SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 099

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO
AKA MOUNTAINPEN
AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON,
NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG, FROM,
WORLD LABS, IN SEPTEMBER 2295
SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATE AND TIME FILE:
CH-099-031711.737.555555555555555555
BLOG BOOK CHAPTER NUMBER 099
THE “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL” AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SUBTITLE #3: “OF COURSE THE DOW JONES FLEW”

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Everything makes at least SOME sense ladies and gentlemen, not a whole lot when compared with your own lives I am quite sure, but SOME sense.

This blog right now will be for the purpose of attempting to put that first paragraph in at least some small order and rationale.

'Something' inspired me to write a URL on my first blog website still in use, www.blogger.com/ called, “theansweristheqyuestion” and yes, by a sheer accidental 'typo', the extra “Y” got into the word, “question”, as well. Stuff like this in my opinion at least, and many I do know share this, some merely admit to it while others do not, DOES NOT JUST HAPPEN because the weather is warm and cozy and your girlfriend gave you a nice quickie this morning before work. It did not happen because you went outside and started up your Volkswagen or Dodge, or your Cadillac, or your Jeep, or your 94,000 dollar Bowel Movement on Wheels, AKA your Beamer (BMW)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It did not happen because 'you decided' to wear kakki pants, quarteroy pants, black suit pants, or one shoe, or a bold bright yellow shirt. It had totally and absolutely nothing to do with whether or not your teenaged son called you a sick son of a bitch while you walked out the door, or gave you a bear hug. None of this bull crap matters one bit in a bigger picture, and nothing just freaking happens peeps, NOTHING, not one damn ass thing, Admiral Whalehump. Not even yelling out a magical word before a very special song that I wrote in early August in the year of 1986, called, “Real Good girl”, JUST HAPPENED, nor did the way it was spoken, very QYUESTIONABLY! This word was “MI”. Nothing just happens, and anybody out here on this entire freaking internet who believes otherwise is the biggest fool in the freaking pool, owned by a very strange trans-dimensional dude who I like to refer to as 'Antimatter Tony' from 1995. He owned a West Deptford, New Jersey Swim and Health Club by the name ODF Haddonwood, and had a very 'coincidentally weird' sir name. He gave me extremely strange long stares when I was the only person in the gymnasium, a straight shot from his office, separated by some distance, but not miles. But this is not a blog about Ton y, or MI, or any particular person, entity, or what have you. This is a blog about two items, questions, and games. Is there an answer in all or any of this peeps? Sure there is, some answer anyway, you can all be the judge if you have any real/e time to reflect honestly and looking closely at your own lives while making comparisons, as the stories do not have to be anywhere near as off the wall as mine for indeed these comparisons to be seriously examined and contemplated, YO.

Let me talk a short while on time and how we humans seem to always claim to have such precious little time for anything that lays outside of our own little zones, be this family and financial circles, or etcetera. The dude who wanted me to think we were distant cousins back earlier this century, and this has all been blogged, made me realize a hard punching reality. Nobody has time to give a damn about anything. Ordinarily, one would think, so who cares? Unfortunately, my very special circumstances dictate and demand that at least some part of the hell around me be not only recorded somehow, but told, or “THEY”, whoever the truck THEY really are, will make things worse and worse for me, appearing for whatever reason to be getting more audacious day by day, in a predictable pattern with the amount of things they do to me that remain untold and unrecorded. This is not me just needing some psychological release here folks. Instead, this is a powerful war going for my 'SOUL', if you want me to use words that humans may be a bit more receptive to, despite the utter nonsense of this, as we are SOUL, we do not have this thing, think about it seriously, you need not waste money and join organizations such as ECKANKAR, it really is just pure common ass freaking sense YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of putting things in my life BIBLICALLY, my 'fake cousin' from the middle first 21st century's opening and first decade, Dennis, told me that even though the FASCITAR and using it, would prove or disprove in a short time, all the claims I make concerning and regarding it as well as the entire ASTRAL PLANE or spiritual realm, and that he would by all rights and all logic be literally dying to prove its veracity one way or the other, he simply lacked the time to try it. Now despite Dennis, and all of his lovely philosophical and logical deductive reasoning, common sense springs to mind one fact right off of the swing bat as a result of living through the past '36' months or so. Either two 'people' from an avenue matching this amount of months DO HAVE THE TME to master this, and HAVE DONE IT, and BEFORE my ever talking about it this much on blogs, or else; somebody like Krassle/Kramdon and Ed Viruseater Norton, is going way out of their way to make me believe this fact, and if so, the question surfaces, WHY would they do this? Well, Dave Roth had a best friend named Will McAfee, the systems analyst. I had to hear about the “SYSTEMS ANALYST” so many times all through the 2nd half of the 1980's, the entire 1990's, and 2 years into the 21st century until the death of David Roth around March the 5th in 2002, I would say that if he did not talk about this dude thousands of times, I'll be a freaking monkey's uncle, and dawn-Marie King's uncle and I'll do it simultaneously. These two men along with a group of other 'peeps in a circle' would get together in similar ways as the group on the hit television show called, “FRIENDS”. The only difference is that the show is fiction and this is real life, whatever that really is, and if anybody comments to me that they know what it is, you are the quintessential butt-wipe dude or duddess, YO, because you don't know. And then perhaps the second difference is that real life is indeed stranger than fiction, and these people when all assembled together, from what I heard from Dave through the years, makes this a highly under exaggerated statement folks. I could tie in enough strange things to keep peeps like Patterson, King, Spielberg, and many more, writing virtually forever. One thing involves the very end of Long Beach Island, the south side towards Brigantine and Atlantic City. Tieing in the wild event that I witnessed, twice, once on the beach, and once near the bay in some thickets, that would be unbloggable right now, once involving a materialization of people and aircraft out of literally nowhere right out of freaking Star trek, and the other, an attempt on the lives of myself and David Roth where we managed to escape only to end up forced right to the front doors of the great Ceasers Palace Casino of Atlantic city, and so much exists in this entire story that it would take freaking blogs and blogs and blogs to even begin to try and tell it all, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not believe David Roth, or my mother for that matter, who perished supposedly two years to the day, give or take one day, of each other, are absolutely dead, at least at the time of their supposed deaths. The viewing of my mother was the cheapest imitation con job I ever saw, it was a total wax dummy peeps, it was not the remains of my mom, whatever the freaking county coroner found, had to be covered up that badly. The real body was totally incinerated I'm sure, and that phony double funeral remains garbage was the hugest and most monstrous hoax ever committed until Doctor Rogers found a tire in the coffin that was dug up on that L&O episode where the young African American boy shot the female police officer in a donut shop, where else? Again, fiction and real life, and which was really the greater horror here for all the horror film fans of the planet????????

To move back a while to Dennis and lack of time, I got the living shit kicked out of me by two evil lifeguard mascot teenaged boys when I was twenty and one half years old, back in the end of the springtime in the year of 1975, while my mom was visiting her cousin up in Babylon, Long Island, at 175 Peninsula Drive, Mrs. Ruth Huntington Gottwald. I know that Callio, King, and McGuire, and others in THAT FAMILY were responsible for organizing this little act of violence that in today's 'PC' world would have perhaps landed someone in prison, unlike these older Abbey Carmichael days of the dinosaurs. I fucked up by the way on a prior blog, and mentioned something PC, and said maiden name initials and obviously meant to type in married name initials, so sahwee, in many ways, “BUT”, certain evils indeed are quite necessary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for today, and a quick touch job on the power of THE PERMISSION BARRUIER ETTOS, 'peep-sieges' are the absolute worst, they top sky sieges at their worst, and really, sky sieges for the most part could not be accomplished without a hell of a lot of INFLUENCE AND DOMINATION, or (IAD-TECK). Hostility and invisibility attacks by using people to treat you like total mother fucking shit and mess the fuck with you, would lead an y one of you out here from the ego maniac judgmental types such as Trump, Onyx, and UmWell, to take their life, or the life of another; and ending them up in prison, a fruitcake banana house, or a cemetery, within a very short time; so their harsh fucking judgments of me, mean about as much to me as a damn blazing red cooking pan of overheated giraffe shit to the power of ninety-two.

I have told this OVER AND OVER AND OVER, AND WILL KEEP TELLING IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER. WHEN THESE BASTARD ASS HOLES USE UTILITY ATTACKS AND PROPERTY FUCKING DAMAGE AGFAINST ME, THE DOW CHEATED JONES STOCK MARKET WILL FLY UP AND UP AND UP, mark my words now, just watch this shit for days and days, it is on the 'GO' momentum, and they do it every time 'by persecuting me' with some utility or damaging attack, this has been an ongoing mother fucking nightmare since the 15th day of fucking AUGUST IN 1986, YYYYYYY WOYULD I MAKE THIS SHIT UP, JUST TELL ME YYYYYYYYYYYYY???????????????? JUST TELL ME YYYYY?

Now about GAMES and the GODS. This is an old boring topic, but then, if this is not the epitome of freaking ass irony, as this is the topic as well. Bored to tears gods, lost in an endless interaction with no beginning or ending, and yet still, if it is a game, then why do they want to see me dead, and if this is not the motive, then shy am UI the only mother fucking person on Planet Earth who can seemingly survive an infinite amount of fucking strife and woe and HELL??????????????????? Back on point from before to continue now with the point of the present. When I arrived home back in Lindenwold, New Jersey after this terrifying experience in 1975, my mom was not back yet from her train trip from the great Woody Guthrie Island. I had about six hours or so to be quiet and alone by myself. I took out the Bible, and read aloud, the ENTIRE FREAKING NEW TESTAMENT. The entire bible is only eight or so times longer than this, maybe ten. People are so busy that they act like reading this powerful group of words is a monumental task for a literary Goliath. Here is a book that explains a hell of a lot of shit people, and you don't have the fucking time to read it, get the fuck out of here at light speed squared folks!!!!!! Who is kidding who on this silly little messed up planet. The whole deal is absurd and beyond totally ass ridiculous, it is more than just a fools game, Bonnie Tyler!!!!!!!!! Who out here is using the wisdom of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL? Who does know how real the freaking FASCITAR is? Is it the software and anti-virus manufactures, is it DJ Donna, or the 'real' Donna, as if that 'really' matters, or is it this or that, come on peeps, there is a super con game going on with me, right down to getting me into major trouble in 1975, and around the very same fucking time I got the shit kicked out of me ion Atlantic mother fucking City, NJUSAESMWG, with a powerful government agency overseeing child pornography. Somebody ordered some horrific fucking shit in my name and had it sent to my address at 1118 Linden Hill apartments, in Lindenwold, New jersey. Where is the fucking 'FBI', or any of the 'SVU' people when I am the victim here, NOT THE FUCKING CRIMINAL, YO???This dogshit has been going on since Paula threw me under the fucking boardwalk on firesww3orks night in 1969. What will it take to get fucking believed here, YO??????????????????????

In wrapping things up here, the entire thing is a game, WOW, but whose game? Does the script writer of “Conspiracy Theory” really know truths here, or is this another fucking con job, Mel Gibson and luscious Julia Roberts? Were any kickbacks involved in Tilleytown, Pennsylvania when 'ASSHOLES' ASSETS PROTECTION SECURITY COMPANY forced me to buy that truck transmission, when it was fucking you who broke the damn ass thing, YO? Symbolism, coincidences, Copyrights, yellow sheets of sprouted mushrooms, movies, HA-HA-WHO songs, what next, bastards? Back burner. Shit, what back burne3r? Do you really think this shit could be pulled off by any group of 'normal 21st century human beings', FEDS? You all know, and you know you can't do fucking beans to stop any of it, so what do you do? You do the best thing possible, the ultimate conspiracy, and what would that freaking be. You would make it look like there is something that YOU are covering up, only that entire thing IS the fucking cover up, DUH. As they say, there is a room in the great HOUSE, where one cover story always lies ahead of the one in present use, should all go fucking SNAFU!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sheeeeeeit, did I say the forgotten magical words here Hollywood Emit Zenun of the STM? Keep smoking, soon none of us will be 'permitted' to, UNK!!!!!! Large corporations will legally be able TO FUCKING DICTATE OUR ENMTIRE PERSONAL LIVERS, by claiming their bottom line is being adversely affected by dangerous hobbies or habits, it was all on television last night for anybody of any intellect to view and witness, I DO NOT CREATE OR MAKE UP FUICING STORIES FOLKS, this is not one of my talents, I totally fucking SUCK as a fiction writer, I know, I have tried it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TWANSMISSION SILWEE WABBIT, WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

safe journal, chapter 088

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT-DATFILE: 030611.626
CHAPTER 087
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Well folks, I am not going to permit my enemies of the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE, WORLD OWNERS, and Earthly puppets and doppelgangers of the mighty Astral-Plane MILLIONTH-COUNCIL to make me behave badly as they do, only they are so much more cunning and clever than I am. Why not, after all, it is THEY who have all of the POWER, all of the RESOURCES, all of the WEALTH, and all of the people on their side of this nightmare that I have been stuck in since my birth, and that has worsened quantitatively since the morning of the 15th day of August, in the year of AD-1986. So they mess with me and make every second of my life totally stink, and then why would I not swear and cuss and sound like a vulgar and uncouth butt-wipe, so this behavior will now desist.

Last night, the evil diseased wicked mob controlled and Snyder dirt bag owned, Philadelphia Flyers ice hickey team played their game, and HA-HA-HA, freaking LOST. All that persecution yesterday was to get them to win through a powerful and yet invisible covert technology called application of properly applied intentionally created parallel event, or (ICPE), a subject talked about in an unrelenting fashion, on my part, all throughout my long freaking blogging career. They would have won also, if I had not applied a one-two punch of my own in a very powerful counterattack on these evil high ego demigod demonic MILLUIONTGH-COUNCIL enemies of mine, especially since the MD, or 08/15/1986. MD can stand for the Roman Numeral 1,500, but in this particular case today, it stands for (MAGIC DAY), YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course the ICPE situation is unknown about by the world, and totally unbelieved, no matter how many times that I attempt to very rationally explain it, it always comes the heck down to the old 'GWPO' SYNDROME, (Giant Williamstown Police Officer). This has its origins in that New Jersey town where I was residing at the time of the incident with this particular very gigantic policeman, who told me that he refused to believe my story, and UI quote, “Because he simply did not want to personally believe that he could be living in as land where this stuff would be done to you intentionally”. Now a child should know what I'll type in next. CHEMTRAIKLS when they began, after I called the police from Gaither Drive in Mount Laurel. NJUSAWESMWG in late 1987 from my work place security station at the American Honda Plant, and now just GO UP ON FREAKING U-TUBE and see if this once obscure and undisclosed subject is still quietly tucked away in the closets of MISTER Lenny McKinnon and the even greater closets of Northern Suffolk County, New York, USAESMWG, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, given a sufficient amount of time starting from early into 1988, perhaps close to a full decade, as the later 1990's rolled around, a few brave souls decided top open uop and talk about THAT% can of unholy frweakinjg worms. So I know that ICPE will eventuaslly be on the freaking internet as well, I'M TOTALLY DREAKING CONFIDENT ABOUT IT. As for my 1-2 return counter punch that took the PFH Team to a nice 5-3 loss, first there was my posted blog before the game, chaopter 087-SJ, and then I ran my LIFE JOURNAL through the Paul Pedersen Play it to the Roaches open line telephone. Doing just one of these things after THEY pulled a nasty 1-2 punch, would nopt huave been a sufficiently powerful enouigh counterattack to stop therior otherwise victory. In all parts oif the hyperspace where I eiother did neother of these counter measures, or did only omne of them, the 'FLYER TRASH' won, I assure you of that without being either JULIA WHITE or NINNY MCKANNON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You need not be some powerful; Caszinski ST-TNG-TRAVELER to know how this all works, when you have been a forced participant in this ugly monstrous and atrocious nightmare for a solid quarter freaking century, in fact, you;'d need to be totally mentally-challenged not to know it and not to see it all as clearly as Johnny Nash saw the sunshine of the nineteen-seventies, MISTER BRIGHT-DAY!!!!!!!!! What none of you 'BUT-hacker-wipes' out here can really gain a clue into is that I've suffered through horrendous monstrous despicable persecution at the hand of this evil WOMO-MC of the AP for longer than some of my readers have lived here in the lifetimes they presently they are dreaming that they are here on the PP. This really would do a lot more to any of you than just make you cuss a lot on a personal blog to get the anger out as sort of an emotional release, and is much better than acting out violently on these physical peeps that merely are SATANS PUPPETS, and no more, and never will be anything more than this, so why ever hurt them, or go to jail for them??????????????? It would be stupid beyond imagination to do so, and I choose to be smarter than that.

I had a powerful inteeraction last night where I was not aware that I was in as movie until I found myself standing to the side and watching what was just made and filmed. They said I was a great actor. Yeah right, I thought it was real, so who was freaking acting. Sort of reminds me of the flip side of the song, “Yesterday”, but only Beetles fans know what I am referring to, such as Barbara Lovell, the older daughter of ex-Astronaut Jim Lovell, of Apollo-L-13, not Washington-DC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, the movie was violent and horrible but its opening theme was enough to blow your freaking mind. It showed scenes of horrendous violence such as a man being stabbed by another man's dagger, and his entire guts falling out of his mouth, and later a scene where a dude pushed another dude's arm into some kind of a large grinding machine, and abominable bright red blood along with torn flesh seemed to just suddenly be all over the place, and other such horrific scenes, while all the time, you would think some wild music would be playing in the background, only instead, the song, “The Cuban Love Song” was playing the entire time. This is part of some recurring and repeating interaction now with me throughout this century, as this song that means nothing to me has been in several other interactions as well. Of course, perhaps I need to be careful here, 'Paula Wavedogs', as I thought that another song was “just a silly song”, out of several hundreds of songs that had been all written by me from 1969 through 1986 at the time, this particular one being entitled, “REAL-GOOD-GIRL”. I am at a point where I do not know if Mister Doggie is trying to help me or really secretly hates me,yes I saw the SVU show last night, that was made quite recently, viewing it for the first time. You know folks, I feel the need to endlessly remind my readers of a few powerful facts. Fifty to one hundred years ago, it was quite common for many kids to leave school in single digit grade level, and many older men in their twenties and yes even their thirties were marrying teenaged girls. Now I accept that this planet has totally changed. Things change. But here is what I'm having super major problems with. Nobody from another timer who followed the flow of those times, should be penalized so extremely for just continuing to exist as law abiding citizens in this new age, and yes, in this NEW WEIRD ODOR!!!!!!! Some of you know that term better as the New World Order, but it does not express my disdain of this new junk. Still I live by the laws of the land, and always have. I respect authority, and if I don';t agree with it, I blog against it, as is MY TOTAL FREE RIGHT TO DO IN THIS FREE SPEECH PROTECTED SOCIETY, just as long as this speech does not suggest to incite violence. I have said repeatedly in my 5-6 years of blogging, that I AM TOTALLY AGAINST VIOLENCE, it accomplishes nothing, it never ends, it never solves anything in a productive way, it is Biblically and morally wrong, and propagating it leaves society unprotected around the clock. I believe that proper words can tell all and any necessary truths, and we should always be allowed to do this, and not ever be denied this right. On the day that this happens, I will do a Patrick Henry, give me liberty or give me death, as then, at that point, yes; I would fight to the death, but we are no where near this point, for all you overboard conspiracy cases out there. When I begin advocating this kind of illegal activity on my blogs, lock your doors and load your fire sticks up, but this is no where near any horizon today.

I reminded my blogging audience this right after that horrific shooting incident of that poor Congresswoman, the wife of the astronaut. No amount of wrong equals returning a violent act. All it does is keep all of us a little bit unsafer and less free to enjoy our lives, all the time. DON'T EXPRESS ANGER BY ACTING OUT VIOLENTLY, PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BLOG, it is wonderful freaking psychotherapy. I should freaking know!!!!!!!!

SATAN tried very hard to screw up my day trading plans, and in the battle as it currently stands, has just been put on his ugly arrogant ””””””BUTT”””””””, ””””BUT”””” I have a very healthy respect for a dude that I've seen go from one man into another man, follow me and make my life part of his now since I left Bancroft School in Haddonfield, New Jersey at the end of January in 1973, slam me against high wall air conditioners in an non-induced forced astral projection (abduction for the UFO-BUFFS), follow me into many jobs, and through many friends, and associates, and while all along continuing to operate in a precise and continual and totally recognizable pattern. I may have a very healthy fear of you indeed, old Lenny Night-Time Road-Tripper and time and trans-dimensional traveler, “BUT” the day that I give up and say 'UNCLE' to you, will be the day that South Florida experiences a five foot freaking blizzard all the way from June first through October eighth, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never told your in-law cousin Dawn-Marie that I was her 'uncle', that was all her silly idea and invention. I would not be related to THAT FAMILY of 1970 for all the tea in China, all the gold in Tennessee, and all the love in the cat-house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sheeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah right, sorry, let me not sink down to your level SAT-----AN!


END TWANSMISSION SILWEE WABBIT, WHAAAAAAAA!!

safe journal, chapter 087

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO
CHAPTER 087, WORLD LABORATORIES
OF WESTMONT, NEW JERSEY OF 2293
DATE AND TIME FILE: CH-087-030511.767.555555
THE {{{((“MILLIONTH-COUNCIL”))}}} AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
AND NOT THE COPYRIGHTED 1988-1989
CASSETTE TAPED VERSIONS REGISTERED IN
THE LIBRARY OF THE CONGRESS
ADDITIONAL BLOG SUBTITLE:
“THE BACK BURNERS OF THE FBI AND 1988”

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION, YO:

THIS DAY IS MOTHER FUCKING SUPER ASS BOTBAR, THIS STANDS FOR B-BOTTOM, O-OF, T-THE, B-BARREL, A-ALLREADY, R-RATED. This day is SUPER FUCKING B-O-T-B-A-R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The attack on me is in two parts, UTILITY, and NEIGHBORHOOD, two mother fucking extremely powerful assaults used in a tremendous combination one-two KNOCK-OUT-PUNCH!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS BY NO MEANS A NEW COMBO, SHIFT, ENTER, CONTROL, RED EX-IT LOUISE HENDERSHODT, of Northeast, Maryland in the middle-late nineteen hundred sixties, and it proves to be quite mother fucking effective in boosting their EVIL WALL STREET the following week, which I assure you GINA and ALL OTHERS, it will FLY AND FLY ANDF FLY, as it always doers and will when these diseased mother fuckers have me to endlessly relentlessly pick the fucking hell on, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

The great Federal Bureau of Investigation was no help at all, and are just as they are portrayed in real life in the television show, my very favorite all time and greatest law show even topping Perry Mason, “LAW AND ORDER”. The mighty field office that was then in 1988, located on Route 70 in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, told me that they would, and I quote, “put my report on the back burner”. I believe now that my spelling of the word my is not all that accurate, but we will keep using it this way, I've all ready stirred up a mother fucking hornets nest and I fucking know it, BRO. I began remembering things that LENNY said to me in the summer time in fucking 1980, very unpleasant things, actually threats. He not only threatened me with his 357 Magnum weapon in the car in Philadelphia that hot miserable ass day, but many times verbally, saying that “I'LL NEVER ESCAPE HIM OR HIS PEOPLE”, this is a legal quotation that I told the fucking FEDS that I'd stand by under court oath and legal testimony. I told them that, what else can explain all this shit that was happening all; around me ever since this wicked bull-crap all got fucking started in the fucking eighties. I was calm, methodical, and told them all about meeting him through the Chief Recording Engineer at the freaking RPL Sound Recording Studio Labs, MISTER HOWARD SOLOMON. I told them a very rational story and brought them a very rational complaint. This all ended up with my problem being placed on the BACK BURNER. Well, it blew up in the worlds' face, FED-GUYS, so now what do you plan on doing about it as it is not gonna fucking go away, I will not commit suicide and hand these mother fucking rat ass bastards that gift, so what will obviously happen now is anybody's guess, and one is that this WILL NOT JUST GO QUIETLY AWAY BY ITSELF, NO WAY IN DAMN ASS HELL, BRAHH! Somewhere in 1988 this all happened, and you know it did, as the government never forgets anything, and all intelligent citizens are aware of this true fact. This is really not a bad thing, only when incompetence or uncaring attitudes for victims accompany this reality. THANX FOR NOTHING FBI.

I told Diana last night before bedtime on the telephone that if the enemy or the “WOMO” gives me one more nasty ass fucking BOTBAR day, I would write a powerful ass 'knicking' mother fucking blog, and this is that blog, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Isn't it fucking fascinating how the SAFE JOURBNAL chapter numbers correspond so 'coincidentally' with the calendar 'year numbers'? One thing that really CHOLKES ME UP, over the past five blogs now, is more than ever, just read them backwards for a real true mind bending fucking experience, I told you all how this REALEY is going down, you can choose to pull a “Williamstown Giant Cop” on me, and not believe, but you know I'm right, you are just are all too fucking stubborn to hand it to me, YO, and I totally am fucking aware of this BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nenny McKannon's pals are hitting me huge time here in the hood. It is getting real bad, and I am moving out of here soon, and April Pharma Lee knows this, and HA-HA-TEE-HEE-HEE, has witnessed some shit, right down to the asshole dude on the tricycle with the powerful sub-woofer 'Joe-10-RGG-bet-BATTERY'. I know MI story is a bit hard to swallow and fathom, but unfortunately I am not fucking able to pick and choose my realities that are going on around me all my mother fucking life, YO. I live here as a human being in this world on this PHYSICAL PLANE, just as all the rest of you do, and the only difference between anyone else and me is the amount of freaking AWARENESS to the shit that I have, and the amount of unawareness that all of you have. I have cited the treasure in the hidden attic so many times that even my pal Dick wolf finally decided to sort of use the idea, and the key connection being the wonderful town where 175 Peninsula Drive is located up in freaking New York Shitty.

I began recording from the Soap-Net cable television channel earlier today, starting about half past one this afternoon. Later on, I went out to do some shopping errands. When I returned, that fucking ass hole dude who blasts music right at me the minute he sees me, went right to it the second that I fucking started to bring in my junk out of the car, into my house. It is as obvious and blatant an attack as can be, and no one would say that I'm paranoid if they were me and having to fucking put up with this dirt bag and experience this continual persecution. Then after I'm inside, and 20 minutes later when I finished putting all my shit away in the cabinets, I went to run back the television shows on the channel, and found out that somebody HACK OUT with some JAMMING DEVICE, the entire tape. Nothing was wrong with the tape, or the television fucking channel. I very carefully checked it all out, and re taped over it before starting this blog and all is totally fine. This is a total fucking blatant violation of my CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, 'ACLU', just in case you give a damn and you don't fucking seem to. EVEERY MOTHER FUCKINBG SATURDAY THAT IS BGOTRBAR, THERE NEVER IS ANY ANNA CONNIE ON THE LAWRENCE WELF SHOW, AND WHEN IT IS NOT A BOTBAR DAY, SHE IS FUCKING ON. This is not imagined, and I have noticed this shit now for 10 or 15 fucking years. I also have blogged this shit throughout my blogging fucking career over and over so it is all there as total evidence about how my claims OF PARALLEL EVENT being fucking real, and this is how I defeated the undefeated game of CASINO ROULETTE back in the year of 1986 over an eight month period, and the fucking COPYRIGHT OFFICE HAS THE SONG DOWN THERE that I wrote about how it all ended and how Trump;s fucking stinking Castle Casino eventually crushed me as a result of applying so much ICPE against me as well as influence and domination MIND CONTROL (MC) to get me to make foolish fucking bets that should never have been bet. IT IS ALL PART OF THE OFFICIAL WORLD RECORDS right down there in Washington-13. Some fucking BACK BURNER that I need to be on, sheeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!! Above me in the text, the words OF PARALLEL EVENT came out ODF PARALLEL EVENT, I retyped the fucking hack-BUT- wanted you all to know about the bullshit, YO!!!!!!!!! I'LL BE REPORTING TO THE COMCAST OFFICE, THIS “JAM-OUT-HACK, ON MY CABLE-TV ON SATURDAY AFTERNOON, AS SOON AS REGULAR BUSINESS RESUMES AND I GET HOMWE FROM MY JOB, speaking about my job, since THEY made this day so bad, and really this is ongoing hell that is beyond fucking monstrous now, day after fucking day after fucking day, now I will tell a little bit more of the un-bloggable shit from the interaction with PAULA KING, THE GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You asked for all of this now, you MILLIONTH-COUNCIL MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!You heard me tell Diana last night that if they leave me alone, I'll keep my fucking mouth shut, so I guess they want my fucking mouth open, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She told me that she is all done with SAT-SAM and don't get excited here ECKANKAR, some things just sound alike in this old wicked sin cursed mortal awake world. These two peeps worked together in one of Paula's incredible wild somnambulist identities, PAULA KING, (ALSO KNOWN AS {AKA} JULIA WHITE). They were school bus drivers in the area of Baltimore in Maryland, USAESMWG. I had a powerful interaction (dream experience) back last autumn in the OH-MAROKLA-TEN year and it's all fucking blogged and legally and officially recorded for the entire Earth Planet Population (EPP), and she told Satnerine of India who spent most of his earlier life on the isl;and of freaking TRINIDAD, not the hotel in the 1960's in ACNJUSAESMWG, but 9 miles off of the coast of Venezuela, how she also was in the Nursing Profession, and had used some restraints specially designed for wild powerful psychotic patients in mental institutions, and how the man who later became RAMBO, only not my pal from AT&T in late 1983 and early 1984, but the famous actor character, and her restraints were actually used in the freaking movie, and sure enough SAT told me that he verified that what she had told him while they worked together as bus drivers was 100% true and accurate, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So PAULA told me the other night that she is all done with him now and that he will not be around me any longer. He was just there to make reports to her about me here in Florida, and to keep her apprised of what went down at the Harvest job that we both were employed at through the AARP, under the Obama Federal Stimulus Package. Their website shows my ugly mug right on the front page, first it shows a family, then both m,y pal Mark and me, the other Mark that was misspelled with the “C”, and pl;ease, don;t let my name be spelled that way in case MI has a total fit!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The site is none other than freaking www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/. About 2 hours or so into the job back on Friday, the girl in charge of the AARP volunteers, who will be fake named Celia Thomas Junior, told us that we were not allowed to take our break, it is not authorized. I cannot imagine forcing old people to work hard for five straight hours without as ten minute breather. UI thought Florida had a legal official smoke-break law, even for peeps who do not elect to use the time to go out and freaking smoke, YO. I'll find out later after I make some telephone calls, I'll be burning up the phone line on Monday when I get off of fucking work, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One hour after this experience while out on break, with Satnerine, (SAT) also AKA known as SAM, he vanished. When I went to clock out at my appointed timer, I was told by my pal at the front desk, that SAT was terminated and gone. PAULA KING told me that she was finished with him, again, and this is a precise freaking quotation, YO.

April Sweetie Pharmalee witnessed the tricycle bullshit, and I will be also telephoning he to tell her that I will move out of here if she won't help me get to the fucking bottom of this neighborhood problem. She told me it was a nice area, church fucking people, not hood gangsters. She and her sweetie pie dad run and manage this and other properties, and also do social work. Coincidences after coincidences after coincidences. I get phone calls from the local county jail from an inmate named BOO, the property office calls me SWETIE, what other precious things are going to coincidentally fall into my reality, Diana Copyright???????

Yeah, keep me on the back burner Federal G-men, 'golly gosh darn, gee men', why does all this shit never stop? Why does everybody despise my living fucking guts and treat me like dog-shit cubed 24-7-365.2422?????????????? WHY JIMMY, YYY?

Why was a rotten little yellow sheet of paper causing an entire Copyright Office to sprout mushrooms around April or so in 2008? Why did the examiner only want to speak to me about one of 100m songs that I had just sent down there by the name of, “SHE'S SARAH-STACEY”??????? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????

You know Nenny sir, it was not me who told HER, she would never get away, it was both YOU and HER, both of you, so what the hell is your problem out there on thirty freaking sixth street at you mansion LAKEHOUSE???????????????????????
Captain Ronald Hunter in early 1987, did you say, QUIT HACKING”, to ME???????? They hacked me, I never bother a freaking soul, sir, so was this another one of Patty Parson's bright ideas, MISTER DAVID CHARLES ROTH, YO????????? I am an innocent guy, UI never meant any harm to anybody, it was McGuire who was up there throwing matches around and trying to make all kinds of trouble, getting in with cousins of my cousins and all I ever did was try and tell them that they should not behave that way and that people have every right to fall in love with whoever they want to and get married and have their families. But that good old island, it sure is a royal pain in a lot of peoples “B-U-T”. Well let me go and try and salvage a small part of this rotten fucking evening and day wabbit, WHAAAAAA!!!

END OF THIS TWANSMISSION, ELMER FWUDD, WHAAAAAAAAA.

safe journal, chapter 0036

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0036
2:34 PM, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 29TH, OF 2010
BLOG SUBTITLE: “I MAY NOT B SUCH A GOOD NEIGHBOR
ALL OF THE TIME, BUT STATE FARM INSURANCE IS MY
ETERNAL HERO”
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Well, let us get down 2 cases peeps. This will B short and sweet on each topic, right on point, still as subtly done as is humanly possible 4 the freaking Mountainpen, YO. Things need 2B said, both 2 the present day, tomorrow, next month, next decade, next millennium, so if GOOGLE and BLOGGER and me ol’ bwogs up on there maitees, ‘yar’, can survive into any of these illusions of space-time, this would B a wonderful achievement. I only have my real faith in the United States Copyright Office, and no one on this puny planet can stop me using this place as an official and dependable time capsule so 2 speak. I’ve been in fact doing just that 4 a longer time than many of those reading my blogs can imagine. I always knew that this was a must, Academy Road exits off of Highway #295 and all, huh Billy Crouch? First off, nothing is real, and I am under a horrific nightmare called the (HUNTINGTON CURSE). ‘Morty Mortino’, the Hebrew Death Angel; just passed by my right side right now as I speak electronically at this keyboard, here at this Fort Pierce, Florida library at precisely 2:43 Post Meridian of the freaking clock, YO. This is so very freaking annoying, and is on a major ass roll, BRO.

Now allow and permit me if U please King Nebalyon and second cousin once removed or whatever, MISTER Heinz Gottwald of the great New York Woody Guthrie Island, hockey sticks, James Coincidence Redfield and all, 2 move this blog along now and get into some powerful specifics, while simultaneously remaining as non blunt as I humanly am able 2 pull it off, Elton Girls standing 75 inches tall not withstanding. Things will only make perfect sense 2 the MILLIONTH COUNCIL of the ASTRAL PLANE, and all of their crony human world counterpart doppelgangers. Others C things I say and will go on saying, quite obviously as ridiculous absurd chatter and ranting, am I right MISTER JEWELLY ROCK ONX? If the mighty cleaner girl fat ass DAWN-MARIE KING of the Jersey Branch of ‘THAT FAMILY’ or TAWF, promises not 2 break my face with any dining room tables up in Indian River County, Florida, USAESMWG in any parts of this virtually limitlessly running PreFontaine hyperspace, I will tell some real heavy shit right here and right now, OK, Lieutenant VB of L&O? First, many older blogs from 3-5 years ago discuss how a beautiful tall queen with lovely long brown hair and deep brown eyes made a man out of me at the ripe old age of 24 years, in the early middle autumn of the year 1979. Naturally, I had been blocking powerful shit done 2 me upon numerous occasions, first by Paula Gang and an entire girl-gang in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and these girls used my own flesh and blood as a look out as they sent my mother off on a very clever fools errand giving them time 2 pull off this gang rape of me in a hotel room, and the name of this place was the TRINIDAD HOTEL, on TENNESSEE AVENUE, in the year of 1967 while I was coming 2 the ending point of my pre-teen years. Second, by Jewelly White Nurockey Basssler Karge, while on a summer visit all alone at the ripe old age of 13 and one half years in the summer time of the year of 1968, and third, the following year on a real powerful day, independence day, under the boardwalk, by this same powerful girl only this time, only she was there, the mighty giant beautiful and awesomely exquisite and ravishing Paula King. This girl had a strange father, he was more than one person, and so was his daughter. But only I know this truth 4 a total fact. If I ever tried 2 bring powerful evidence into a court of freaking law, I would vanish away along with the 70 inch lovely Marie Fahey of Delaware, USAESMWG! Don’t drown me in the ocean there Danny, YO. Oh I forgot, U drowned, so sorry about my imperfect speech, still protected somewhat in these great and wonderful United States, YO. So really, getting back 2 the true story of my boyhood going 2 manhood, my math was off by precisely one half, instead of 24 years, make that 12 years of boyhood B4I was brutally gang raped by the CALLIO or the ‘AT&T CALL TEN’ gang known as the Quoddy Mockers of North Atlantic City. Oh yes MISTER Redfield, your name indeed may in fact depict another symbolism in and of itself should U know what I know and spill the beans in the wrong place at the wrong time and 2 the freaking wrong peeps.

We can talk about ‘intricate’ business partners and other ‘misters’ or we could just discuss some of the newer peeps that I am now interacting with as the year of twenty MAROLA ten is winding itself slowly down and twenty MAROLA eleven is creeping along up on us so slow and gradually. I’ve got a lot of news 4 lots of peeps, from the Library of Congress all the way 2 the man and lady right next door or the bum in the cardboard box out on the street. I do not have all the answers, I never said I was the smartest mother trucker on this planet, I am far freaking from it, but I do know what I know, and have never denied this true fact, nor made any bones about it at any time on any of these blogs over 5 years of time now, despite the unfortunate connection here that this will undoubtedly make me sound somewhat a bragger. Believe me, I have nothing 2 brag about, I never have, and believe freaking me folks, under this powerful supernatural HUNTINGTON CURSE, I NEVER WILL, not in this freaking human lifetime anyhow, or this set and sequence of dream-downs of the phase-2 reality, or the ASTRAL PLANE, the ‘spirit-world’. I know what I know because it is like the man or woman who has experienced say 4 an example 5 or 10 years working on Wall Street in New York City, verses spending their entire life stuck inside the walls and campus of the greatest universities on this entire planet. Really doing something or anything will never B less or equal 2 just learning and studying the mechanics of the potential interactive-ness of the action and verb in question, YO. Yes, MISTER PAUL PEDERSEN of the great all mighty STUDIO PARK RECORDS, in the lovely green and garden state of NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG, loves his country bumpkin friends and lifestyle and stupid music. I met him as always when he answered my advertisement in that miserable mother fucking COURIER POST NEWSPAPER OF SOUTHERN FREAKING NEW JERSEY. Yes, him and his (C)ountry (M)usic, I cannot seem 2 ever escape the magical and extremely esoterically powerful initials of the 3rd and the 13th letters of the freaking English alphabet, U know, Millionth-Council, Paul’s’ aching and breaking best friends’ child, now all grown up, Sarah-Stacey Krassle in her next set of dream-downs after Sarah on 10-SC Avenue, and countless others, not in any way limited 2 Musical Country. But then, Y not peeps, I mean hay, after all YO, what is 3 plus 13 but 16, and SSJK’s eternal ASTRAL PLANE age!! Then Tennessee is pronounced as 10 on its first of 3 syllables, and the interaction that I had that many reading this would insist on saying and using the more accepted of DREAM, back in December of the year of 1969, began with SSJK or “SARAH” being age {{((‘10’))}}. My song lyrics that I first as with any and all songs, wrote on the ASTRAL-PLANE called, “SARAH”, have a repeating bridge verse that reads, “We were but {{{10}}}, and now we’re old, I loved HER then but I never told”. This song was number one back in 1998 on the INDE COUNTRY MUSIC CHARTS. Whoopdeediddlydoo. Still, the great Sally Starr, a well known Philadelphia entertainer personality of the 1960’s, was actually threatened 2 stop playing this song on her program on the Vineland radio station in New Jersey, and later a vicious rumor lie was spread about her being homosexual. This was done 4 two reasons peeps, she helped me with a problem that occurred on the Atlantic City beach at Robert Levy’s Lifeguard Tower, right out of the “BAYWATCH” show, as well as continuing 2 air my song on her show all summer in 1998 on the station WVLT-FM. This is all documented stuff that all of the freaking ONX-commenter’s on the entire planet all freaking combined cannot argue with nor dispute, huh Maria Dina Green? This is YI can totally laugh at all of these peeps, and as I said and now reiterate again concerning this issue, I am totally able, and WILLING, 2 use the powerful and somewhat magical literary-judo on any of these lovely folks if need B. Still, I did tell the © Office nearly 3 years ago 2 the day now, all about MO, did I not? So keep those tables flying at my poor abused face there, DAWN-MARIE, OH MIGHTY GREAT KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UC peeps, it does not matter how events go down, the order, the motives, and the entire thing is like a gigantic 4-D puzzle. It comes complete with real good girls, or maybe not so good at all times, voices and sounds out of nowhere, and many other tricks of Dick Wolf, wart hero medals, New Jersey Mayors, and pissed off hellfire teenagers of Bozville, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When “THAT FAMILY OF 1970” or “TAWF” kidnapped me and commandeered my entire life and went on 2 totally wrecking and destroying every facet of it from my credit and good name I had managed 2 reestablish, 2 forcing me 2 commit illegal acts with illegal aliens, and so much more, that no real words could tell the story, in like manner that overcoming MI and her horrendous stairs back in 1975 can never B funny, nor can the monstrous anger there blow away in the wind, but when they did this 2 me, this all was part of a complex series of coincidental events, at least as would B observed and seen by the untrained eye and perceptions of the normal and so-called rational individuals that do not make a habit of making the psychiatric community richer week by week. STILL, NO WAY IN HOT HOLY HELL WAS THIS JUST A SERIES OF HAPPENSTANCE NEGATIVE EVENTS, NOT IN A MILLION BOB PATTERSON CHEATLEY YEARS, BRAHHHHH!!!!!! Speaking of a million years, when I was with the strange vocalist lady in that recent interaction back in the year 1980 somewhere in hyperspace, as was told on my previous blogging texts a while back say around 6 weeks give or take, I ended up after the man from (TRINIDAD), who I now work with here in this part of hyperspace in the so-called real and waking world of so-called reality, by the name of ‘Sam’, a short Americanized version of his true name, JUST LIKE ON THE LAW AND ORDER SHOW OF YEARS AGO AND AGAIN THEY SEEMED 2 PRECISELY KNOW THE FREAKING FUTURE, (MY) FUTURE, began trying 2 hail some type of a weird taxi-cab, but I ended up telling another person that was along with us, how the words of cotillion and pavilion all end in the “ION” letters, and have an ancient Latin significance of groupings, such as grouping 3 digits together in high numbers of mathematics, YO. U know what I’m referring 2 unless UR in the 2nd grade, or Lenny’s hockey hickey sticks 3rd grade, YO, such as MIL, BIL, TRIL, QUADRIL, and so forth, and how adding the (ION) 2 these expressions, these groupings in threes all come 2B in the world of mathematics, with or without any Precious 123’s, dying 28 year olds being taken away from the blond loves of their lives, or being labeled or named “CRYANNA”, I mean really, examiners of 600-W, just how much really, would Jack McCoy buy into, yet I am supposed 2 say, OYR???????????????? Hay, I know this is HER way, SSJK’s that is, of letting me know she has indeed returned, and gone from Sarah 2 Mariah, and that is all fine and well, I only hope that SHE is able 2 properly process and handle this information. By my way of thinking, that is quite a bizarre way of getting past the stairs of her childhood, but as the lady said who kissed the cow, each one 2 our own taste, YO!!!!!!!

When I tried originally 2 do the MAS project, no one on this planet would believe the resistance and the obstacles that were all thrown up around me, and it was right out of the wildest fictional movie ever made and then a whole freaking lot more peeps. Houses and areas disappearing, landscapes seemingly altering temporarily, people that stood a chance 2 make a lot of money selling me things treating me like total bother schmucking dog shit, and alienating me, I mean I understand the economic and entrepreneur mentality, it is all about making a profit and getting your business 2 grow and freaking succeed, not alienating good customers 4 doing no more than asking simple questions about how 2 record a song and what I need 2 buy on a limited budget. But I could blog details literally 4 hours on end and not tell the whole story of what has happened 2 me with all of this down here in Florida and my attempts 2 record this song and appease this powerful and not always so forgiving teenager, or the inner-child part of the present her, in her case, since in reality SHE is 16, wow, U do the freaking math with all of these new shoes and road-trips, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Instead of boring everyone with a super long dissertation giving readers a full elaboration on this entire matter, just please know that it was right out of hell itself, but things eventually progressed, and within a short few days, the song will indeed b up on the freaking U-TUBE. It will not B some 100 K dollar production, but I do not have big bucks 2 spend, so all I can do is my very best. I have the most powerful goddess in the entire multiverse angry and in need of being appeased. The reason that I said the things that I said on the past blog and maybe on a few others even B4 that, were an attempt 2 make or trick the forces into believing a lie so that I could have a freaking fighting chance at least 2 get this damn song recorded and posted freaking up, YO!!!!!!! I know that SSJK knew, she is totally street smart and I know she knew this was what was going on all along, as otherwise my ‘dreams’ afterward would not have been all that freaking pleasant. She has beaten me up quite brutally and dastardly in many a wild ass nightmare. I knew she was onto me and that I never meant those things. I’m quite positive that She also totally knows that that not so endearing song called “REAL GOOD GIRL” sent down 2 the © Office on 15 August back in 1986, was meant, and THIS IS WHAT REALLY IS BEING APOLOGIZED 4. Let me now keep right on moving this story along on todays whittle bwogg, Elmer wabbit Fwudd, whaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!

Now how does my automobile insurance company fit into things with this blog, some I am sure R inquiring in their mind right about now? This is the powerhouse shit today, and this is Y the retard jerk off just now came over, with his stinky body and string walking back and forth and annoying me, so let me take this upstairs and finish the story there, and get away from this diseased mother fucking dick head. OK, I am upstairs and away from that nut job stink bag with the fucking rope. Here is the quick story and a bit more literary judo, fucking HA-HA-HA-WHO of 1981 or 1982, © Examiners, YO. I told the State Farm Insurance agent I was dealing with back in New Jersey 2 read all my blogs since my kidnapping in middle 2008 by THAT FAMILY, and how I was forced 2 do things by them in this situation of Stockholm syndrome. They believed me thank the gods, as they did not raise up my rates when Chicky slammed into that restaurant sign on Route 30 back in Jersey. This was a major victory 4 me a severe blow 2 the EVIL EMPIRE. I will always love STATE FARM, and will B loyal 2 them forever. This is not about the savings in a policy premium not being raised; this has a much greater significance and higher values than monetary. This means the world is knowing my story is all true, with or without fantastic movies being made. --------- END TRANSMISSION, YO!!!!!!

safe journal chapter 0031

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0031
1:00 PM, SATURDAY AFTERNOON, OCTOBER 9, 2010
SUBTITLE OF THIS BLOG: FORT PIERCE PLANNED
A VERY LONG TIME AGO BEFORE WORLDLY FOUNDATIONS:
BEGINNING OF THIS BLOG:


I can relate so well 2 many literary works and even speaker’s words, as they so famously and repeatedly tell how the ‘beginning’ is a good place 2 begin the dissertation that’s about 2B given, even though this always correct literally start of events, cannot always tell things and stories best. Hollywood has learned from this powerful secret, despite those peeps such as Terry Egghead from the New Jersey harbors who vehemenantly freaking disagree with this breaking away of the standard traditions here, and will not even read or listen 2 a story that is in anything but totally perfect chronological order. 2 this I respond, these peeps R hopeless, things R not all explainable in chronological ways, and not only is Tinsel-Town aware of it, and has been now 4 at least the past 20 years or so, but so also R the majority of the great authors, Patterson himself being of no exception here. U cannot take characters such as members of an extremely unbloggable family, myself-the Mountainpen, or the entire Atlantic City situation since the middle nineteen-sixties with me and this world renown location referred 2 in the 21st century by many as America’s favorite playground. How I detest this age of the cellular telephone, every user of these machines just loves 2 sit and yack away, library’s R4 quiet butt wipes, not U stupid ignorant yakkers. Remember that I cannot expect posts 2 automatically post up any longer, and I’ll really tell the details about all things pertaining 2 this, not 2 imply 4 even a second that I’ll ever really get totally 2 the bottom of all things that R placing me endlessly into this mother trucking MISTER Joseph Paget HELL-FIRE, YO! During this entire week, I was under a difficult situation of whether or not 2 report and discuss matters relating 2 the second coming of Jesus Christ, and how real things around me may in fact B. Now I feel it is totally safe 2 tell a lot of things that have all gone down, as I feel that a gigantic con-game was attempted again on me, and when the enemies knew I had managed 2 get onto it and was merely playing along, they decided 2 pull back and break it off, this is of course merely my little tiny and quite insignificant opinion, but one still, that even the mighty Michelle Daniels of the RPL Sound Recording Studies, permitted me 2 have and maintain back in middle late nineteen-eighty. I am not using any major excessive punctuation or explanations in my keyboard speaking in blogs until I can totally unhack the August 21, 2010 problem, just as of course, I was determined 2 get 2 the bottom of the problem that was much more severe and life threatening in both the years of 1983 and again in 1986. Still, hope as they do say and claim, burns eternal, so Y should I put my flames out yet? As I told Diana around these earlier times in my current dreaming-sequence lifetime, I am not attempting 2 do anything with those night-fires. I cannot speak 4 the top dog in the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, MISTER Gravityfields Controller HIMSELF, the MICK-WIRE, yes, we can always find humorous ways of depicting and viewing the worst disasters. Symbolism cannot ever really B destroyed, merely ignored by humankind. It is simply a fact, another way of perceiving this mystery is that it SIMPLY EXISTS, as does any and all things that in fact DO exist. There R an infinite amount of reserved entities known as the NON-EXISTORS, and we R either one of us, or one of them, crossing back and forth between these 2 items of truth, is not a possibility that my frail minuscule mind is able 2 grasp at all, despite actually meeting an entity in some parallel universe, in Egg Harbor City in New Jersey, a young male child, who actually had somehow managed indeed 2 accomplish this fantastic and incredible feat. I call the meeting of this wild child of quintessential mystery, my most unexplainable event. It brings back a memory of my mother telling me in her high school days when she was in an English class and the teacher wanted the class 2 all write a 500 word short story about their most embarrassing moment or time, this is most definitely my most amazing and unexplainable one all though not embarrassing, I also refer 2 it as with my own private self as the DAY OF THE MAROLA ROLL CALL IN THE HARBOR. If a reader of these words has no background or familiarity with many of my past 3 or more basic years of blog texts, then U will B simply scratching your heads and saying, wow, here is a real nut case blogger, YO, come look at this crazy garbage! Some strange thing is ongoing and B4I go on any further, I must C what is happening with this word processor machine here at the library. I will not discuss this matter any further and make the possible or potential situation grow into one of Prosecutor Ron Wirtz’s monsters of the early middle nineteen-nineties. So far the only blog not posted up at www.blogger.com/ website, is I believe, chapter #0027 of this blog-book, called, “SAFE JOURNAL”. I hesitate writing in more than one or 2 hyperlinks, or 2 many separate paragraphs, let alone any curse words of the root GAWNUM-PCN-53, as I did in fact ask the cards last night 4 the real and true reason that Misses Kinsel threw me out of Apartment number 125-A Haddon Hill, in Westmont, New Jersey back in the summer time of the year 1969, and in deed my first card draw was a 5 and the second draw was a 3, generating the mighty PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER OF 532, don’t die on me yet, MISTER BILLY GRAHAM, and yes, I do forgive U, kind sir, as Stacey Krassle ordered me 2 do so. She threw me out 4 cursing, and yes, “CURSE” is PCN-532. But so is ANGEL and many other nice words, huh Billy?

Yes if anyone wants 2 view the mighty Kingdom Harvest and C me on the site talking about “swirvy light bulbs”, making me sound like some freaking retard, just go and C it all 4 yourselves, as some of the stuff connected with all of this is indeed totally not bloggable. This website is as follows: Simply type in www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ and yes, the pigs on the hot nineties beach of chemtrails and pollution, and DNA proofs, without the great SORONSON LABS, yes-sir, video beats labs every time, just as they love 2 say, ‘it’ doesn’t lie, all though all high tekkies know fudging any audio or video is very simple. Still lab assistants R fun 2 talk 2 when they have access 2 the 4th dimension. But moving further along with this could make no place safe on Planet Earth, 4 me 2 hide out in, so unbloggable indeed means, UNBLOGGABE. No human on Earth from Albert Einstein on down, has a clue about what I have gone through over the past nearly 56 years as the present me that I am physically interacting in and through in a major horrific sequence of nightmares and dreams, that U all would C in reverse order as some kind of real life, despite the Quantum Physicists saying that I am correct when I tell U that nothing on this material realm is in fact real or tangible. But enough of the Angel and the Graham connection 4 today, it is time 2 discuss an even more important ‘BILLY’ right now, and I feel it is safe 2 do this, I merely need 2B a bit subtle and extremely careful, right Paula Fireworksnight? This topic will automatically slide into the conversation if I begin with discussing that I had come 2 learn was so powerful, and was often made by the late and yes, the great, David Charles Roth, at least MD of RPLSS, IMHO, which/witch I am certainly by your own words, ENTITLED 2, AND INDEED HAD A VERY GOOD REASON 4 HAVING, AM I RIGHT MISSY? Speaking of standing ovations and major applauses, I made no bones about the guest that the mighty Billy Graham had on his television crusade back in the middle nineteen-nineties and what was sung and done, it all is on previous blog texts, and we all know how the only really SAFE TIME CAPSULE is the United States Copyright Office. THEY R in it and amongst us, and that I easily managed 2 figure out in the ‘Miss Press On Lee’ days, with no Beetle juices spilling over on me, or blood, PTL! I am going 2 say this one more time and most likely that will B forever that, and will never again B reiterated by me, I am tired of rumors circulating that I am some time freaking traveler. Dave Roth had a very non-scientific and non-mathematical concept that made tremendous and gigantic total sense out in the ‘real’ world. I called it his THEORY OF POTENTIAL. He claimed that something was keeping me endlessly down and broke and miserable, cool and fine YO, a retarded freaking little child could come up with that clue from hanging around me a few days or weeks, but his theory went onto digging things quite a bit deeper. He thought that there were 2 factions in this group of ‘whatever’s’ against me and hurting me, one doing wild stuff 2 break me out of the now called by me, “HUNTINGTON CURSE”, while simultaneously, the other faction was preventing the bad injuring one from doing this, and even setting up events in a positive way, remember and bear totally in mind that both of these factions lay far above normal perceived humanity realms, and time is as meaningless 2 them as it truly is in fact, MEANINGLESS. It is pure illusion above its own 4th dimensional reality, and both of these game playing factions indeed do operate through these higher than the 4th dimension reality. As 4 all of the musical projects done by me between the years of 1983 and 1986, this is all part of the game, but please folks, C the truth here 4 once, and do not B the epitome of a butt wiping moron cubed, NOT MY GAME, THEIR GAME, YO! Seeing this in Dave’s philosophy with all of the throwing or should I say NOT THROWING AWAY BEAUTY QUEENS conversations at or coning back home from the Highpoint Military War-games Pinelands of Warren Grove, New Jersey in the middle-late nineteen-nineties, things begin 2 fall more and freaking more into perfectly balanced machine precision pieces. Still, Mister Carlisle, I am not Saddam Hussein, nor was the area that we were talking these things over, the great and mighty BAGHDAD, YO! With all the clueless kids of America now left a decade and a half behind, and things coming up towards the mighty new millennium, the mighty gentleman Captain Jean-Luc Piccard and his pals the club of Berman, Pillar, and Roddenberry, knew all of this and a lot more, and Steve Murray knew Y he did, and so did my wonderful father, and Mel Fisher of Treasure Salvers Corporation. Lisa, Dawn, Leticia, “HAY GIRLS”, if I broke anything up, it was your evil scheme of wiping me totally out forever, it was Fisher and Wagner’s scheme 2 break up my parents, so even if any truth existed 2 your wicked and awful horrendous accusations of me in 1972 up on that rotten north island, would things B even? Still, I am pleading totally not guilty, ‘your freaking honor’, despite so many peeps seemingly so desirous of airing all of the dirty linens of yesteryear. This all takes us on a bit more on this topic that believe me folks, does totally relate together and perfectly tie into each other piece by freaking piece. Dave Roth and only Dave Roth, had the basic answers, and from these basic ideas and concepts, would have eventually sprung out all of the many more detailed and elucidated nuances involved in all of this horror show. The main part of the HUNTINGTON CURSE is so simple that a 4 year old can C it without any iced-tea, and with a pair of blindfolds on his or her freaking head, YO! Keep Mountainpen Mohr down and out, poor and miserable, friendless and hated. Yes, this is a pretty good way of permanently destroying the life of one’s enemies, don’t U agree my Blogaudians? I finally got rid of another extremely freaking annoying young girl on the other side of the table. Cell phone yakking and printing continuously, wow is being forced 2 blog around these situations a royal pain in my rear. Good freaking riddance, YO.

No there is absolutely NO SECRET about the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL’s intense aversion 2 the combination of ME and MUSIC. The Dave Potential theory spells it out like a champion advanced spelling bee contest winner. It could not B seen or told or shown one bit clearer, it is right there and in your face, huh Frank Delpercio and Dawn-Marie King. “Get with the 90’s”, huh Frank, well, the 90’s got me old buddy. But B4 that was totally a reality, YO, 2 years earlier in the springtime in 1988, I was outside a McDonalds with Dave, and need not B a prophet or a prophet of nothing, huh US © Office Examiners of the times, YO, 2CY this potential thing has those creating this HUNTINGTON CURSE on me so ballistic when I ever try 2 do any musically related thing. Music and big bucks go hand in hand, and big bucks or any bucks R not allowed anyone suffering under the HC! I tend 2 think of this reality and things all along these lines as my theory that expands on David’s theory of potential, and I have named it, yes and Y not name it, it deserves a name as all things deserve a freaking name, and this being the “DANCING MCDONALDS THEORY of MUSIC and MONEY POTENTIAL and HUNTINGTON CURSE BREAKER. Abbreviated, we can simply label this 4 any future reference as my “DMTMMPHCB”. A mini-droid has been sent over 2 fly in front of my face and annoy me, is there just 2 much truth being told 2U all out there 4 the mighty MILLIONTH-COUNCIL 2 handle, YO? The 3 things that instantly all went down, basically boom-boom-boom, beginning a couple of months back from right now, R as follows: The first was the Orlando, Florida USAESMWG Studio, and the man whose wife was out of the blue just suddenly diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis or MS after he was going 2 help me do ‘MAS’. Secondly, a more than a thousand dollar pro-tools computer program was hacked and wiped out, destroying its own self without any help from Mister Phelps or any of his early nineteen seventies impossible missions, destroying an entire musical computer, and whose system was this, but friends of a boss from work, who agreed 2 do and post up on the U-TUBE, what else, but yes U guessed it, “MAS”. MAS = MI APOLOGY SONG, in reiteration, YO. Third, I purchased a keyboard, and after using it and making a beautiful music track of MAs, the entire thing just shorted out and died. It was not repairable or so the store tells me, this is on my prior blogging texts. My simple question 2 anyone reading this blog is this, WOULD ANY OF U REALLY HONESTLY BELIEVE IN (THREE MAJOR NEGATIVE COINCIDENCES) LIKE THIS AS BEING JUST BAD LUCK AND RANDOM EVENTS THAT R ALL ISOLATED AND THAT I SHOULD NOT AS ALWAYS TAKE VERY PERSONALLY? Another question if I dare lads and lassies out here in the net-lands, YO? Would Jack McCoy buy into this if this was all going down on one of the ‘LAW AND ORDER’ television shows? Do not bother please in answering either of these 2 questions, U will either B agreeing with me, or lying 2 me, AND U KNOW IT AND I FREAKING KNOW IT, YO! This is taking us closer now 2 the 2nd Billy, not MISTER RELIGION. And now 4 just one more quick walk through if my Blogaudians will ‘Gottwald-Camera-Permit’ this, on another point that all leads up 2 this will first B briefly touched on here MISS DELA REESE, not Quakertown ANN or Roseanne Heart-Attack Cash! Yes it seems the name of Bobbie or Bob is there like those 4 or 5 double initials, never leaving me, always present, haunting my very soul down 2 the core of hellfire itself, huh Bobby Mc-G? With or without any spoons that age over time or get bent up by the Uri Gellar Club, or Cheatley’s, or Mick-Gee’s, or whatever, YO, my pernt here Archibald Queens Sir, is this: First, Sir Rick of the library who was helping me out, suddenly was transferred out of here and far away. He promised 2 help me but never returned my telephone calls, he was all just a bunch of hot air, another phony 2B added 2 my long list of phonies, either scared or paid off, or more simply, just another butt wipe. Just when I was about 2 close the door on blogging and find the next step 2 embark on with my life and telling my freaking story 2 as many as will listen, along came at my work place, a strange man who was in the military service over in Pakistan and Afghanistan and Iraq, and this was no ordinary human being. He claims he is Jesus Christ come back 2 Earth, and showed me some powerful proof of his claim. He told me his sister Sarah-Stacey is going 2B destroyed, along with Cousin Diana. I told him that if he really is who he claims 2B, not 2 take lightly what your sister and cousin can do, and told him he has forgotten about the SIL. He admitted he heard of the SIL but entering into the time world again, has forgotten a few key things, and this SIL being 1 of them, or Scylla Inheritance Law, that the rulers of the PHASE-2-REALITY, or the Astral-Plane, bestow on the eldest daughter of Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocllvious Krassle, Gawky, or her true Astral Dad, huh Kenny Hammonton? He told me that he was going 2 destroy my Huntington curse, and place me in a heaven 4 about 100 years on Earth, and that I had 2 take some junk that he replicated from the US Military. These ‘ingredients’ R known by top-top secret classified files as 11-o’clock pills, biologically turning anyone back 2 their prime and keeping them there 4 roughly 80 or 90 years. I told him all I wanted was 2 escape life, not 2 live longer, but he insisted that I would not feel this way if he could bring heaven all around me and remove the hell game that presently surrounds me. He spoke of things that only I could know, or perhaps some of the closest in MC family members may know. There would B no way he could know certain stuff otherwise. He knew about my 10 grand, the deal with Wagner, the copyrighted song “Real Good Girl” and a hundred other things not known 2 anyone here in Florida and around me and my immediate life here in the daily world that I am interacting within. He told me 2 go into trance and tell SSJK that he was taking command and that a powerful game would B played in Greece, and 2 have Diana there and 2B there Herself at the end of this 2010 year and this would go on into early 2011, when they would B defeated and destroyed 4 trying 2 destroy this Earth planet. Well I told them both and Sarah-Stacey told me that SHE was going 2 handle the situation. The following morning came, I awoke by alarm clock as usual, and bathed and cleaned up, dressed, and drove into work as usual. I told “BILLY” what Sarah-Stacey Krassle said, and he laughed. 2 hours later, he became violently ill and left and said he would return tomorrow, or Friday, only he never did return. I am only REPORTING THE NEWS PEEPS, NOT FREAKING CREATING IT. I told one white lie about the 12th of July of 1970 and one little thing that Sarah said on a bus when in truth she was not on the bus that night nor said this thing, other than this one lie, I have never ever lied, this is all the freaking truth lads and lassies and Labrador Retriever Dogs, YO. Only the gods and time know what is in the (CARDS) 4 next week, I will not lie and say I am not scared brown-less, as I AM, and more than 22 times, YO!

1983 and 1986 were powerful times 4 me, and all my enemies know it, those that know because they R humanly wealthy and powerful, and then those who R directly responsible 4 making it that way 4 me back in freaking time. I always knew Sarah Krassle’s brother would return after Browning road, I am wondering if HE remembers that day in 1980 while he still was a dude in his late teens telling me my car would B wrecked, and sure enough that very night and at that very spot while driving home from my job at the recording freaking studio in summer time in 1980, IT WAS!

I have a lot 2 say, but am only concerned with surviving through the horrible death month that all true MORIANS know as DISASTERTOBER. All ready, my pay cut through the AARP kicked in, Dave always said we get hit with financial attacks every freaking October, and the dude was totally on the mother trucking money, YO! Now I only get a 40 hour biweekly check, no more 50, so more cut backs will B needed, what next Captain-O? When the wealthy R given only more and more while seniors and poverty level peeps R pushed down harder and further, in this never ending relentless spiraling vicious hellish nightmare circle of true hell on Earth, we as a global society can only expect endless misery 4 99.999999% of us, this has been going on since the beginning of freaking humans walking upright here on this ball of solid hurl-barf. Well, if HE is back, I will B HIS most interesting case in about 2000 years. In any event, the future has obviously received from the US © Office, all of musical projects from between 1983-1986, and destroying my other messages 2 the future was a waste of your time OTAMMILITARYUFOFORCE. Keep your 11 o’clock stay-young pills, and all your secrets, I got my message through, and if U try and prevent it and interfere, the entire solar system will feel the pain, U all know how this is built into the system atomically. Your ability 2 rebuild entire human eyes would sure B a nice gift 4 kind gifted and deserving peeps like Stevie Wonder, my old buddy, and Lightning’s as well, despite Michele’s cousins and their message 2 me that I am wrong, how do U say it MI, I know THAT I know, not what, I can read your powerful messages, U go girl, I am always here if U need anything SSJK, U totally rock, terrific job, YO!

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Well, some strange force keeps wanting me 2 say that this chapter and also the past two chapters in this book called, “SAFE JOURNAL”, is chapter ‘SEVEN’, I typed it again now and fixed my stupid screw up.

As always on stinking Saturdays here in this town here in hot-ass Floridovens, I could not park right at the library, always some crowded festival going on, YO, at least it could B much worse, what if it really was the “RASPBERRY FESTIVAL”, and then Captain Da Gama started firing shots at me from a ship out in the Indian River, yes peeps, 4 me aniwho, things always can and most likely will always continue 2 progress, much worse and more negatively. I will tell a few things and not harp super hyper time on any one thing, if that is indeed ever really possible 4 the Mountainpen 2 really do, saying and doing is always 2 different things as all of us certainly come 2 realize by adolescence or early adulthood somewhere in that range.

Not all that much will B left out today, reach 4 the nitrogliss Don and others, U2 my new foe on the cast. U know peeps in general, this all proves one mighty thing 2 me, and if all of U let it totally go by U, then that further proves what I’m now about 2 tell y’all, BRO!! Instead of a more human and humane reaction 2 my words that tell of my horrific suffering and hardships and hell without let up nor ceasing, most if not all readers only have mean nasty feelings, attitudes, and retorts 2 come back at me with, but I hope the ‘STREET” survives this whittle tell-all thing today, it did not seem 2 appreciate my being all that exactly specific with the 2 letters from some of the mighty cousin-descendants of Captain Da Gama, the mighty women of New Jersey who basically planned 2 forever kidnap me and control my movements in an entirety, with a mother fucking agenda that if I can ever prove, lots of powerful peeps may have 2 go down, and if innocent, cool, but if not, well, Sigmund Malyska, and Brad Messenger, sirs, that is just the freaking way that it all goes and was meant 2 unfold, mommy’s cards and all, YO!!!!!!! U know Wall Street, it is REALLY FUNNY, is it not, always with the ‘2-letters’, like YO!!!!!!!! I do not want your stock prices down, nor do I give a rats Christless fucking dirty shit ass if they shoot up 2 the stinking rotting moon, I only care that something is persecuting me, and I know that a direct parallel event between your mighty financial system and all of this is real no matter what anyone ever says or does, huh Erica Kane on AMC, John and Photeus on 10-SC Avenue in 1997, like DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so scarrrred Cal, so maybe U better watch out and B-Paula-Waves real ass Christ hole careful of those new girl friends and broken Kiesha arm thunder cracking punches, YO, Walter Cowards!!!!!!! Like I’m fucking imagining any of this shit, Jesus Christ All Plighty!!!!!!! Yes, when U want some privacy, U get just the opposite, when U want a little pussy action, it is always when none is anywhere. Maybe I should not say ‘U’, as I only know that this all happens 2 me, constantly and fucking continuously in the name of Mike Sottas Christ, and his arm crunchers from 1972, and followers in the next Piccard generation of hellishness, Dirty-Ugly-Hell!!!!!!!!!!!! So, Mike ol’ pal from the Jacobson days, RU following me around exploratronically BRAHHHHHH????????? Yeah, Cal, R we both supposed 2B all scarrrred??????????????????????? POW, Captain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m real impressed Aunt Geraldine Shaw Snow Mason, like freaking YO!!!!!!!!!! My ‘pernt’ Archie and all others interested here, is that I do not want 2B off 2 far on a freaking tangent, and is that instead of ‘awe, poor baby’ kind of responses 2 what I tell on me ol’ whittle bwogs, whaaa, I get anger and hatred responses, and then the real ‘miracle’ is that peeps wonder YI wanna fucking die and forever remain in fucking godless oblivion 4 the sake of all of the Jesus Waterwalkers. The Missourians R one thing, but the haters R on level 2. I only know that if my life was within more normal parameters, I would read blogs like mine with pity, being skeptical of the blogger’s sanity, yet I know that I’d remain open minded should said blogger speak rationally, and prove and offer enough fact-check verifications online, over and over with repeated claim and freaking authority. Anyone can fact check the United States Copyright Office, Studio Park Records, see how partners screw me over after telling me they would never act the way that former peeps did with me, and then go fucking cunt onto rip me off 50 fold worse than all the past ones all put the fuck together, YO. There R millions of things said on my blogs just in the past year, let alone 3 or 4 or more years, that can indeed all B checked out and verified, showing that all though the shit that is being claimed is far out and about as totally outlandish as it gets, it still cannot B proven out 2B a lie, and 4 a very good reason, it is NOT A FREAKING LIE, not any of it. I admit the one lie, and if U wanna hate me 4 it, tough shit. I admitted the July 12 night back in 1970 when I said how Sarah came 2 my aid. This was powerful shit, some force got me 2 do this 4 many reasons, and hindsight is every bit as great as the regular vision of the great goddess Sarah Jacobson via closet machines and AE’s, not U Bert, another freaking Al, dude!!!!!!!!!! Watch those powerful punches Mike Goddamn Sottas. Look, as Miss Press On said 2 me the other night about a week back or so, do U hear what UR saying? Yeah I do, but the problem is that I also heard a fantastic fucking statement made by a man accused of murdering another Julie, not White Viqueens, on the greatest law television show ever on the air, L & O, and that statement made by him on the witness stand while Jack DA McCoy was drilling him, was meant 4 me if anything in this Christ-ass world ever was, and it went, “It isn’t paranoia if somebody is really out 2 get U”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My point again and remaining right on it if possible, is that peeps will never cease 2 amaze me, and I really do hope that the STREET survives the Gloria Gainer must tell today, better than that other Saturday of 2 weeks ago, YO, with the magical always, “2 LETTERS”!!!!!!!!!!!! I will B telling how somebody bet me ten fucking thousand dollars that no such song was written or copyrighted by me in 1986, called, “REAL GOOD GIRL” If I am proven wrong, my blogs R2 terminate for the rest of my natural present me lifetime, and if right, I am supposed 2 open up a pay-pal account and will get this money from this nut case fucking Christ crucified whack job. WO is life getting wackier 4 me by the day, or am I the king of endless sike studies????

Here is the song, or the lyrics written in the early part of August somewhere in the year of 1986, hold onto your stocks, they will recover, but I expect that ten grand butt wipe!!!! Of course I know all ready that U will not pay up, dude or duddess, whatever the case is, but I do know that somebody wants me off of the fucking diseased internet, YO!!!!! B4I do this, let me quickly tell U all that I left the library, and some dirt bag bikers club was having a huge party right up the way, causing me 2 alter my usual route out of here, and making me change and go out of my way, as police cruisers were blocking the streets, and horrific loud ass shitty music was blaring all over their stinking area, does it get a lot worse 4 me old pal of the KALI Bureau of Investigation, ‘Mister’ Patrick Jane?????? Now as one persons wallet should legitimately B ready 2 lighted up 2 the ‘tune’ of ten grand, others may want 2B non Fort Pierce residents, and B ‘short’, my Christ in hot hell R giants living here in this miserable town. I am the tiniest jerk off in Saint Fucking Lucie County, Botbarida. Let me break up these walls of text, and stop wearing women’s Bra’s, oh well, Mizz Umwell, here R the lyrics, sorry if this hurt anyone, but I am only telling what was, and have no power 2 change things, that is up 2 forces far greater than me, huh Doctor Goldberg, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Am I doubting that some power and force can indeed remove me out of the records of even the mighty LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, OFFICE OF THE COPYRIGHTS, no I do not put any kind of transdimensional activities beyond the capabilities of these monster ass Randle Candle mall working firebug shit heads, at warp ten, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is what I wrote after mi encounter on that fateful night, it was all in fun and was never meant 2 hurt any feelings, I am very sorry, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If U say you’ll B a real good girl, and put up your hair in pretty curls, 4 me…I might even let U stay, 4 an hour, or a day with me. But if U say that U will not go, as the sun starts creeping up so slow…baby I’ve got news 4U, U can cry and scream as U feel my shoe. As U feel my shoe, tears colored in blue, I don’t care about U, I don’t care about U. ------------ Friends all say, I am mean, my heart is cold as an ice machine, they do---But I don’t care at all what they say, I wish 4 all of U2 go away. They tell U baby that I am cruel, and ask UYU continue being my fool…but all U do is smile and say, he is the greatest fish in the whole damn bay. Greatest fish in the bay, that’s what U say, then U beg me 2 stay, but I just throw U away. ---------- People tell me I am cold, they just don’t seem 2 know I’m simply 2 old. 2 me you’re just a pretty joy tool, my advice 2U is get back in school. I know I look 19, 2U, it’s in my genes but baby I’m far from new. I’ve been around such a long-long time; you’re like a flash of light that’s seen from behind. That’s seen from behind, I know I’m unkind, you’re sun never shined, cause we’re both lost in time.

The Copyright Office is right there in 600-ville, check it out, Y would I make up shit like this, uh-oh, that can have a powerful side connotation, did not mean the song, as all peeps with an IQ over their shoe size know the reason 4 that, DUH at all colors, and am I impressed yet Lenny Briscoe?????????????? I have reasons now 2B a little more impressed with many things. My disc ran out of space and I had 2 save things 2 another disc, at first things seemed hopeless, I now know these little square things R not forever, and only so many words can B saved on them, I mean naturally I knew this, it is just that I had always believed that they could contain more than this amount, not being video in nature, as Eddie told me that only video and music take up the great amount of memory spaces. Still, the jigsaw puzzle equation hits, where did the entire thing almost go swirling down the drain, right after I did, what, again, “REAL GOOD GIRL”, come on peeps, how am I not supposed 2 wonder about shit like this, BRO??????? There always was a powerful magic about this song, but U must remember, I did not really ever know MC, I knew a high school kid 4 about 55 minutes in the city. I am no traveler, I am not a dominant type three Exploratron nor am I on some mission. This is what makes me angry about those that love my ancestor so much. They will not believe that HE was on a mission. If someone is in a military service, they R under authority and carry out missions, they do what they R told 2 do; HE admitted 2 all of this, READ YOUR BIBLES B4U all get so angry at me, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am telling forbidden shit here, and I will pay 4 it, FOREVER AND FUCKING FOREVER. Also I suppose U have been all informed that it is far better 2B pissed off than pissed on, I know I agree with this seemingly simple philosophy, so chill out dude/ess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gawky Gaukauk is a powerful and mind blowing Astral Plane entity that had many lives humanly right here in this ‘very localized area’ in the unfathomably gargantuan sized hyperspace. One of these dudes was a Roman named what else, “Pilot”, spelled perhaps differently, but it amazes me how powerful symbolic-ness really remains all throughout both time and hyperspace. Paul Pedersen never believed that defying gravitation forces was anything short of a magical parlor trick and always cited the bumblebee example. He also did not believe that time ran at the speed of light and that the universe is not moving, but instead produces illusions 2 this effect. Antimatter is nothing more than the reverse of polarity in the charges of the electron and the proton. In worlds made up of one direction in polarity, time runs at 186,282 statute miles per second in one direction, while in the reverse polarity it runs in reverse, this is mathematical and proven, so Paul needs 2 reexamine his compressed seawater brain. If U run at this velocity, U will orbit the hypersphere every 60 trillion years give or take, and things never moved at all, it appears frozen. Is the Planet Earth really out there in the distance at various points? Of course not, but the principal operates as though it really is, because should someone field travel 2 a fixed point asteroid 5 light years out and then round trip back 2 Earth, they would indeed B 10 years backward in time. Since atoms cannot alter, this is Y doing this would alter the frequency or atomic signature, and now being on another material vibration, or in another localized part of hyperspace, if U should alter something such as find yourself and cut off your leg, U would not suddenly have a missing leg in your new atomic reality. This is where the sci-fi has not caught up with the known reality of the 22 hundreds. Maybe these truths R forbidden, I do not have the facts 2 this, so I cannot make a legitimate comment here. When I do not know, I do not know, and I tell U that I don’t, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Don’t die on me Mister Fox, but nice try BRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My real point on this day’s entire blog is that MIND CONTROL, through and via the PAWM PIE tools of the ETTOS of the Astral Plane’s mighty MILLIONTH COUNCIL, is real, and the reactions from the world 2 the words on my blogs, if NOTHING ELSE, verifies its veracity and true authority of reality, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Last night, a powerful interaction struck me, the Millionth Council had taken me somewhere, and in this small room, was a wall made totally of some viewing screen, and extremely bright colored lights were shining and when my eyes finally were able 2 focus and C anything that made sense, I saw the Space Shuttlecraft Challenger lift off again, and blow up. Then a bunch of basketball players from those days all appeared in my room there. One of them gave me an incredible shove, and I was floating in the air, defying the gravity in the room, as peeps like 2 put it. No laws in physics R ever defied, technology merely acts in ways that permit a more efficient and better interaction with these existing physical laws. This is Y the bumblebee in fact flies. Just because the engineers of this time period do not have the bugs all worked out, does not mean that the insect falls suddenly 2 the ground, am I correct here peeps? What human arrogance, huh Captain spok????????????? Just as in all of this, there R other laws involving me and the powers/forces that R in charge and control of this entire 60 terra light year hypersphere, or the expansion, (SPACE). Just because I do not know Y they work as they do and insist on wiping my life out, does not remove this reality. Still, I must not only suffer through the bull fucking shit and hell of the problem, nut must also endure simultaneously, the crap from others, rebuking me 4 so much, disbelieving it all, and when I bring absolute proof of shit 2 peeps in charge, things only go from bad 2 worse, proving again, that THIS ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING CHRISTLESS SHIT ASS THING IS TOTALLY AND 100% FIXED AND UNDER ‘THEIR’ CONTROL!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of Captain Da Gama a while back, his Private-Cosmicoded Number or (PCN) is (264). This number is not one of the more popular numbers out of the 81 PCN possibilities from 110-990, in the math base number nine. Out of the few, that I have written down, stuff that pertains 2 my life and my present and past experiences, that also is PCN-264, R the following items, oh the gods, where will it end, YO?????: FAMILY CURSE, GOOD GIRL BUM, PARLOR TRICK, PRETTY CURLS, NEW YORK CITY, LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS DREAM, and QUEEN OF BLUE. “Queen of Blue” was a song also written by me a number of months, perhaps a full year B4I had written the life altering song, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. I talked about the gravestone at my last job back in Jersey, Cifaloglio Trash Company in Folsom, Y would any company have a grave stone brought 2 a garage, right outside a door where the time clock in the garage was located, and had absolutely no reason 4 being there, the little girl that had died had no connections whatsoever with any of the bosses or workers or owners of this firm, YO??????? Get real, or in mi case, do not a get an open reel, not the RS1500US machine aniwho, YO back in 1980, just days B4 the powerful interaction in my life, where this awesome teenager sang LOVE is 4 CARPENTERS 2 me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another powerful PCN is number 862, it includes things such as DOW JONES, SARAH KRASSLE’S GAME, AND if I may press on with one more, APRIL LEE, WO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I do not travel, but this family indeed may B doing it, and playing the wildest and weirdest game imaginable, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Lee Pharmaceutical Company of 1987m knows precisely what is going on, but maybe they will tell U about it over coffee some day, Donald Trump, on your PRINCESS YACHT, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Copyright Office, beware, YO, this internet version is kicking ass out of the pre-online EPITOME OF PERSECUTION AND HARASSMENT, YO, and Goosebumps Donna all notwithstanding, BRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I gave the mighty Lee a tremendous idea, her and her dad, and they shoved it right up my ass. It would have helped the entire poor peeps of the world that need 2 buy some temporary furniture while down on their luck. Quite naturally, I thought of it myself, when I first came here 2 Florida, and when I could not purchase the things in this idea, it hit me, and April’s dad is into shit like this, but they refuse 2 do a thing with it. I would have shared bigger shit with them, but screw me on small things, and Y the fuck would I want 2 trust U with bigger things, a major Biblical principle, am I correct, defenders of my ancestor? Can U do this good with your ‘made up shit, SKG? No not U Sarah Karge!! Yeah, OYR, dream the puck on guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One of the things in these laws with me and these forces, is that whenever they get a heads up on anything that has 2 do with me being anyplace, such as listening in on private conversations, and violating peeps civil and constitutional rights, such as with me back on Friday afternoon. I got off work and right B4I had punched out at one PM, an announcement was made over the public address system 4 me 2 come up 2 the front, and I was coming up anyway 2 punch out, and April was on the phone and told me 2 stop over next door at Wendy’s place 2 pick up my paycheck, as she has it safely in her place and out of the mailbox. 26th Street is not the greatest place on Earth 2 let a paycheck just sit in a box outside, YO. LSS, as I stopped my car and got out, a scum bag MILITUFORCE aerial assault struck me fairly low and loud. Oh Christ, these fucking bumblebees, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I better BBBBBBBB careful, huh giant PAULA???????????

It strikes me so incredibly and almost dumbfounded how Ed Himacane used 2 tell me that he would also enjoy being a blogger, but could not, as he did not want peeps 2 think he was a bragger, and he did have a story that was somewhat enviable, at least 2 star-struck type peeps, working once with the all mighty musical group GREATFUL DEAD, mentioned in ‘HAIR’, huh Sampson ‘DS’ Delilah, and was very close and tight with the recording artist Janice Joplin. He had a lot of his hearing blown out from being 2 close 2 loud stage monitors (powerful audio speakers). He had quite a past, I checked it out with my peeps, and it was not bullshit. Still, Y can’t peeps tell true tales without peeps thinking they R mirror kissing? He was there with me in the autumn of 2006 when the true beginning of my terra-hell all started, after Robert McGuire pulled off that ‘magical’ stunt while we were on “HIS STREET’, OYR, this fucking happened 4 crissake, YO!!!!!! The man was in our faces and we had not seen it, nothing, but the camera we were filming our website on, sure had managed 2 capture his evil energy. I often wonder what this big bully man would do if HIS partner in the Atlantic City Irish Pub, ever tried doing 2 him, what my faggot partner Paul Pedersen did 2 me. U know that dastardly diseased mother fucking shit head, incorporated HIS new thing, SPR, INC, as far as the web information is concerned. In the coming weeks, I will get 2 a local attorney and C if I have any rights under the law on any of this, and just what I should do.

Yeah, as shown on the television show called ‘Dragnet’ in the 1960’s, the police show with Joe Friday and Officer Gannon, Friday’s partner said it 2 Friday at the station house so well and correctly, “try falling asleep and U will remain awake, and try remaining awake and U will fall asleep”. Yes, 2 perfectly quote old Gannon, “It’s a paradox”. When I come 2 realize that Vasco Da Game Player destroyed my entire life journal, and wanted 2 protect it from this point forward starting on Google Engine’s www.blogger.com/ first and fantastic website, from about 4 or 5 years ago as Chapter number ONE in MORIANITY BIBLE, continuing with these very words that R now being typed, I suddenly pick up more and more readers that will not just fade away into the sunset. Oh well, that’s show-bizz, YO!!!!!!!! Yes sir, life indeed is a major paradox. The few times I really wanted sex in my life, girls acted as though I was carrying Bubonic Plague around with me in my freaking pocket. Most of the time when all I want is 4 them all 2 go away and leave me alone, they R all over me. IT’S A PARADOX GANNON, SHEEEEIIIIIT!!

The problem with Robert McGuire who is sometimes thought of by the few, who know this evil dude as Bobby McG, is that he believes this world of waves and particles is real and in some way meaningful. He has been fooled and bull crapped into believing that he is covering up huge family secrets and that there really is power ass monster shit 2B in fact covered up, when all the time and all along, it is a gama, also known as a game, SIR PRINCE, watch those bomb parties in ‘99 YO!!!!!!

I can honestly say that this hypersphere of about 400 septillion miles in circumference, and 5000 times that or about 2 nonillion feet is a lot of nothing, sort of like the void itself, but there is a big difference peeps. In the void, no one needs 2 ever B concerned with any new shoes, as no one is planning 2 walk around this thing. Still, a nonillion pair of NEW SHOES is what it would take, I guess, or a great space ship and lots of patience, or just the freezer in your kitchen, as what really would B the diff, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! It took me so long 2 really get the message here, MC, and yes, it was 2 tell me that my swim club was indeed the gate and the connection 2 all of this, I was unaware in those days of your dad’s occupation so the initials meant nothing 2 me in oh-seven. In any event, congratulations 2U and Nicky boy, let me sign off and go home and relax, I need a nice shower and some food, Florida is baking, but I hear New York and Philly is on fire as well, oh well, say levee, and deja voo and Ernie Merker and Jamay-voo, huh Sherry “LEE” POTE, where is the shoe box now, and 4 that matter, who is driving my old Saturn, YO???????????? Wow, does it get better than this, girl?????????????

End Transmission, one great fish 2 another, don’t hurt me Paula K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!