all of this. Oh the mighty Linda Achilles, sometimes I wonder if I could purchase a new automobile if I had ten lousy cents 4 every recording artist who ever telephoned my house since the year of 1978. I guarantee if it was used and I got a good deal, I would, so move over Rob Hartley. The siege I am under is because Scylla showed me a gigantic new reality, just hours after posting my last blog called, ‘Safe Journal Chapter 0057’. I know what I know and how real it all is. I am living through this fucking diseased ass nightmare.
I will not miss this fucking library, as I will not need it after this Friday. None of U need 2 fucking know any more than this. These {{((BUT))}} hacks, wipe out poof attack hacks, and so many more, FUCK-U, as there will B no one 2 fuck with me as I then will B doing all of my blogging from my fucking residence. HA-HA-HA!!!!
I always knew there was a powerful reason 4 the effect that dog in the Alaskan movie had on me back in late September of 1971 in Exton, Pennsylvania. Every time a quarter ass century passes, I have 2 go through this shit all over again, right Ziggy??? Now if Dawn does not throw any more tables into my face, or I do not move into Indian River County, and I do not take any more rides on any NASA choppers, ***OR***, fall 4 any more family tricks of skin-poisoning, I should B able 2 resume shit and pick up where it all left off around middle August or slightly earlier, back in mother fucking two thousand and freaking eight. None of U have a clue what is going on, even I am clueless 2 so much. I have learned that Christians R totally full of fucking shit about SATAN not being able 2 travel in the 4th and the 5th fucking dimensions. I TOTALLY KNOW THAT HE CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UR totally clueless 2 what is going on everywhere I go and with anything that ever in any remotest possible way is ever connected with me. This is definitely including the Harvest Outreach place here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG.
I totally got your message. Thank U4 spending the entire night with me, first at exactly 10:30 PM on the 28th, and then all throughout the later night and into the morning of the 29th. U really R and will always B, my Sarah-Stacey Krassle, there is no doubt about that in my mind, and the heck with Miss Chillie or any of ‘his’ other pals. Try keeping him in line today; he is totally wiping me out. Thank U so very much. Yes of course the creators of ‘L&O’ R in with the RIAA, the proof indeed as U said is the Brad Messenger joy drink of 1969, I love the way U put it, U really made me laugh. I love the way U can find humor in so many horrific things. UR my hero Scylla. All I can do is hang in there and yet at the same time, not copy my relative, Mister Arthur Huntington. That is not the way that I want 2 ‘hang in there’, that is totally 4 sure, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The other blog that enemies wiped out talked about the “HUNTINGTON-CURSE”. I do not remember the exact things that I said, when and if I do at a later time, I will then print it.
As 4 the money or the 100 dollar bill with Franklin’s face on it, at the amusement park in North New Jersey, the great Linda Achilles knows a lot more about me than Haddonwood Swim club, Tony Zenun, mile high roller coasters, PITSY 4 and 5 years, and knocking my song off the number one Country Indy Charts in 1998. She has several girlfriends, and all from Haddonfield, in New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy (USAESMWG). One was in the education world, and the other was connected with a small town restaurant where I had applied 4 a cook’s helper’s job back in the summertime in the year of 1975. The United States Copyright Office totally knows ‘what’s wrong’, and has in both the years of 1984, 1975, and today in 2011. They will most likely say they do not, as we all tend 2 deny stuff if we think that in so doing, it is more advisable and acceptable sociologically. Still Joan Laplane from Haddonwood knows some of my hidden talents. This does not change the fact that Tony Zenun owes me money. But then, some debts R trade offs and hush money, still, I can totally relate. I do not know how Thomas Reale can fucking live with his ugly miserable child molester self over in Somers Point, New Jersey. But then, I cannot crawl into the sick minds of most persons occupying this world of upchuck.
I TOLD U GINA, AND I TOLD U EVERYBODY ELSE, AS LONG AS ‘THEY’ HAVE ME 2 FUCKING PICK ON AND RELENTLESSLY PERSECUTE, DAY AND NIGHT, YEAR AFTER YEAR SINCE 1986, THE FLYERS WILL GO ON WINNING AND WINNING AND B FIRST PLACE CHEATING HOCKEY BOYS, AND THE CHEATING STOCK MARKET AND DOW JONES WILL JUST CLIMB UP HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER, FOREVER AND FOREVER. I TOLD U EVERYBODY, AND I WAS FUCKING TOTALLY FUCKING RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RIGHT????????????????? Yes it all came back Mister President, but how does this help MAIN STREET, KIND SIR??????????????????????????? When the markets were allowed 2 totally crash in 1939 as they did not have me 2 pick on then and use ICPE-PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY against me through the bombardment of vicious persecution and detestable abominable harassment, the rich fell as they should have in 2008, and would have if certain peeps had remembered their true heritage and where they really came from. Washington will always B Washington, and I learned this from a man who totally understood science and numbers quite well, DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well there was the Firemall and the monster ass tapes, the high school robbery, the Phillies World Series Parade, the Lakehouse choke holds, the get hypno’d at all costs, and then there were so many other can games that this dude ran on me throughout his current lifetime, from tire rim bullshit 2 the totally unbloggable. However, Scylla told me not 2 mention them, so I cannot. So, “Dear Diary”, I can say this fucking much. She is back again, the second coming of the SAR, 2 keep this evil bastard in check and out of my hair. So far, it appears that things R not going totally as SHE planned after leaving me in July of 1969. So skate on Linda, and say hello 2 Leo Quigley and the Guv 4 me, after all, can I ever escape certain initials that R born out of Jim Burr and the Millionth Council, and the list does indeed march right along.
Then there was the topic of vehicles that move on realms long after they stop moving on this physical one. The problem with trying 2 explain in real good scientific detail just what is happening, is that I am awake here in this place, along with 7 or 8 billion peeps having a wild dreaming interaction and believe it is real. My PEE knows better, and that is Y she was able 2 invent the EBDS (E-BAY DELIVERY SYSTEM), but then, they will keep her locked up at the Egg Harbor City detention center until she is 18, and then the gods only know what the authorities will do with my very special daughter, on the 29th of September of 2016.
No matter what happens, I will B telling huge secrets very soon, and most likely end up disappearing, vanishing, and poofing out, perhaps landing wherever my many blog texts do, on the other side of the fucking stinking MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. If U should decide 2 GOOGLE up this topic, U will get many view and ideas, and nobody has a small clue who and what they R, well, except 4 Dick Wolf. Crack open those cases, they R right there, hiding and smelling so bad.
Now 2 further continue a bit about the Astral-Plane term of the Fahrenkay: These R what groups of politicians R labeled there, when converted into the English Earth awake world. The Olympian god named Gene Roddenberry knew all about them. They R groups of adversaries who plan 2 oppose the current officers of the Millionth-Council, at the next Kalpa, or election period. They make hideous monstrous plans against all peeps they need 2, or really, entities, in order 2 get their way. This reminded me so much of my life and all its bullshit and con jobs by experts the other night while viewing a NEXT GENERATION STAR TREK television show, that it sent me into uncontrollable tears 4 several hours. Anyone with any heart or soul or conscience knows what is being said here, and knows the total bastard fucking scum I am facing every day at the hands of these sick monster jerk off sewer water lappers.
Yes SSJK, U spent the entire night with me on the 29th, back in January, and I will never B able 2 adequately or properly thank U. In all of the interactions that U have given me since 1997 with the 2 letters of the great Millionth-Council, never have U made me so happy.
Well, guess who is here, STINK BOY, and his stink is putrid, so let me make my exit, I will never B blogging here again, so fuck all of U!!!!!!! BYE-BYE!!!!!!!
STOP:
MAJOR COMPUTER MOTHER FUCKING HACK
MY ENTIRE BLOG DESTROYED, VANISHED
3 PAGES POOFED OUT, GONE
ATTEMPTED FUCKING REDO:
SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 0058
WORLD LABS OF 2294-SBT-DATFILE-020111.610
Start:
CHEMTRAILS R WORSE THAN THEY HAVE EVER BEEN IN MY MOTHER FUCKING LIFE.
VIDEO HACK ON MY REMOTE DVD-VCR EQUIPMENT AT JUST SHY OF ELEVEN THIS MORNING.
COMPUTER HACKING OFF THE FUCKING SCALE.
Somebody did not want what I said, fucking said!!!!! It poofed off when I told how Scylla knew that Diana’s brother Apollo, would fuck with me all throughout my life. Then she intervened. I had a super blog, and ‘they’ fucking destroyed it, or the MILLIONTH COUNCIL or the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES did.
I began by talking about a woman and a child and the year of 1978, and how Benjamin Franklin was taken up 2 the year of 1978 and 2 the Jackson Township, New Jersey amusement park called the GREAT ADVENTURE THEME PARK. Also I talked about how my high school where I went in 1966, 1967, and 1968, in Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, is so totally fucking involved in all of this. Oh the mighty Linda Achilles, sometimes I wonder if I could purchase a new automobile if I had ten lousy cents 4 every recording artist who ever telephoned my house since the year of 1978. I guarantee if it was used and I got a good deal, I would, so move over Rob Hartley. The siege I am under is because Scylla showed me a gigantic new reality, just hours after posting my last blog called, ‘Safe Journal Chapter 0057’. I know what I know and how real it all is. I am living through this fucking diseased ass nightmare.
I will not miss this fucking library, as I will not need it after this Friday. None of U need 2 fucking know any more than this. These {{((BUT))}} hacks, wipe out poof attack hacks, and so many more, FUCK-U, as there will B no one 2 fuck with me as I then will B doing all of my blogging from my fucking residence. HA-HA-HA!!!!
I always knew there was a powerful reason 4 the effect that dog in the Alaskan movie had on me back in late September of 1971 in Exton, Pennsylvania. Every time a quarter ass century passes, I have 2 go through this shit all over again, right Ziggy??? Now if Dawn does not throw any more tables into my face, or I do not move into Indian River County, and I do not take any more rides on any NASA choppers, ***OR***, fall 4 any more family tricks of skin-poisoning, I should B able 2 resume shit and pick up where it all left off around middle August or slightly earlier, back in mother fucking two thousand and freaking eight. None of U have a clue what is going on, even I am clueless 2 so much. I have learned that Christians R totally full of fucking shit about SATAN not being able 2 travel in the 4th and the 5th fucking dimensions. I TOTALLY KNOW THAT HE CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UR totally clueless 2 what is going on everywhere I go and with anything that ever in any remotest possible way is ever connected with me. This is definitely including the Harvest Outreach place here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG.
I totally got your message. Thank U4 spending the entire night with me, first at exactly 10:30 PM on the 28th, and then all throughout the later night and into the morning of the 29th. U really R and will always B, my Sarah-Stacey Krassle, there is no doubt about that in my mind, and the heck with Miss Chillie or any of ‘his’ other pals. Try keeping him in line today; he is totally wiping me out. Thank U so very much. Yes of course the creators of ‘L&O’ R in with the RIAA, the proof indeed as U said is the Brad Messenger joy drink of 1969, I love the way U put it, U really made me laugh. I love the way U can find humor in so many horrific things. UR my hero Scylla. All I can do is hang in there and yet at the same time, not copy my relative, Mister Arthur Huntington. That is not the way that I want 2 ‘hang in there’, that is totally 4 sure, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The other blog that enemies wiped out talked about the “HUNTINGTON-CURSE”. I do not remember the exact things that I said, when and if I do at a later time, I will then print it.
As 4 the money or the 100 dollar bill with Franklin’s face on it, at the amusement park in North New Jersey, the great Linda Achilles knows a lot more about me than Haddonwood Swim club, Tony Zenun, mile high roller coasters, PITSY 4 and 5 years, and knocking my song off the number one Country Indy Charts in 1998. She has several girlfriends, and all from Haddonfield, in New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy (USAESMWG). One was in the education world, and the other was connected with a small town restaurant where I had applied 4 a cook’s helper’s job back in the summertime in the year of 1975. The United States Copyright Office totally knows ‘what’s wrong’, and has in both the years of 1984, 1975, and today in 2011. They will most likely say they do not, as we all tend 2 deny stuff if we think that in so doing, it is more advisable and acceptable sociologically. Still Joan Laplane from Haddonwood knows some of my hidden talents. This does not change the fact that Tony Zenun owes me money. But then, some debts R trade offs and hush money, still, I can totally relate. I do not know how Thomas Reale can fucking live with his ugly miserable child molester self over in Somers Point, New Jersey. But then, I cannot crawl into the sick minds of most persons occupying this world of upchuck.
I TOLD U GINA, AND I TOLD U EVERYBODY ELSE, AS LONG AS ‘THEY’ HAVE ME 2 FUCKING PICK ON AND RELENTLESSLY PERSECUTE, DAY AND NIGHT, YEAR AFTER YEAR SINCE 1986, THE FLYERS WILL GO ON WINNING AND WINNING AND B FIRST PLACE CHEATING HOCKEY BOYS, AND THE CHEATING STOCK MARKET AND DOW JONES WILL JUST CLIMB UP HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER, FOREVER AND FOREVER. I TOLD U EVERYBODY, AND I WAS FUCKING TOTALLY FUCKING RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RIGHT????????????????? Yes it all came back Mister President, but how does this help MAIN STREET, KIND SIR??????????????????????????? When the markets were allowed 2 totally crash in 1939 as they did not have me 2 pick on then and use ICPE-PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY against me through the bombardment of vicious persecution and detestable abominable harassment, the rich fell as they should have in 2008, and would have if certain peeps had remembered their true heritage and where they really came from. Washington will always B Washington, and I learned this from a man who totally understood science and numbers quite well, DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well there was the Firemall and the monster ass tapes, the high school robbery, the Phillies World Series Parade, the Lakehouse choke holds, the get hypno’d at all costs, and then there were so many other can games that this dude ran on me throughout his current lifetime, from tire rim bullshit 2 the totally unbloggable. However, Scylla told me not 2 mention them, so I cannot. So, “Dear Diary”, I can say this fucking much. She is back again, the second coming of the SAR, 2 keep this evil bastard in check and out of my hair. So far, it appears that things R not going totally as SHE planned after leaving me in July of 1969. So skate on Linda, and say hello 2 Leo Quigley and the Guv 4 me, after all, can I ever escape certain initials that R born out of Jim Burr and the Millionth Council, and the list does indeed march right along.
Then there was the topic of vehicles that move on realms long after they stop moving on this physical one. The problem with trying 2 explain in real good scientific detail just what is happening, is that I am awake here in this place, along with 7 or 8 billion peeps having a wild dreaming interaction and believe it is real. My PEE knows better, and that is Y she was able 2 invent the EBDS (E-BAY DELIVERY SYSTEM), but then, they will keep her locked up at the Egg Harbor City detention center until she is 18, and then the gods only know what the authorities will do with my very special daughter, on the 29th of September of 2016.
No matter what happens, I will B telling huge secrets very soon, and most likely end up disappearing, vanishing, and poofing out, perhaps landing wherever my many blog texts do, on the other side of the fucking stinking MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. If U should decide 2 GOOGLE up this topic, U will get many view and ideas, and nobody has a small clue who and what they R, well, except 4 Dick Wolf. Crack open those cases, they R right there, hiding and smelling so bad.
Now 2 further continue a bit about the Astral-Plane term of the Fahrenkay: These R what groups of politicians R labeled there, when converted into the English Earth awake world. The Olympian god named Gene Roddenberry knew all about them. They R groups of adversaries who plan 2 oppose the current officers of the Millionth-Council, at the next Kalpa, or election period. They make hideous monstrous plans against all peeps they need 2, or really, entities, in order 2 get their way. This reminded me so much of my life and all its bullshit and con jobs by experts the other night while viewing a NEXT GENERATION STAR TREK television show, that it sent me into uncontrollable tears 4 several hours. Anyone with any heart or soul or conscience knows what is being said here, and knows the total bastard fucking scum I am facing every day at the hands of these sick monster jerk off sewer water lappers.
Yes SSJK, U spent the entire night with me on the 29th, back in January, and I will never B able 2 adequately or properly thank U. In all of the interactions that U have given me since 1997 with the 2 letters of the great Millionth-Council, never have U made me so happy.
Well, guess who is here, STINK BOY, and his stink is putrid, so let me make my exit, I will never B blogging here again, so fuck all of U!!!!!!! BYE-BYE!!!!!!!
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