SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0205

SAFE JOURNAL,CHAPTER 0205
KING NEBNOOSHOO BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM TAPES OF 1995
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296, SBT-DATFILE:
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BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
'ASTRONAUT 4 REFUSES TO VANISH AWAY INTO TTZ'

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MOVERS? This topic is way more than a few may think that it is, as it is not like saying, tea, or swimming, or hair care. This cannot be just explained and left as though by through some miracle, all that the subject can ever be in its full substance, would ever merely be the full and total complete merged and acceptable concepts and ideas of a certain topic, by the human race, and then, well, on with the show folks. This one topic by its very nature, makes this not possible by any rational idea. Therefore, the most powerful thing that needs to be opened up now, and addressed; before we can hope to properly proceed, with any more of this information; would sort of go as follows: Picture yourself building a large jig-saw puzzle, you are attempting to put one all together, and this is exactly equivalent to living here in this world in your physical life, for sake of this example. As long as it is merely you that is performing this task, that is one truth. However, if you should be forced to add into the mix, other peeps also assisting you in doing your project, and further add in, that this entire large 3-D puzzle is on a large table that is forced to become moved around a lot from say, room to room in a large nursing home somewhere, and does not stay in one recreation room, now we have unlimited extra random possibilities that come into play, along with the otherwise, just you trying to get pieces all together and matching it all up with a large 3-D image that comes with the puzzle box. You trying to these pieces together, is you living your normal life, comparatively for sake of this best example that I am currently able to provide and verbalize onto this blogging work. However, the other factors, would become the equivalent of the effects of the “MOVERS”.

The very same hour that I left the studio in Port Saint Lucie, Florida back on Monday, five days ago; the hologram around me shifted into a major sudden “GIRLOGRAM”, something that's been discussed repeatedly and quite vigorously over much time and many previous blogs, by me over six years now of my “blogging career”, if such a term is sociologically acceptable. By the time I was less than a mile from my building where I reside, total goddesses began popping up at or near places where I needed to drive slowly as well as come to full stops, such as red lights and stop signs. The looks that these slutty beautiful late teens were giving me were flirtatious and beyond ridiculous, as though they had the same amount of lust on their mind, as would be on the mind of a man just out of prison from a ten year stretch and seeing a naked lovely woman in a deserted area. This is by no means an isolated experience. This has been going on now all my life, and began really gaining a power all of its own after all this nightmare for me got a foothold and a stronghold, 25 years ago almost to the day, and it will be exactly 25 years come the 15th of this month. This is one strange event-series that indeed is capable of just instantly and for no real reason whatsoever, just magically pop right up around me in my life on any given day and hour. Another is running into what I have termed on several of my past blogs from years earlier, as the “TWISTER RADIO MEN”. They can be men, women, and children of both gender as well, it is by no means an age or gender sensitive item. This, for those who saw the 1996 movie, “Night of the Twisters” staring Mary Tyler Moore, in this particular instance; is where a man was standing, right where Mister Hatch was going to be coming out of a small Western-USA town bank; and was right in his face in a totally unmistakable way; holding up a radio, that was blaring out information about the soon to arrive in the area, series of devastating tornado's. This is a mere fictional movie, and thus in real life, here is a true example, and believe me folks, picked at random from literally many thousands now after all these years since this all started with me, that show the very same deal going on. It is on a prior blog, but it's doubtful that it will be remembered, so please allow my reiteration right now about this event that took place at the Atlantic city Sands Hotel and Casino, some time ago. Two middle aged and averaged sized ladies, with neck length or just longer black hair, and averagely dresses, came walking along from my left moving towards my right from behind me while I stood placing outside-bets at one of the roulette tables. There are 38 numbers in a roulette game, so the odds of saying one of the correct numbers that would come out while the wheel is spinning is a pretty hefty 38:1. One of the two gave me a smirk-type look as they passed and I happened to turn around upon hearing them walking and talking from behind me, and she said as if right to ME, “DOUBLE-ZERO”. The wheel dropped the small white play marble into, you guessed it, '00', just ten seconds after these women had passed on from behind me and literally appeared to vanish into the thin surrounding room air. When you make any kind with a “MOVER”, they seem to always smirk at you, and why not, you are stuck living in one speed through a time continuum, and they never live anywhere ever, it simply is not their way of operating,m they as the word that describes them, MOVE, not in 3, but in 4 dimensions, and when you move in 3 and 4, you inherently move in the entire hyperspace continuum, that contains the full five dimensions. Two days after my running into several young late teen beyond hot wild goddesses right in my face while stopped dead inside my car at lights and stop signs, I ran into another MOVER at the location where I am employed through the American Association of retired Persons (AARP). This would be the HARVEST. Their website that contains my 3rd revolving photograph with the Einstein hair, is viewed at www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/. Suddenly late On Wednesday morning, a lady resembling the same lady from the Sands Casino, only not a day older, and why would she be when you ponder on the deal; received a call on her cellular telephone, and had it in her hands and it was ringing. But it is how this phone was ringing that blew me into fifteen oblivion's at light speed squared. The ring-tone, is my exact new-song, posted less than two full days earlier onto the U-Tube, it is the bridge part of the song that is instrumental and breaks up the verse and chorus system and also is a part of the song's intro and outro. I see that the Spell-Checker is its usual non-informed self regarding facts of simple music, not recognizing the appropriate name of a songs' arranged ending or outro. But as the great Donna Gaines Summer would say in the nineteen-sixties, “That is really neither hair nor there!!!!!!!! I stared at this lady at the job site, quite naturally, and suddenly two or three other peeps happened to get in-between both her and myself for just a second. When they moved on, this “LADY” with the ring-tone, had totally vanished like Selena Dada's McGuire Hoffa Alchemist of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG did, back in the summer time in the year of 1974.

Yesterday around twenty minutes past two in the freaking butt-wipe afternoon, my entire dinner went from the oven, down to my kitchen floor, a super mess and a super klutz out, even for August 1696 me and my somewhat internet famous klutz out soda spill in my Saturn Automobile, in Will-I-AM-stown, NJUSAESMWG. I knew immediately that this event occurring, the market was shooting up and would close up much higher, and sure-shore-Dada rooming-houses, IT DID!! It was quite a clean up job, and I managed to salvage the majority of the dinner, HA-HA-HA, cosmic enemy forces that want me miserable times ten to the twentieth power, 24-7-365.2422!!!!!!!! I also came to learn why I was getting CHEMTRAIL pummeled to death on the previous day, and also it had to do with their jerked off 'ICPE' game nightmare and their rotten ass DOW JONES MARKET SYSTEM IN NEW YORK, NEW YORK, UNCLE NEBKEZBABS, ICPE is an abbreviation as some of you may remember, for Intentionally-Created-Parallel-Event, YO!!! But before we 'move' this along with the MOVERS, let me tell a powerful true story that is all so easily verifiable by just archiving my old blogs from the late 2008 and early 2009 time periods on the great original blogger's website owned of course by the mighty large number system or GOOGLE, and of course, known as www.blogger.com/. The hyperlink can be either 'drunkenhive', or 'theansweristheqyuestion'; when used to look up my shit folks, or merely go up to the Blogger dot com, and search for 'MOUNTAINPEN', YO. For no good reason, a few hours later while viewing the 4th and final 'L&O' episode, on the TNT Cable Television Channel; the entire cable box system froze up on me, during a commercial that when it popped on, I tried moving over to the Weather-Channel, and hit my number 25-Enter, and it went to it and froze up with a blank screen. Less than an hour later, the system worked again, Bob McDowell, this is twice now in a couple weeks or so, examine my blogs there, old school chum, FCC Director now, wow, get involved with me, huh Mister Gutherman, it is one way or the other, the moon or hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hear you laughing LEE!I will never laugh at that stair chase MI, it was too horrible to be witnessed, sorry. I WILL laugh, and perhaps shouldn't; at another stair-chase initial, as I do not like being held against my will and imprisoned, when I did nothing bad or wrong to deserve or warrant such horrendous and despicable rude behavior, back in the summer time of 2K. Stoke on big Sarah, and give my regards to Whaelon. How the hell do you live with yourself Donald J. Trump?

Now I know that the 'MOVER', was not an alchemist back in 1974, on the beach. They all have these 'small flashlight device things' on them, as well as larger models, hardwired into their vehicles as well. So obviously the police or the great FISA-PHONEBOOK-FEDS and future famous singers, know about all this, or all hellfire would have long since broken out by freaking now peeps. Like DUH!!!!!!!!Funny how you laugh at me mister Jane Clocks, you exist because of me and my Games Expert Blogs of 2007, am I right, or are the dates in reverse order, SIRNICK?

Paul, back when we started up the great and illustrious STUDIO PARK RECORDS in 1998, I told you about my 8030 year looped life, but only in the summer time of 2009 had I realized just how I was going to get back to my high school, AGAIN, and by whom!!!!!!!!!! If you stop and think about stuff, old pal, a dumb snotty child can see how it all fits together, as they are less prone to demand elucidated answers that only 50 Steve Hawking types, all put together; could most likely start to provide, in a down to Earth English lingo told story.

As for Mayor Levy and his great son, RL-lll; who I was privileged to meet out in the surf, in the autumn of 2008 for a short time; and got to rapping a bit; without the pounding beat on my feet or in the street © Office Examiners of 1983, and whether my dancing abilities totally suck as well all notwithstanding players, YO; this family is indeed very resourceful just as this dude so informed me, as well as telling me that “the public has no idea just how so”, well, maybe my blogs help tell it after nearly three years passing, young men all gone and all of that nice old stuff, but on with the non-fairy-tale peeps. The Ex-Mayor, and his father have a great bunch of books on the internet, and it tells one hell of a whale story, only I believe it all. I have to, as it makes sense for me to believe it. The middle of these three men, Senior, Mayor junior, and the THIRD who I surfed with nearly three years ago while he shared this 'family unknown' shall we label it, if I may be permitted to do without receiving too many painful cat house scratches; I clocked way more hours and time in the body-surfing world with this middle LEVY, than either of the other fine gentlemen, father or son. Still, what a family, or really, just another branch of WHAT A FAMILY? Last night I fell into a quiet restful sleep, but towards the time of awakening as mortals would perceive the illusion, I was kidnapped all over again, this time by Nick Cannon and his family, and these dudes were some real scarey dudes. The last two nights I have been with both Whitney Houston and Nick, and it has been far from a pleasant experience. It was nightmarish and horrific. Three dudes, Nick, and Whitney; were all smoking crack cocaine, and telling me 'they are going to keep me endlessly trapped in this large place they all had'. I eventually managed to escape, and it was beyond a monstrous experience, and there is no way I plan to discuss these gory ass details right now on this blog of today, Saturday. SAT-CHIEF. For now, what I will tell, is that MI helped to rescue me in the end, and reminded me that the strobe-light can be used in both polarities, as she had used it positively so that I could have the necessary power in my car to move out of the 26th Street ghetto and into my public housing building where I now reside and manage to survive. Right after I was safely MOVED in however, the part in my vehicle that was struck by the evil strobe-lighter MOVER over at the Fort Pierce, Florida, Route One, TD-Bank, resumed its defectiveness. This is history now, and all of you followers of MORIANITY, know that I had to take it over to my new mechanic and get this government switch replaced, the same one that they STROBE-LIGHT broke before, during my prior move from the RV in White City, over to the ghettos of 26th Street back in the final days of May of the OH-M-10-YEAR, players, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My story of today still doesn't end here, and so we will now complete this, and MOVE on, Misses Lottery Punchwall of 1969.

Many extremely young girls flirted with me and acted ridiculous and stupid with middle aged me, back in 1997, while I was in my ?FINDING-SARAH-MODE, and going down to the beaches of Atlantic City to swim in the Atlantic Ocean, during the summer time quite often. Even up here, three weeks or so back, I had a ten year old beauty queen's crush to deal with, so I am unsure if this will ever stop, as it is beyond absurd and nonsensical. Still without further deviation from the point that needs be made right now and today on this whittle bwog folks, Whaaaaaaaaa, let me proceed now with this wild tale of total truth, players. First, I must tell, that this is mother fucking TWO DAYS STRAIGHT OF BACK TO FUCKING BACK OF KLUTZ CITY SHITTY NOW. I just went out to the kitchen, for a drink of lemonade, and spilled a glass of water that was next to it, again on my fucking ass kitchen rug, at precisely 3:52 PM. It's all cleaned up now, and even has a nice fresh smell to the entire rug, since I added a few tablespoonfuls of the lemonade, and took my old rag from underneath the sink, and cleaned it real nice, so fucking HA-HA-HA-HA, SATAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Obviously this bastard does not want me to say what I am about to say, sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!

One day I parked my car in Atlantic City at a parking lot that was right at the corner of Pacific Avenue and Tennessee Avenue, and walked down to the beach, crossing immediately over from the parking lot, to the north side of the street, where the TRINIDAD HOTEL stood at the time, and still stands there now structurally, only it is called the REAL-8-HOTEL-CHAIN. Four beyond hot and gorgeous late teens instantly began following me and messing with me and flirting, right about the time that I reached the hotel and kept walking past where 'SARAH KRASSLE'S GREAT SHOP', used to be LOCATED, back in the nineteen-sixties; and then continued my trek, towel in hand, towards the beach. These total goddesses continued stalking me, all walking behind me, tall, long lovely dark hair, Spanish, and one looked so familiar that I knew that we had seen each other, only it was her mom I had seen in 1969, with Sarah. This was the daughter of one of Sarah's, 'lighter skinned friends' of the street, her name was, and is, Noreen Soifer, who had or has a brother with the same name as myself, Mark, and a father named Al Soifer. Yes, this was the daughter of the great Nina Soifer, that day in 19978, along with three of her tall super goddess friends. They followed me all the way to the lifeguard stand where I sat down close to that day, as I was very scared and knew that they were all stalking me. The guards or the AC Beach Patrol glared at me angrily, jealous I suppose, but who can ever really know shit? I know this got back to Levy as well, the Mayor, who at this time was not the MOVE$D mayor, but was being the CHIEF of the ACBP, www.acbp.com, GOOGLE THEM UP, YO. This is what my new song called, “Don't Hide NINA”is all about. I took my pal, David Roth down to this area upon occasion back in 1997, and he saw this lovely daughter of NINA, a total ass look-alike except for the time difference, and he fell madly in love, and went home and made up a little ditty and asked if I would someday do something with it. I merely took his NINA part, and added my shit from 1988 and 1997, the music from my © songs, and merged this all together into one song, that now is on the KING NEBNOOSHOO account on the great GOOGLE OWNED U-TUBE, WOW, big deal, as if anybody on this planet could give a fucking shit anyway about any of this, YO. More details to much of the bullshit about both this one particular day in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and other days in that time circa, will be harped on a lot more on the following blogs that are right around the corner, unless this shit backs the hell off of me, players. These nightmares have to freaking go also. Thank you great SCYLLA for protecting me and helping me to escape my 3rd kidnapping experience, and by using my great Speed-Ship Sunram that I designed around the time of the 1970 eclipse, only your coming back to me sure indeed did eclipse the eclipse, and right around this time, that is when I knew in 2008 after Googling around a bit about you, that there was no way that you are not my Sarah-Stacey JK. Thank you so much for helping me BEG. You always could come into my dreams so perfectly, MI LOVE!!!!!!!!

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