SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 106---A, AND B

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 106
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

This paragraph here is an insert. This was posted last night until the transmission ended, then read the next following part, this is later on today when all mother fucking cunt eating hellfire broke out without any help from Mike Snotsy the match-man or Robert Matches McGuire.

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION: (This was sent back in time to last fucking night). MMMMMMMMMMMMM-All orders, hit them MAG!!!

Well everybody, the magic is in the year of 1969, as well as in all things. STM is all about this message, yet it is all about all things. How can this make sense to anyone except perhaps the great philosophers? Well, it does not have to make sense on an awake level, I need to send this text from where I live as Zeranniss Labber Jones far into negative space from this point, and nearly 1.72 quadrillion miles in any direction away, in any vibratory interaction where electrons and protons in-between these points are all in opposite charges; or another way to say this in your words peeps would be, “285 years in the future from the time this blog posts up”. Don't wet-out on me DJ Scummer!

Why is 1969 so major, some may ask? Well, the Eagles know, and not the football team, but there is a lot more to this, and some of the peeps that would also most definitely know quite a bit would be MISTER ANTON, his buddy, Ninny McKannon, Software Norton, Will McAfee the 'Systems Analyst', NASA, McDonnell Douglas, Jackson Baddriver, and Raytheon, as well as good ol' 37th-Pres-hatchet-man Charles Colson, Spell-checker Einstein, Freddy Windtunnels Thiefdude, matches McGuire and his gang in Somerdale, Mike Dirtbag Stosny and the Boys who now went onto become the 'older boys', right MC?, and on and on I could go, all through endless time, all though time is a pure illusion in a larger truer reality.

All I will say is that the world has now provided me with sufficient proof to take my claim into a court of law, which I will do, and name many plaintiffs, you will have to kill me, and I do not die. Also, when you make the mistake of doing this, you will be so sorry, it cannot be explained in words, you all have seen NOTHING YET, AL JOL!!!!!!!

I'll say one thing for both Paula, as well as Gawky, and that is, they know how to play the game real well. Well, laugh on, I am not playing, except for keeps. I was shown a monstrous thing that Paula did right after Christmas day ended in 1997, and as the days pass now, your second calendar being about 640 days from commencing, only as it grows nearer, you will grow sorrier for all of this, that is truth, just like Shuttles, World Series, Quakes, quivers, tremors, and other bullshit, only the trouble is that it is NOT bullshit, and there are those who know this totally. Believing 100 percent in something makes it happen, not asking anyone or any entity, just as I know 'Maggie' works for me, and that all though “I loved Diana”, and still do in this human-awake time world, Sarah-Stacey; I know all ready, that what I asked of you was wrong, YOU HAVE TOTALLY SHOWN ME THIS, and now I know what a fool I was to twist your powerful arm, brown eyes. You may not remember any of this, 'BUT I DO', © OFFICE! Yellow sheets of paper, I wish my world was filled with such hum-drum concerns and worries, YO. 'Thanx to the shadows', did I say nearly fourteen years ago? Why would I ever want to thank the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS, making up one third of the mighty and great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL? What do I have to thank them for; these LAMBRIGG CULTISTS from 2301, as 'awake-mortals' might perceive this false illusion of reality to be?

Ed, are you and BOO out of jail yet, and is Dawn, Letty, or anyone else in this lovely adorable family in yet??????????????????????

END TRANNY, OL' SWEET DARK HEARTED GRANNY, WHAAAAA!!! This is where this blog was supposed to end, all hell has mother fucking broken out since this post up. Now I will move up to the future at just past six tomorrow evening. Here we fucking go, along with Johnny Faster clocked again at 100 MPH-ALL READY. I am under a death attack, AND I NEED HELP, ROBERT MCDOWELL, OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, (FCC), SO PLEASE HELP YOUR OLD FRIEND FROM HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY.

It is now 032611.751, or a minute and a half past six this Saturday evening. I was jammed out again, starting at right around 3:25 PM on Cable Channel SOAP-NET, somebody does not like my viewing Beverly Hills 90210 or the Gilmore Girls. Gee, I wonder why not, RIAA-KEYBOARD, and Mariena Kennedy?????!!!!Frank Callio's wife does not have the name of Astral Flowers, although when I fucking died of a fatal heart attack back in late 2005 around Christmas time of course, and returned as peeps tend to do in my freaking diseased outlandish family, at the Cifaloglio Trucking place, in Folsom, New Jersey, USAESMWG, you might think that 'Rhea' and Frank had a lot more to do with this as well as WHITE sports car driven by sister-Sarah, huh Barnabas?????? Oh yes, bet on that one, as it was not in the script for no reason, Julia, before they get to me, you can bet I'll get to you!!!!!!!!!!!! Then on 'PEARL HARBOR DAY' BACK IN 1996, I had that powerful and 'blogged' interaction, where I suddenly was on TENNESSEE AVENUE with SARAH, and she came right up to me and said to me and I'll fucking quote it here on this blog, “Let's play a game boy, let's play Guess the Name of the Guests”. I turned around to my right and instantly saw a young Mary Tyler Moore from the SECRETS IOF THE ROSE GARDEN ion the FAMILY CHANNEL back then in the middle nineties circa, and she had her famous green dress on, the exact one from that episode that made all of us guys go totally gaga from her hit TV show in 1970, MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW. If Lou will grant me permission here to move on with this story now, MI, I will do so, and others, and yes, of course, 'GINA', who I now tell, that if the PHILLIES OR AND THE FLYERS in Philadelphia play a game fucking tonight, I ALL READY TOTALLY KNOW THAT THE PHILLIES WILL BE SLAUGHTERED AND PUMMELED, AND THE FLYERS WILL REIGN SUPREME AND FUCKING VICTORIOUS, YO!!

The 4th verse in my 1996 SARAH-song, written on 12 May, was responded to instantly after its early 1997 copyright, by my lovely brown eyed curly girl MI, and MCKINNON hates it. I have no power to change things Lenny Pissbreak Tapes.

{mAGNESONIc}, WHOEVER IS DOING THIS CONTINUAL UTILITY ATTACK WITRH MY COMCAST STUFF, VIDEO, AUDI, COMPUTER, ETCETERA, SCAN AND WIPE THEM OUT AND ALL THEIR FREAKING LOVED ONES, ALL GENERAL ORDWERS, ALL SPECDIAL ORDERS, ALL ADT AND ZDT TECKS.

You know the biggest fucking piss off of all, is that peeps think that I am the mother fucking bad guy, the aggressor, and one doing the shit. All I am doing is self preservation, I merely am fucking defending myself, any mother can relate, and mother can be interpreted any way that whoever is reading this feels it may apply to them in its meaning, YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There were many nights at Cifaloglio Trucking in the middle of the first decade of century-21, that were indescribably bizarre. Diana coming tio me with botrh HER mloon and HER lightning, the powwerful two rainbows, the dying and the visiattion where one side of the warehouse was colder than the other, and then winter turned into spring, loops, Stacey's, and endless infinities, and not to mention forgiveness, flowers, and Callio's. All symbols were all there the entire time, but being a mere human being there, BRUCE PENNOCK, and NOT OPERFECT, I was not able to piece things together at the necessary speed of life, as if I had indeed been able to do this, I would be sitting on top of the world and not in tears and under death hell siege, morning, 'noonan' night, Fucking Robert Cheatley Patterson of Lindenwold, New Jersey, USEASMWG, if you are still here in this dream, fellow cable TV 'enjoyer', YO!!!!!!!!!

SO ARE MARK AND SARAH THE ONLY TWO WHO KNOW THE DICTION? A child can tell you that the UNTITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE KNOWS THAT THIS IS ALL THE TOTAL ASS TRUTH. Don't hide, you can't hide, I know all about all of you, and so does Elder Hair and the Mormon Church, but other Smith's are part of my present time illusion 'right here and now', so we will leave THE-GREAT-1969 alone for right now, Tennessee Avenue hotels, Eagles non-football teams and other shit all notwithstanding, BRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes,MISTER Roddenberry, I know how to purge my computer, but thank you for time texting me the answer anyway last freaking evening, KIND SIR. Any more smiley faces, Prosecutor Ron Wirtz? Well, you at least get smiles, I get internet haste-pages, and DJ Donna Summer's. Ain't life GRAND, MIZZ BALLY???????? It amazes me that 'RAYTHEON' is not spell checker recognized, nor 'TEXTING' for that matter, still Raytheon quite obviously did not like what I posted up on last night's mother fucking ass blog, and punished me by hacking out, AGAIN, my 90210 show, and I keep right fucking on reporting it over and over on my record file, to the COMCAST CABLE COMPANY, and will be seeing the fucking FBI next week, as BRO, I'VE MOTHER FUCKING HAD IT RIGHT UP TO HERE AND THEN SOME WITH ALL OF THIS CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION FUCKING SHIT ALL THESE COCK SUCKING DICK EATING YEARS AND DECADES NOW, YO!!!!!!!

Let me tell you all something fucking real powerful now The reason they hate me messing around with music is because of my two demo dance tunes and my attempt at sampling the then greatest diva of the world, and it sure did not pose as any disguised disc jockey, but then, I may have mistaken her wonderful identity. So she said to me that she was gonna write my name across the sky, and went back in time a few years and started doing this through what else other than SPACE-TIME-MIND (STM). Somebody has informed me of two things, my computer geek hacker who we will just call XZ4039. This is how powerful this shit is. He said to go to my favorites and find at the bottom of the scroll where he went up and put the u-tube-page of 'MI APOLOGY SONG'. Hen hit it and go up And hit share after it begins playing, then go down to where it says BLOGGER, and then sign into the account and a post prompt will come up, and then do what I do when I blog on www.blogger.com, just publish it. So I attached my time delay system and did this, and posted all the way back a month now or so, maybe I'll go back further, later on. Then he told me that he will be posting it back up later when he checks on things, and then told me that I need to do LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS, and use his 20,000 dollar pro-tool sampling, and let MI sing her own song from HER great city, out to the world, and then and only then HER memories will return, and SHE then can then put an end to this horrible miserable humanity that sits here in ashes, and is waiting to find its wonderful red X, and close out forever, Louise Hendershodt.

END TRANSMISSION, YO, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!