SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0006

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
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“SAFE JOURNAL”-BLOG CHAPTER #0006, SUBTITLED:
“EATING WAVES AND PARTICLES 4 BREAKFAST, MAXWELL”
Beginning Transmission;


Knowing that all of this is no more than a bunch of particles and waves, and that my conscious awake mind is nothing more than some sort of a cosmic radio scanner-tuner that divides this reality somehow by the speed of light times the speed of light, changes nothing about how going through this life makes one feel, or suffer, or whatever, NOT ONE MOTHER FUCKING CHRISTLESS GODSDAMN MIKE SOTTAS THING, YO, powerful arm breaking punches and all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not one person alive on this world of pure solidified hurl would believe me if I told U all that is going on since I posted up my blog last Saturday afternoon, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

B4I start, the foundation here that absolutely must B built in order 4 all the rest of today’s blog story 2 make better sense 2 anyone reading, and especially Terry of Egg Harbor in New Jersey, the magic land of gone missing traveling exploratrons that take things 2 the next level, Doctor Bruceberg. U may not understand all or parts of this foundation that now will B constructed here with materials called words, but here goes, as I know it is utterly necessary and of the utmost importance 4 me 2 say all of this B4 beginning bigger shit that believe me folks, all connects and fits together 100%+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First this foundation will open by my telling and reiterating what I know definitely that I did in fact all ready tell, and on repeated occasion on many a past and prior blogging text, and so here goes, BRO. All places that I ever come 2 work in , or come 2 live at, R all ready known about by powerful ASTRAL PLANE GODS, and all ready, infiltrated by what I will full liberties today and term, “PRE-FIXED STRONGHOLDS”. I tend 2 put things into military terms and lingo Captain Kahnkirk, I realize this ol’ buddy, and gee I wonder YI do this, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Funy-funy-funny, huh Sheila Longhair Franklin!!!!! Yeah, we will get a lot fucking funnier as this blog goes on, huh Captain the Game Player and fam??????????????????????? 600 years, 600 love slaves, and the Capitol of my nation in Roman Numeration of DC, wow, if it really does or could in fact get any better than all of this, DreamWorks peeps, U just show me freaking how-so, wouldya????????? Did any of U ever notice how when U buy a bag of popcorn that most non total pig out eaters never eat the entire thing in one sitting, and then try and reseal the remaining and uneaten popcorn when UR all finished eating what U want at the time, that the bag is always totally made 2 self destruct and got the very idea or maybe the other way around, the show getting the idea from popcorn bags, called “Mission Impossible”, not the modern bull shit shows or movies, I am talking the real talent here, the original sixties and into the early seventies show with Barney and mister Phelps, YO???????????? I decided sometime early this week 2 mention this 4 totally different reasons, yet reasons that pertained 2 a powerful other point that is all wrapped up with the teachings of MOUNTAINPEN and MORIANITY. Then I had just finished the prior evening eating a bag of popcorn where this indeed occurred, and now was going 2 eat some more popcorn and opened up a 2nd bag, as I had bought 2 large popcorn bags back last weekend. In my memory of being a popcorn eater, 4 the very first time, the bag not only did not literally fall apart faster than the contents of the product could even B eaten, but after I had finished the entire bag on the next day, the memories of this powerful shit hit me hard of how I was gonna blog this thing about these popcorn bags, and when the bag was totally empty of even the final and very last crumbs of tiny pieces of the popcorn, I grabbed this bag and pulled at it 4 all it was worth, and nothing, it was as though I was trying 2 tear up solid thin steel. Waves and particles, what do they have 2 do with entities in some Astral Heaven Realm, and the games that I have claimed that they endlessly play, in order 2 avoid thinking and dwelling on a hellish nightmare situation that existence never starts nor does it stops, it simply is, and that is simply because time itself is only real seemingly, in TIME REALMS, such as right here with us and U reading these words, whoever U may B????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, the foundation is gonna start thickening up as I move this right along now, despite not directly responding 2 my very own posed query at this exact point Senator Jacobson White!!!!!!!!!!!!! As some may or may not know, I do not discuss at all, the U-tube thing or the ‘apology song’ that I was supposed 2 write and broadcast 2 the Planet EARTH. Let me remind some that know some of all of this hell in my life, that in the place I am working through the American Association of Retired Persons, or the “AARP”, we have a public address system, and like many places, they tend 2 play radio broadcasts over it. I told my blogging audience and my new life journal now as well, that is hopefully safer from the clutches of peeps like KING, MCGUIRE, and DAGAMA, and “OTHERS POWERFUL SCOTT RANSOMITES”, Mister Car Watergate Bugged Millhouse; how I heard an all ready brand new and just released song out on this station that was put through the PA system at this place where I worked, and so now I figure that there simply is now need 4 me 2 do this stupid thing, as I do not feel I have anything 2 apologize 4 in the first place, things happen, and I did not hear anyone saying the word no, or I would most likely still B on Rikers Island. I was worried that I was gonna go 2 Rikers Island until 1993 ran around, 7 years later. Now of course I know that Rikers Island was never in the possible menu of that night, and things were all preplanned and fixed, long B4 the sun ever burned in space. Still, I really do not think that U-tubing this powerful event would B in my best interest, and was very happy that an all ready existing song about a dude apologizing 2 a girl, was just released and out there, and by an all ready famous recording artist, so I know it has been played all over and heard numerous times by numerous peeps the world or at least the national area over. So I got onto the blog and told all this, and said I am not gonna have any more 2 do with this nonsense. Instantly, beginning with the very next morning that I went 2 work at this place, instead of some average music station, the PA was broadcasting a religious station, one of those hell fire preaching type stations with lots of screaming, and the Lord this and the Lord that, YO!!!!!!!!! Some powerful force where I work, at this pre-fixed location from B4 my birth and long B4 that, instantly, had any and all radio access 2 me, blocked and ‘terminated’, U would have been proud, Governor Schwarzenegger, sir!!!!!! If things were even just a tiny bit less obvious and blatant and continuous over decades of time with me, not years, DECADES, peeps, I could try at least 2 maintain possible objectivity that random things indeed can B occurring, but not with this endless fucking bullshit, but UR merely asking me 2 buy into shit that I totally fucking refuse 2 keep buying into. I don’t give a flying fucking rats Christ eating ass if the Pope, the President, and the top 100 stars in this diseased little world all told me 2, fuck all of these peeps, I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I KNOW, and that ends the matter, period, Fred Sanford!!!!!!!!!!!!! The other day, back earlier this week, after I left and punched out, I returned back 2 purchase a few grocery items, and guess what, regular music radio was back playing through the public address, wow am I just a paranoid whack job nut case peeps, OYR!!! (OH YEAH, RIGHT).

The foundation is laid 4 much more foundation as well as lots of things yet 2B told lads and lassies and Lab Retriever Dogs, don’t B jealous little Midge, I love U!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow did that break poor Dawn’s heart that day shortly B4 my kidnapping, but let me go on from that point with this, as it further is building more structure and solidity in the larger foundations. I really did love that little bastard. She was one great dog, but when she attacked Ann King’s precious birds, that was the end of poor whittle Midge. Poor Dawn, OYR, poor all of U, all of the Vasco Da Gama descendants, sheeeeiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At the risk of Sarah Jacobson returning 2 me again at 22, as she can any time she so desires, let me just tell the most powerful monster ass tale in the world now, and some few Einstein’s out here all ready R most likely wondering when my light bulb was ever gonna go on, well it went on, so fucking there, YO!!!!!!!!! Right in the short 60 day or so time in 2008, not 2006, a typo on a recent blog when I discussed Dawn Marie King escaping the Secaucus Rehabilitation Clinic legitimately via the cleverest and most cunning plan that ever was hatched or devised on Planet freaking Earth, yet by any criminal, at least in my opinion aniwho, I really have believed in all of this after-time since this hell was given me, in the final third of the oh-Marola-8 year, but yes, it was not oh-6, it was oh-8, and all this time since, I believed totally that one single reason was behind this powerful plan 2 wipe me out and kidnap me into their evil fold and family. This plan being, 2 interfere with my public outcries of personal injustices through and by way of internet blogging. I am not ruling out that some of this is part of things, but it was far from the big picture here. The big picture is that I am totally mother fucking forbidden 2 things in this powerful fucking HUNTINGTON CURSE, really one thing, PLEASURE. Breaking this down into the 2 normal ingredients that bring varying degrees of pleasure 2 peeps living their lives physically in this rotten world, this translates 4 the heterosexual male, as women, and money. U cannot have women without money, nor can U have anything at all, it costs money just 2 exist and B in this fucking evil sin cursed world, and it always has. I had been communicating with a fellow named Larry, President of a Large and Tall Women Dating Club, where men that R small and want a monster ass Queen 4 a girlfriend and perhaps more, join his club, and I had joined it. Also, I had recently come up with a dynamite networking plan 4 use on the internet, and between these 2 things, my enemy, JUST AS THEY MOTHER FUCKING DID 2 ME IN 1986, they wiped me out and totally fucking DESTROYED MY FUCKIJNG ASS, POW, BOOM, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS, and only this, was what really happened in clear hindsight now figured out this very fucking week, in 2008, and when in 1986 I won big money playing roulette professionally in the New Jersey casinos down in fucking Atlantic City, that was the activator button on the monster machine called the HUNTINGTON CURSE. Things just ‘blew right up in my face’, 2 quote the great Law and Order man, JACK MCCOY!!!!!!!!! Hence, I AM NOT ALLOWED NORMACY OR ANY HAPPINESS, AS I AM UNDER A VICIOUS FUCKING HORIFFIC MONSTROUS CURSE; AND I AM THE ONE THAT’S CARRYING THIS FUCKING CURSE IN THIS FUCKING GENERATION 4 MY FILTHY ROTTEN FUCKING DISEASED DIRT BAG SNOOTY FAMILY!!!!!!!!! Anyone that does not believe in “FAMILY CURSES”, and YO, I am learning how the fucking internet works, huh Paul Evans Pedersen of STUDIO PARK RECORDS, SIR, but 4 those that scoff and make fun of things running in families, U need 2 get some books on genetics and biology, as behavior and psychiatric traits as well as many physical characteristics that indeed makes all of us exactly who and what we R here in the material worlds, RUNS THROUGH OUR FAMILIES, through the magical CHAIN of chemical magic known 2 the scientific community as DNA. If all of this can run through our genes and make us what we all R, do not tell me 2 doubt any fucking “FAMILY CURSE”, OR CROOKED BUSINESS PARTNERS, OR HOW THE Google Engine and the internet systems all work, well U taught me all this big boy Paul, remember pal, U said that “I need 2 learn that it all is a system, and that I better learn 2 play the game or else I’d B in lots of trouble”, well, buddy, U were no fucking liar, not ON THAT ONE, BRO!!!!!!!!! I am learning more every mother fucking rotten stinking diseased day ladies and gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!! I remember a lot, and plan 2 do this networking thing, fuck the girls, I have no need 4 any of that shit, nor one tiny bit of interest. I am an old man and couldn’t fucking care less about women, so let us use the hands we have O’Jay Simpson, and try and remain out of the Bennett Hotel, as well as Rikers, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The enemy has placed physically powerful and giant sluts all around me, they make me look like a tiny frail piece of onion paper, and can do shit with one hand that I cannot do in my wildest imagination with both hands. I literally am in a nightmare hell. I have aggressive girls all around me, as well as those that hate me, and some of these aggressive peeps R not anywhere near legal age. In fact, strange things R happening with children around me, and not just in one gender, but both with girls and boys. But I obviously can say no more about any of this, again, Florida has their ‘Riker’s Islands just as does New freaking York. Spurious shit happens on a minute 2 minute fucking basis, and if it all suddenly stopped, I would simply not know what 2 do or even how 2 fucking properly react. I would most likely fall down in a full drunken stupor, without so much as one drop of alcohol entering into my body. I am no Da Gama descendant, and I do not abuse any substances. No really peeps, I would B so shocked and surprises with or without any Donna summer’s or radios or songs, and wow, does that round robin right back into the point and issue of this days’ freaking ass bwog, Elmer ass hole Fwudd, whaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The powers and forces around me have totally interfered with the weather of the United States and especially the weather here in Florida. Especially with all this heat, and never any real decent electrical storms happening. Just last night, Diana woke me up and flashed a couple of times, and was around me a short while the other day, but no more 6 days in a row with powerful lovely bolts so close that I could feel my blond love doll literally tingle me just by stepping outside on the wet grass, how I love my beautiful electron, I always have, and I always will. Clock attacks with Jane Shitscumdisease R off the scale, the bitch nailed me just B4 coming here 2 the library, and I have been so fucking careful 2 avoid seeing her miserable fucking rotten ones.

Everything I say is being monitored by some group where I work, I have come 2 know this, it is undeniable, there is no mistake about it, I do not think the person who tried 2 call my bluff and bet me the ten fucking grand is part of this, this is separate, IMHO. If by any chance, U or someone that is in with U, BIG BILL, is reading this, I know about the random car crash hospital experiments, and that both U and Dennis Snyder, my fake cuzz, were used as ‘subjects’. I know ALL about this shit, and I know a lot more than all of the authorities and powers and regulators and law makes on this diseased planet, think that I know, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U can take that straight 2 your ‘Chemical National Bank’, Uncle Heinz Gottwald of Long Island, U old snoot bag U!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Another vicious attack came on me back on Tuesday, but since where I work is the scene of all of this now most of the time and with most of these events, and since as I have told U, I know I am being closely monitored as far as what I am saying publicly online, I must B very careful and joint the WAYV-NJ Radio Club, huh big deadly dangerous Paula???? I despise public displays of affection, the scum bag cauk dude on the machine across from me and his not so cauk girlfriend R playing kissy-nasty, this is revolting and disgusting 2 me, this is a fucking library, not a fucking whorehouse, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As soon as I posted up last Saturday and drove over 2 South Beach, 4 a quick whittle swim in the damn ocean, the same MILITUFORCE ugly skinny long plane came right over me and then veered off after passing me low above me in the ocean, and in addition, a chopper was also making several passes over me, I saluted him, but was thinking, wow, your moms were sure terrific as Christless hellfire in bed the night B4, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Now 4 the wild ass monster power dream-interaction from several nights back, YO players: I fell into a quiet and peaceful sleep, and suddenly found me’ ol’ self in a large rectangle shaped room where a big banquet was taking place. The peeps that would B attending this event had not yet arrived and I was the worker who was fixing the places at each table setting, the numerous dishes and utensils, etcetera. In addition 2 all of this, there was a weird looking thin and extra tall glass that seemed 2B in sections, divided in 3 or 4 parts, and these were not empty, but filled up, and I was 2 place these around this huge table, all persons were 2 get one of them. There were some complex instructions and my boss, told me exactly what she wanted done with them, and it took me a while 2 totally catch on 2 what she wanted. My boss was none other than the greatest female recording artist of all time, here in the waking world, Mariah Carey. After I finally managed 2 complete this task, and as I speak, a super nasty left side death angel attack is striking me at just shy of 6 past 3 this afternoon. That was a major one, very intense as well as long lasting, but back 2 this wild interaction now. She told me 2 walk through the small door next 2 the main doors, and that ‘I would find myself in a small hallway that would lead me into a casino where many peeps were all playing the game of roulette that I fancied so much’, 2 quote here exactly. I did what she said and sure enough, this hallway bent around and seemed 2 slowly B leading me higher up as well, in elevation. Eventually it led me into an opening in a large wall, and dead ahead in front of me were endless roulette tables, thousands of them, I never saw anything like this here in this part of the hyperspace or any other one, so far, that my waking memory has recall of aniwho. Long Story Short, or (LSS), I went up 2 one of these tables, and noticed that at all of them, about 5-7 players were all seated, and 2 or 3 had shirts on that were identical, and read on their backs, “ULTIMATE ROULETTE PLAYER”. MC told me that I could learn how 2 play ULTIMATE ROULETTE, and that no one would tell me, but that I needed 2 carefully just observe the players that wore these shirts, and C what they do as the numbers keep popping in. Suddenly after what felt like about an hour’s worth of time in this powerful ‘dream’, I GOT IT. This was back last Saturday night around 11:30 or so, I was laying down on my bed and just dropped quietly away from this world. Suddenly I was in this banquet room with Mariah Carey, and she was my boss, and I had somehow known that she was not a recording artist or even had any interest at all in music, in this other universe in the hyperspace. As 4 the Ultimate roulette, it is mind boggling. Never ever, have I seen a system like this!!! It just gobbles up chips and never seems 2 fucking give them back 2 the house, all week I have been so busy surviving at my job and going home and playing this system in new games as well as applying many old game books that I brought down and managed 2 take with me out of the house that night on my escape trip here 2 Florida back last December twelfth.

But it is not the system that has me mind bent peeps, it is remembering all the shit that was taken away from me, not only all my worldly fucking possessions, but all the shit I could have maybe done 2 possibly help me finally escape this horrendous despicable Huntington Curse, the club run by Larry, and my networking plan on the internet. I intend 2 make all of this a reality, and I no longer need anybody’s fucking help. All of my enemies can burn up in hot fucking DOGTOWN; mortals use the word, HELL!!!!!!

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