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.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
safe journal, chapter 086
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 086
WORLD LABORATORIES, SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE:
030411.821.5555555555555555
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
3RD SUBTITLE: HOOD-LENNY CONNECTION CONFIRMED
FRIDAY EVENING HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Last night, I fell into a very weird and unpleasant 'sleep' early into the morning hours. The next thing I knew, I was with the great PAULA KING. It was major and not all that much is really going to be (James Patterson publicly 'tell-able'). What I can safely tell on my 'safe' journal here, I will, and some can deduce various degrees of shit. First, the jerk off in my neighborhood that is behind all other persons making my life bad here, has the exact same special 'battery' that '10-grand-Joe' had before he was canned over at my place of work. Their website is www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ and my photo is right there on it, just match it to the one at the blogger site of www.blogger.com/ as a blind child or imbecile can see this is a photo of me, like-DUH, and with McGettigan of the Atlantic City Water Company that magically turned into the pl;ace on Cornwall Child-Molester Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, McGuire on Saint James Place and Tennessee Avenues, and printer copiers and ETTOS anti-memory Doc Rogers juice, all notwithstanding, U can Google the Irish Pub of Atlantic City, or go right to the website www.ACMUA.com, but then, why waste your time chewing on garbage, take it me, it tastes rotten as fucking shit, and that is putting it more politely than all of the eels in the Copyright Office that could have freaking told me shit three years ago, and instead watched me wiggle and squirm and suffer in dog-shit and as agent '86' would say so well, AND LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes it appears that there is a very fine gentlemen, TEE-HEE-HEE-HE, 'all over again' Lilly Munster, who rides around with a huge sub woofer, and on nights and days like this one, spends his time, just fucking with me, FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, and I have court evidence that a house has recently been bought by peeps that got it for chump change, and the silent cash transfer came from good old space-time-mind re-phased, LENNY-80, so sorry if I mildly am ripping you off there fatso-Jenny, YO!!!!The Buddhist had his earlier idea and concept of space-time-mind-re-phase, and labeled it with the word, REINCARNATION, either way, sweet lovely George Mason Abbey Car, it works the hell for me. Moving on with last night and the major 'dreaming experience' that I had, Paula King is a person who is not like anyone else in the world, she is beyond mythical or magical, and has powers and abilities that even the horse-accident man would freaking envy. I admit I never saw her fly like Kent,. But then, we do not warp through the galaxy yet, but, we have had digital music for quite a while, and that was not the case with fake President Lincoln and his reception on the Star Ship enterprise that Captain William Kirk Shatner played for him after he 'beamed aboard'. So can we warp through space, and what is NASA covering up. All ready, they said they launched some shit a week ago or so, then today some other shit was supposed to go up and yet I heard that the last thing up was supposed to be the end of this stupid tax wasted bullshit. Who is kidding fucking who here with all these lies and all this fucking total bullshit, Lenny Rappernoise??????????????????? Let's move it along now with Paula. I admit that I have been madly in love with this powerful strange goddess since I was a twelve year old boy. She also was able to be the 'mysterious' Sarah that even the great hotel owner, Estelle Anderson Bassler never remembered yet every minute detail of everything else she could mother fucking recite like a grandma recipe.
The interaction or dream as most would refer to this as, began with unbloggable shit. She told me shit that I should have known was true all along, sorry again, TQ, should have trusted you, what a total freaking butt-wipe I am. Hopefully this does not spill too much, knowing me and this HC, it did. It explains the mail order business after leaving the Haddonfield school, the STM shit all along and exactly how it all happened and why, all the wild 'night-time-interactions all my mother fucking life and especially after the '36' month later incident after my Doctor Cohen 25 stitches after the Bruce Walter deal in WESTMONT, 320 years before major Westmont shit channeled through STM. How I remember the '36' number popping up over and over again that day in early 2008 at the Resorts International Hotel and Casino of Atlantic city, New Jersey, USAESMWG, before the old PA system 'went to town' the same way it did all through the early eighties right up into the nineties, so let me not say any more or fuck around with MAGNETICS OR ERNIE MERKER, OF THE RPL STUDIOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I can talk about is that Paula became a jet black dog, I forget what breed, and she talked with the same voice that she has in real life, or that she had in the nineteen-sixties anyway. Normally, Buddha reality works in one way, but occasionally, some powerful entity on the ASTRAL PLANE masters becoming two things, first beating something called LAWTRONICS, and second, entering the physical world as a person who can literally dream through and dominate, not only their own doppelganger in numerous local universes in hyperspace, but then apply a power house secret that effects reality in the trans-dimensional multiplex of STM by doing a certain 'un-tell-able thing, Jimmy'. Trump is an entity not as Trump, but in a true Astral World Identity, who managed somehow to beat LAWTRONICS. This fancy “L-WORD” is the 7th dimension, and this 'reality' is a BOSS of a sort, and tells all the lower six dimensions below and inside of it that come to be, what limits and barriers are permitted within the 4-D universes in all of the unfathomable hyperspace. Being able to do certain things while within a carbon based lifetime, or (while awake as a human being), is NOT PERMITTED, “LAWTRONICALLY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One of these people used me to create their entire personality on a tape recorder in the year of 1979, and literally bring the reality of shit alive, through a body and person all ready here and existing, but without the power source used, never would have allowed any of this wild shit that happened, to happen. The other cleverly manipulated the powerful ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITIES, known to some on this awake Earthly physical life as the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, to give special permission to bypass the LAWTRONICS of the D-7, and this would be Paula, so go figure the other dude, like-DUH-CMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What would I've even done without you Ann King Silva? Well, that is HSE, and irrelevant to this blog of right now, YO. Paula told me I am not imagining that the entire Process Department where I work is from Suffolk County, New York. One dude there has a loud speaking voice and I'd need to be totally deaf not to have heard him back in the middle of the week saying and I quote, “I know everybody in the county”. I asked him the following day, yesterday if my memory correctly serves me, if he knew the Gottwald, the Huntington's, the Myers, or boat-kisser Jimmy Dean? I knew that he would be too young to know any of these peeps, and he admitted that he did not. Still, I doubt you know everybody in the freaking county, old pal, but why is all of SC, no not you cousin Sarah Callio, working in one silly place down here in South Florida, and as the Romans might put it so eloquently, and MD miles away??????????????????? Paula went on to tell me that my limited knowledge of STM is why some things seem mysterious, both to me as well as others, and others even more so, as they know squat-beans about SPACE-TIME-MIND in the 21st freaking century, just as the 19th century peeps knew squat-beans about 'SPACE-TIME', until old Albert came along with his formulas and 'theories'. Theories my mother fucking ass hole. Then this lovely large talking black dog finished speaking this and suddenly appeared to do a Star-Trek-TNG-Mike Slewinski non-uni-bomber, sort of being there and not there at the same time for maybe 20 seconds or so, and then in a bright flash, she became my giant Paula, the way she really is and always was and always will be. Donald Trump is not related to her in human form, but these two are brother and sister in a large Astral World society of gods and goddesses in the great Province Olympia at the capitol in Olympia proper. This is also true of the Earth Lightning Goddess, Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis. Her twin brother is Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis Arteemis. This line are first cousins to the Krassle family of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, almost clear over on the opposite end of Province Olympia, measured on Earth this would appear in an illusion form of roughly measured in miles of 25 quadrillion. Still, the choice is there to travel across and enjoy the wild Astral scenic view that could never be described by any human writer, or merely to just pop over 'A' to 'B'. All of this information was posted on my website in the Earth mortal world year AD of 2006, o0n a now defunct website that in case the future internet is here and has tuned back to my blog using 'distance delay wide field bounce', www.morianity-foundation.com/.
Wednesday evening, my scumbag WOMO enemies gave me a monstrous and vicious diarrhea attack, and today they fucked with me at work, and tonight and all afternoon here in the hood with Lenny and the gang. I never in a million years knew one [powerful secret until last night and the memory that survived into wakeful human consciousness. Right now it won't be blogged. Keep fucking with LM REINC and it will, along with so many of all of your secrets, it will hurt for more than a day. Not all things work like 'Journal-Cassette tape 1796', and not all things can be set to health and well being settings. Am I a liar Copyright Examiners of a quarter century ago, YO, or is this a sworn testimony of truth that I could freaking take into freaking court???????????????????? As I said before and will most likely reiterate over and over again in man y as following blog, MI STORY TELLS ITYSELF, EVEN IF WE JUST TAKE IT BACK TO JOURNAL TAQPE 1786, the flip side is of course, as the US ()C) Office would perceive the reality of this, “Real-Good-Girl”. I apologize again, I should have known, especially being a well read DSM-4 person, it is all in the book, none of it was ever your doing or fault, is was always Gawky's, and I block out to this day how he hit you at the age of five, that totally sucks!!!!!!!!
Speaking of numbers and truths, it amazes me that the average person has not come to realize that Gene Roddenberry was indeed, just as Steve Murray said he was, AN OLYMPIAN GOD. The TNG episode from earlier this week with the super powerful repulsion beam hurling the ship light years from the planet of 'mystery' also showed the STM connection to creative art, especially the art of vibrations when harmonically blended in correct orders, called MUSIC. Every note in a twelve semitone octave can be assigned a number, and any son g can be examined GAWNUMLY. Wow, this one is not 'coming out' tonight, OK Diana?????? I know Brian told the truth back in September of 1983, and Daniels can try and bull fucking shit me all he wants to. DUD, buddy, I know what I know, BUT!!!!!!!!!!!
There are millio9ns of things I will; say as time runs along and SHE sings HER song, so without STM, Sir AE, how could I have ever written 'LONG RIVER BLUES' in 1979, DUH??????????
Well, the old expression about cats being away and mice playing at that time, reared its ugly head and showed a reality to me recently that I will not freaking soon forget, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION:
WORLD LABORATORIES, SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE:
030411.821.5555555555555555
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
3RD SUBTITLE: HOOD-LENNY CONNECTION CONFIRMED
FRIDAY EVENING HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Last night, I fell into a very weird and unpleasant 'sleep' early into the morning hours. The next thing I knew, I was with the great PAULA KING. It was major and not all that much is really going to be (James Patterson publicly 'tell-able'). What I can safely tell on my 'safe' journal here, I will, and some can deduce various degrees of shit. First, the jerk off in my neighborhood that is behind all other persons making my life bad here, has the exact same special 'battery' that '10-grand-Joe' had before he was canned over at my place of work. Their website is www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ and my photo is right there on it, just match it to the one at the blogger site of www.blogger.com/ as a blind child or imbecile can see this is a photo of me, like-DUH, and with McGettigan of the Atlantic City Water Company that magically turned into the pl;ace on Cornwall Child-Molester Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, McGuire on Saint James Place and Tennessee Avenues, and printer copiers and ETTOS anti-memory Doc Rogers juice, all notwithstanding, U can Google the Irish Pub of Atlantic City, or go right to the website www.ACMUA.com, but then, why waste your time chewing on garbage, take it me, it tastes rotten as fucking shit, and that is putting it more politely than all of the eels in the Copyright Office that could have freaking told me shit three years ago, and instead watched me wiggle and squirm and suffer in dog-shit and as agent '86' would say so well, AND LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes it appears that there is a very fine gentlemen, TEE-HEE-HEE-HE, 'all over again' Lilly Munster, who rides around with a huge sub woofer, and on nights and days like this one, spends his time, just fucking with me, FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, and I have court evidence that a house has recently been bought by peeps that got it for chump change, and the silent cash transfer came from good old space-time-mind re-phased, LENNY-80, so sorry if I mildly am ripping you off there fatso-Jenny, YO!!!!The Buddhist had his earlier idea and concept of space-time-mind-re-phase, and labeled it with the word, REINCARNATION, either way, sweet lovely George Mason Abbey Car, it works the hell for me. Moving on with last night and the major 'dreaming experience' that I had, Paula King is a person who is not like anyone else in the world, she is beyond mythical or magical, and has powers and abilities that even the horse-accident man would freaking envy. I admit I never saw her fly like Kent,. But then, we do not warp through the galaxy yet, but, we have had digital music for quite a while, and that was not the case with fake President Lincoln and his reception on the Star Ship enterprise that Captain William Kirk Shatner played for him after he 'beamed aboard'. So can we warp through space, and what is NASA covering up. All ready, they said they launched some shit a week ago or so, then today some other shit was supposed to go up and yet I heard that the last thing up was supposed to be the end of this stupid tax wasted bullshit. Who is kidding fucking who here with all these lies and all this fucking total bullshit, Lenny Rappernoise??????????????????? Let's move it along now with Paula. I admit that I have been madly in love with this powerful strange goddess since I was a twelve year old boy. She also was able to be the 'mysterious' Sarah that even the great hotel owner, Estelle Anderson Bassler never remembered yet every minute detail of everything else she could mother fucking recite like a grandma recipe.
The interaction or dream as most would refer to this as, began with unbloggable shit. She told me shit that I should have known was true all along, sorry again, TQ, should have trusted you, what a total freaking butt-wipe I am. Hopefully this does not spill too much, knowing me and this HC, it did. It explains the mail order business after leaving the Haddonfield school, the STM shit all along and exactly how it all happened and why, all the wild 'night-time-interactions all my mother fucking life and especially after the '36' month later incident after my Doctor Cohen 25 stitches after the Bruce Walter deal in WESTMONT, 320 years before major Westmont shit channeled through STM. How I remember the '36' number popping up over and over again that day in early 2008 at the Resorts International Hotel and Casino of Atlantic city, New Jersey, USAESMWG, before the old PA system 'went to town' the same way it did all through the early eighties right up into the nineties, so let me not say any more or fuck around with MAGNETICS OR ERNIE MERKER, OF THE RPL STUDIOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I can talk about is that Paula became a jet black dog, I forget what breed, and she talked with the same voice that she has in real life, or that she had in the nineteen-sixties anyway. Normally, Buddha reality works in one way, but occasionally, some powerful entity on the ASTRAL PLANE masters becoming two things, first beating something called LAWTRONICS, and second, entering the physical world as a person who can literally dream through and dominate, not only their own doppelganger in numerous local universes in hyperspace, but then apply a power house secret that effects reality in the trans-dimensional multiplex of STM by doing a certain 'un-tell-able thing, Jimmy'. Trump is an entity not as Trump, but in a true Astral World Identity, who managed somehow to beat LAWTRONICS. This fancy “L-WORD” is the 7th dimension, and this 'reality' is a BOSS of a sort, and tells all the lower six dimensions below and inside of it that come to be, what limits and barriers are permitted within the 4-D universes in all of the unfathomable hyperspace. Being able to do certain things while within a carbon based lifetime, or (while awake as a human being), is NOT PERMITTED, “LAWTRONICALLY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One of these people used me to create their entire personality on a tape recorder in the year of 1979, and literally bring the reality of shit alive, through a body and person all ready here and existing, but without the power source used, never would have allowed any of this wild shit that happened, to happen. The other cleverly manipulated the powerful ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITIES, known to some on this awake Earthly physical life as the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, to give special permission to bypass the LAWTRONICS of the D-7, and this would be Paula, so go figure the other dude, like-DUH-CMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What would I've even done without you Ann King Silva? Well, that is HSE, and irrelevant to this blog of right now, YO. Paula told me I am not imagining that the entire Process Department where I work is from Suffolk County, New York. One dude there has a loud speaking voice and I'd need to be totally deaf not to have heard him back in the middle of the week saying and I quote, “I know everybody in the county”. I asked him the following day, yesterday if my memory correctly serves me, if he knew the Gottwald, the Huntington's, the Myers, or boat-kisser Jimmy Dean? I knew that he would be too young to know any of these peeps, and he admitted that he did not. Still, I doubt you know everybody in the freaking county, old pal, but why is all of SC, no not you cousin Sarah Callio, working in one silly place down here in South Florida, and as the Romans might put it so eloquently, and MD miles away??????????????????? Paula went on to tell me that my limited knowledge of STM is why some things seem mysterious, both to me as well as others, and others even more so, as they know squat-beans about SPACE-TIME-MIND in the 21st freaking century, just as the 19th century peeps knew squat-beans about 'SPACE-TIME', until old Albert came along with his formulas and 'theories'. Theories my mother fucking ass hole. Then this lovely large talking black dog finished speaking this and suddenly appeared to do a Star-Trek-TNG-Mike Slewinski non-uni-bomber, sort of being there and not there at the same time for maybe 20 seconds or so, and then in a bright flash, she became my giant Paula, the way she really is and always was and always will be. Donald Trump is not related to her in human form, but these two are brother and sister in a large Astral World society of gods and goddesses in the great Province Olympia at the capitol in Olympia proper. This is also true of the Earth Lightning Goddess, Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis. Her twin brother is Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis Arteemis. This line are first cousins to the Krassle family of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, almost clear over on the opposite end of Province Olympia, measured on Earth this would appear in an illusion form of roughly measured in miles of 25 quadrillion. Still, the choice is there to travel across and enjoy the wild Astral scenic view that could never be described by any human writer, or merely to just pop over 'A' to 'B'. All of this information was posted on my website in the Earth mortal world year AD of 2006, o0n a now defunct website that in case the future internet is here and has tuned back to my blog using 'distance delay wide field bounce', www.morianity-foundation.com/.
Wednesday evening, my scumbag WOMO enemies gave me a monstrous and vicious diarrhea attack, and today they fucked with me at work, and tonight and all afternoon here in the hood with Lenny and the gang. I never in a million years knew one [powerful secret until last night and the memory that survived into wakeful human consciousness. Right now it won't be blogged. Keep fucking with LM REINC and it will, along with so many of all of your secrets, it will hurt for more than a day. Not all things work like 'Journal-Cassette tape 1796', and not all things can be set to health and well being settings. Am I a liar Copyright Examiners of a quarter century ago, YO, or is this a sworn testimony of truth that I could freaking take into freaking court???????????????????? As I said before and will most likely reiterate over and over again in man y as following blog, MI STORY TELLS ITYSELF, EVEN IF WE JUST TAKE IT BACK TO JOURNAL TAQPE 1786, the flip side is of course, as the US ()C) Office would perceive the reality of this, “Real-Good-Girl”. I apologize again, I should have known, especially being a well read DSM-4 person, it is all in the book, none of it was ever your doing or fault, is was always Gawky's, and I block out to this day how he hit you at the age of five, that totally sucks!!!!!!!!
Speaking of numbers and truths, it amazes me that the average person has not come to realize that Gene Roddenberry was indeed, just as Steve Murray said he was, AN OLYMPIAN GOD. The TNG episode from earlier this week with the super powerful repulsion beam hurling the ship light years from the planet of 'mystery' also showed the STM connection to creative art, especially the art of vibrations when harmonically blended in correct orders, called MUSIC. Every note in a twelve semitone octave can be assigned a number, and any son g can be examined GAWNUMLY. Wow, this one is not 'coming out' tonight, OK Diana?????? I know Brian told the truth back in September of 1983, and Daniels can try and bull fucking shit me all he wants to. DUD, buddy, I know what I know, BUT!!!!!!!!!!!
There are millio9ns of things I will; say as time runs along and SHE sings HER song, so without STM, Sir AE, how could I have ever written 'LONG RIVER BLUES' in 1979, DUH??????????
Well, the old expression about cats being away and mice playing at that time, reared its ugly head and showed a reality to me recently that I will not freaking soon forget, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
safe journal, chapter 085
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 085
WORST FUCKING MILITUFORCE OTAMM ATTACK
IN MOTHER FUCKING DECADEAS
7:23 PM, WEDNESDAY EVENING
MARCH 2ND, 2011
START:
The hacking on the computer is so bad that I am going to insist on getting g my money back or an exchange, DO NOT GET WAL-MART COMPUTERS unless you want big ass fucking problems, or from fucking STAPLES as I did in 2008.
Now does this really make sense, two different places, states, stores, and years? No, of fucking course not. Not when something is originating on fucking 36th Avenue in miserable SAN MATEO, California. I meant to type in PACIFIC TIME in my previous blog, not CENTRAL, my error or MIND-HACK. If you miss your wife so much but-----wipe, go with her next time. Get the hell out of my life DITM. Why would anybody want my fucked up name backwards anyway?
The noise from your paid off pals in the hood here is totally unfathomable. Fort Pierce Police Department,. How about a little mother fucking protection from this horrendous mother fucking monster, YO??????????
IF THIS FUCKING SHIT DOES NOT STOP, YOUR ENTIRE CITY WILL BE DESTROYED INB A GIGANTIC MONSTROUS ASS EARTHQUAKE, NEITHER ONWE OF YOU SHIT HEADS SCARES ME ONE BIT.
RON WIRTZ, Camden County New Jersey prosecutor of the nineteen fucking nineties, thanks for nothing, mother fucker. You even know this is all real you arrogant shit head. You even gave me letters that lady wrote you proving this bastard is playing with not only me but many others, who all go insane and eventually vanish and are forgotten about, well I don't plan on allowing this fucking diseased gun toting rapper McKINNON to wipe me out, not with all his supernatural powers from HELL ITSELF.
I will leave for fucking MEXICO at the end of the week, try fucking with me and you will die you son of a bitch. Maggie will avenge this monstrous and vicious attack on me. Yo0u are not only a filthy war coward Walter, but you are a demon straight from HELLO. You can stay frozen forever in that cryogenic laboratory b butt-wipe, and this is all you ever will be you puss bag runt slapper. At least my pal gave me back my hours and is allowing me to survive and make this trip out of here, thank you SIR, for the stimulus tax money, you WILL ALWAYS BE MY HERO and you are a great man and a wonderful President. I am sorry that you have to know such horrendous fucking bullshit exists on this planet. Get with the Pope if you have not yet done so, and everyone can witness that we all are facing some mega disaster, and no prophet has come even close to accurately predicting just what it really is all about or who is really behind all of it. I remember the summer time of 1980 as if it is happening right now, very hot, and very vivid. If I knew then what I know now, I would have shot you in my own personal defense that day in the car over in Philly while driving back to the recording studio in Camden. I never in my wildest mind could ever have imagined all this could possible be real, the problem world is that is and a few powerful scared top peeps out here know it is as otherwise, totally unexplainable shit would be able to be given more down top Earth and more rational explanations. THEY CAN'T however, and remember that I said the magic word on the open reel master, and in a very QUESTIONATIVE WAY, listen close Copyright Office, you know this is all REAL/E, and all of the filthy child molesters in or out of Somers Point in New Jersey all notwithstanding, or all of the Bobby MICK-GEES, Janis in or out of Tennessee or Saint James areas of the ALL MIGHTY ATLANTIC CITY, what needs be understood is that my saying shit then and even in recent years of my 'blogging-career' and having them followed by television show episodes as though I all ready lived throughout the next day, is all just a very naturally occurring thing known as SPACE-TIME-MIND.
I am not able to tell what is happening in detail, not at work, not the shit that I hear said, the things happening, it would not only boggle your minds my readers but it could literally throw shit so far out of whack in the MIND-REALM, that it would only serve to injure me, and never be an aid in my self defense. There is shit going on with me and all around me not only now in 2011, or in the past 3 and 4 and 5 decades, but in the future 1 and 2 and 3 hundred mother fucking years, this is BIGGER THAN ANY OF YOU OUT HERE HAVE CLUE NUMBER POINT SHIT OH ONE WANNA KNOW IN YOUR MOST FEARED FRIGHTENING FUCKING NIGHTNMATRES, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, just as in the repeated blogged and cited example of using old KICK FUCKING ASS systems for anything ranging from gambling games to the stock market, when charted from the time of the system's creation, the quantum dynamic effect kicks right in that does indeed mother fucking claim that the reality now is altered by the event becoming TREALIZED. This means, a system being created around a past performance. If the system was not created, the system never created WOULD REALLY have worked indeed, on the future results, it is the creation or realization that quantum physicists all know totally fucking well, and this being the altering of fucking shit in the sixth dimension. This is all very TOM REAL/E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DDDDDDDoing it differently JC Penny, would not change the Haddonwood disaster days either, but might indeed have made things far worse. When systems players try and chop around and change with the changes, they quickly lose even faster, be it in the game of Roulette or in the market. This is another known fact by anyone out here who has d had it all happen and is reading fucking this and just now it is 'dawning' on them, and they are saying now to themselves, “Oh fucking shit, now I get it”, Scylla will answer you if you wish however, by tuning back to the year of 2008, and going on the great MC's website, only not MC for Mary Carter, Martino-Callio, or MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. So is love for carpenters or not? Well, the answer in there and not really in need of Sherlock or Watson. It is all Donna Fargo wrapped up in 1969 and 1980 and yes, in 1994. Sop what the fuck went ()C) 1984 wrong with 2011 other than poor Harold Camping losing his credibility and sanity in about as half year or so? You all figure it out, it's staring us right in the face. Maybe it was Miss Fargo the English teacher that was sending you the funny faces, Ron Wirtz. DUHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MI was not destined to be such a real good girl huh Lenny Rapper?????????????????????? Hold onto your CD's, I lost a cassette tape that night, YO! Happy TRAILS!!!!!!!!!!!
END:
WORST FUCKING MILITUFORCE OTAMM ATTACK
IN MOTHER FUCKING DECADEAS
7:23 PM, WEDNESDAY EVENING
MARCH 2ND, 2011
START:
The hacking on the computer is so bad that I am going to insist on getting g my money back or an exchange, DO NOT GET WAL-MART COMPUTERS unless you want big ass fucking problems, or from fucking STAPLES as I did in 2008.
Now does this really make sense, two different places, states, stores, and years? No, of fucking course not. Not when something is originating on fucking 36th Avenue in miserable SAN MATEO, California. I meant to type in PACIFIC TIME in my previous blog, not CENTRAL, my error or MIND-HACK. If you miss your wife so much but-----wipe, go with her next time. Get the hell out of my life DITM. Why would anybody want my fucked up name backwards anyway?
The noise from your paid off pals in the hood here is totally unfathomable. Fort Pierce Police Department,. How about a little mother fucking protection from this horrendous mother fucking monster, YO??????????
IF THIS FUCKING SHIT DOES NOT STOP, YOUR ENTIRE CITY WILL BE DESTROYED INB A GIGANTIC MONSTROUS ASS EARTHQUAKE, NEITHER ONWE OF YOU SHIT HEADS SCARES ME ONE BIT.
RON WIRTZ, Camden County New Jersey prosecutor of the nineteen fucking nineties, thanks for nothing, mother fucker. You even know this is all real you arrogant shit head. You even gave me letters that lady wrote you proving this bastard is playing with not only me but many others, who all go insane and eventually vanish and are forgotten about, well I don't plan on allowing this fucking diseased gun toting rapper McKINNON to wipe me out, not with all his supernatural powers from HELL ITSELF.
I will leave for fucking MEXICO at the end of the week, try fucking with me and you will die you son of a bitch. Maggie will avenge this monstrous and vicious attack on me. Yo0u are not only a filthy war coward Walter, but you are a demon straight from HELLO. You can stay frozen forever in that cryogenic laboratory b butt-wipe, and this is all you ever will be you puss bag runt slapper. At least my pal gave me back my hours and is allowing me to survive and make this trip out of here, thank you SIR, for the stimulus tax money, you WILL ALWAYS BE MY HERO and you are a great man and a wonderful President. I am sorry that you have to know such horrendous fucking bullshit exists on this planet. Get with the Pope if you have not yet done so, and everyone can witness that we all are facing some mega disaster, and no prophet has come even close to accurately predicting just what it really is all about or who is really behind all of it. I remember the summer time of 1980 as if it is happening right now, very hot, and very vivid. If I knew then what I know now, I would have shot you in my own personal defense that day in the car over in Philly while driving back to the recording studio in Camden. I never in my wildest mind could ever have imagined all this could possible be real, the problem world is that is and a few powerful scared top peeps out here know it is as otherwise, totally unexplainable shit would be able to be given more down top Earth and more rational explanations. THEY CAN'T however, and remember that I said the magic word on the open reel master, and in a very QUESTIONATIVE WAY, listen close Copyright Office, you know this is all REAL/E, and all of the filthy child molesters in or out of Somers Point in New Jersey all notwithstanding, or all of the Bobby MICK-GEES, Janis in or out of Tennessee or Saint James areas of the ALL MIGHTY ATLANTIC CITY, what needs be understood is that my saying shit then and even in recent years of my 'blogging-career' and having them followed by television show episodes as though I all ready lived throughout the next day, is all just a very naturally occurring thing known as SPACE-TIME-MIND.
I am not able to tell what is happening in detail, not at work, not the shit that I hear said, the things happening, it would not only boggle your minds my readers but it could literally throw shit so far out of whack in the MIND-REALM, that it would only serve to injure me, and never be an aid in my self defense. There is shit going on with me and all around me not only now in 2011, or in the past 3 and 4 and 5 decades, but in the future 1 and 2 and 3 hundred mother fucking years, this is BIGGER THAN ANY OF YOU OUT HERE HAVE CLUE NUMBER POINT SHIT OH ONE WANNA KNOW IN YOUR MOST FEARED FRIGHTENING FUCKING NIGHTNMATRES, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, just as in the repeated blogged and cited example of using old KICK FUCKING ASS systems for anything ranging from gambling games to the stock market, when charted from the time of the system's creation, the quantum dynamic effect kicks right in that does indeed mother fucking claim that the reality now is altered by the event becoming TREALIZED. This means, a system being created around a past performance. If the system was not created, the system never created WOULD REALLY have worked indeed, on the future results, it is the creation or realization that quantum physicists all know totally fucking well, and this being the altering of fucking shit in the sixth dimension. This is all very TOM REAL/E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DDDDDDDoing it differently JC Penny, would not change the Haddonwood disaster days either, but might indeed have made things far worse. When systems players try and chop around and change with the changes, they quickly lose even faster, be it in the game of Roulette or in the market. This is another known fact by anyone out here who has d had it all happen and is reading fucking this and just now it is 'dawning' on them, and they are saying now to themselves, “Oh fucking shit, now I get it”, Scylla will answer you if you wish however, by tuning back to the year of 2008, and going on the great MC's website, only not MC for Mary Carter, Martino-Callio, or MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. So is love for carpenters or not? Well, the answer in there and not really in need of Sherlock or Watson. It is all Donna Fargo wrapped up in 1969 and 1980 and yes, in 1994. Sop what the fuck went ()C) 1984 wrong with 2011 other than poor Harold Camping losing his credibility and sanity in about as half year or so? You all figure it out, it's staring us right in the face. Maybe it was Miss Fargo the English teacher that was sending you the funny faces, Ron Wirtz. DUHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MI was not destined to be such a real good girl huh Lenny Rapper?????????????????????? Hold onto your CD's, I lost a cassette tape that night, YO! Happy TRAILS!!!!!!!!!!!
END:
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
safe journal, chapter 084
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO
CHAPTER 084
030211.014
START:
I went to use the computer around 8:30 last night and somebody hacked out the internet explorer, nothing worked.
I had to have my hacker friend come over here.
Somebody knows exactly what is going on and why. This is shat I try and tell to all the brave inquisitive souls out here who want to get to the bottom of many a forbidden topic, when they have no need to do so, as their life is in no way being adversely effected by said topic. They merely are curiosity seekers.
If I ever told the entire story about David Roth and his pal the 'systems analyst', Will MacAfee, and the strange night both in 1970's as well as 20 years later, on the far south end of the island, I would most likely disappear before daylight.
There are no words, nothing I can do, the Callio branch was just the skin on the surface of a very rotten and horrible apple, I use the term quite fittingly, my lovely endless game playing teen queen. Yes, the kids of America may be quite clueless about what is truly happening, but one in particular in the nineties knew exactly that these words would be posted on this very internet site, tonight. He knocked the entire system out in the Somerdale, New Jersey Death-House at 112 Harvard Avenue in 1997, and merely was playing with me, as anytime this Star Trek Trilane butt wipe really wants me, he know he's mother trucking got me. How I wish to the gods you would investigate my nightmare story and try and stop these inconceivable enemies, President BO. I know you are out there and watching this, busty as you are, just as I know it was no coincidence that out of six million square miles of continental United States land give or take, HIS EMINENCE chose the church next to the home of 65 Middle Road, in Hammonton, to come and visit, where this family kidnapped me in 2008 under a Stockholm Syndrome, and FBI, CIA, NSA,m or anyone out here, I'll gladly swear in any court that I am not insane and that this all happened to me, it is all of you that need to keep it all covered up because we both know that you dudes are all powerless to interfere with this all mighty MILLIONTH-COUNCIL and their Earthly dominated cult force known secretly as the great LAMBRIGGERS.
Real people with real minds can follow a 5 or 6 year blog story that no mortal hum,an being could ever plan ahead of time to make up or do some super James Patterson fictional work about. I am so disappointed in you teen queen it is beyond any words, I never thought you could do anything this monstrous again after the flood. You rule TQ, and I never said you don't, Exploratronic super-mind Buildings of Manhattan, New York, all not withstanding.
Can't you remember your party and the colored lights and the huge blue and white special kite that I bought you, and the endless joy there in Sahasra Dal Kanwal? What has gone wrong with my real/e left channel, Copyright Office, you of all peeps in Washington know that this crap cannot be rationally explained. It was you who asked me in 1984 about my recording junk, and I had to be evasive ans well as not admit that D-6 is not only part of what is going on with all of this, but IS ALL OF THIS. The cue review sound made from the future recording device known as DVD-VCR recorders, are all right there on that copyrighted 1984 tape called, WHAT'S WRONG. Why not help me out and play it for the great dude in the HOUSE. I have nothing to hide, it is the 1,000,000 entities on the Astral Plane that are behind all of this. When I talk about evil empires, this is what it really is, and all the rest of the stuff is merely puppetry under their total manipulation and string control. A silly child with or without a hubcap hammer and lots of computer wisdom and hatred for poor Little me can figure that out, how about joining him in his great wisdom, Hal David? I wrote you that letter so you would read this note today, almost three full decades in the future to this very day, YO. Wake up world, SATAN is real, and this story is true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I never screwed up and accidentally said “MI” in 1986 right before the song called, “Real-Good-Girl” began on that tape that I sent down there, and can be verified by any internet Googler who pulls up the web-page showing the title and year and my name, with no help whatsoever from any of Jessie Ventura's buddies. Am I right or not Salvador????????????? Maybe I should have come right out from the start of my opening blogs and just got right into the reality of SPACE-TIME-MIND. Well, I did not, and so now we will amend this issue. Bravo for me. If I can be braver than even this, let me include that my clock is back on central time, and that I appear to be living back in San Mateo again, only this time it is not on my e-mail but on other places throughout the system. But-374, and is that another pile of UMWELL-ONYX ranting fiction Oprah? Your ears work. Also, it is not on the script. Hay, this is just the news, I am not making it, I am only telling it, just as I told about my high school, the hub cap, all of it, only I had not put together yet how Lenny promised that I would never ever get away, sort of what Paula said to me also under the boardwalk on fire-works night in the wonderful year of 1969. You tried to warn me Rodney, and what did you really know, after-all, where were you from, pal?
END:
CHAPTER 084
030211.014
START:
I went to use the computer around 8:30 last night and somebody hacked out the internet explorer, nothing worked.
I had to have my hacker friend come over here.
Somebody knows exactly what is going on and why. This is shat I try and tell to all the brave inquisitive souls out here who want to get to the bottom of many a forbidden topic, when they have no need to do so, as their life is in no way being adversely effected by said topic. They merely are curiosity seekers.
If I ever told the entire story about David Roth and his pal the 'systems analyst', Will MacAfee, and the strange night both in 1970's as well as 20 years later, on the far south end of the island, I would most likely disappear before daylight.
There are no words, nothing I can do, the Callio branch was just the skin on the surface of a very rotten and horrible apple, I use the term quite fittingly, my lovely endless game playing teen queen. Yes, the kids of America may be quite clueless about what is truly happening, but one in particular in the nineties knew exactly that these words would be posted on this very internet site, tonight. He knocked the entire system out in the Somerdale, New Jersey Death-House at 112 Harvard Avenue in 1997, and merely was playing with me, as anytime this Star Trek Trilane butt wipe really wants me, he know he's mother trucking got me. How I wish to the gods you would investigate my nightmare story and try and stop these inconceivable enemies, President BO. I know you are out there and watching this, busty as you are, just as I know it was no coincidence that out of six million square miles of continental United States land give or take, HIS EMINENCE chose the church next to the home of 65 Middle Road, in Hammonton, to come and visit, where this family kidnapped me in 2008 under a Stockholm Syndrome, and FBI, CIA, NSA,m or anyone out here, I'll gladly swear in any court that I am not insane and that this all happened to me, it is all of you that need to keep it all covered up because we both know that you dudes are all powerless to interfere with this all mighty MILLIONTH-COUNCIL and their Earthly dominated cult force known secretly as the great LAMBRIGGERS.
Real people with real minds can follow a 5 or 6 year blog story that no mortal hum,an being could ever plan ahead of time to make up or do some super James Patterson fictional work about. I am so disappointed in you teen queen it is beyond any words, I never thought you could do anything this monstrous again after the flood. You rule TQ, and I never said you don't, Exploratronic super-mind Buildings of Manhattan, New York, all not withstanding.
Can't you remember your party and the colored lights and the huge blue and white special kite that I bought you, and the endless joy there in Sahasra Dal Kanwal? What has gone wrong with my real/e left channel, Copyright Office, you of all peeps in Washington know that this crap cannot be rationally explained. It was you who asked me in 1984 about my recording junk, and I had to be evasive ans well as not admit that D-6 is not only part of what is going on with all of this, but IS ALL OF THIS. The cue review sound made from the future recording device known as DVD-VCR recorders, are all right there on that copyrighted 1984 tape called, WHAT'S WRONG. Why not help me out and play it for the great dude in the HOUSE. I have nothing to hide, it is the 1,000,000 entities on the Astral Plane that are behind all of this. When I talk about evil empires, this is what it really is, and all the rest of the stuff is merely puppetry under their total manipulation and string control. A silly child with or without a hubcap hammer and lots of computer wisdom and hatred for poor Little me can figure that out, how about joining him in his great wisdom, Hal David? I wrote you that letter so you would read this note today, almost three full decades in the future to this very day, YO. Wake up world, SATAN is real, and this story is true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I never screwed up and accidentally said “MI” in 1986 right before the song called, “Real-Good-Girl” began on that tape that I sent down there, and can be verified by any internet Googler who pulls up the web-page showing the title and year and my name, with no help whatsoever from any of Jessie Ventura's buddies. Am I right or not Salvador????????????? Maybe I should have come right out from the start of my opening blogs and just got right into the reality of SPACE-TIME-MIND. Well, I did not, and so now we will amend this issue. Bravo for me. If I can be braver than even this, let me include that my clock is back on central time, and that I appear to be living back in San Mateo again, only this time it is not on my e-mail but on other places throughout the system. But-374, and is that another pile of UMWELL-ONYX ranting fiction Oprah? Your ears work. Also, it is not on the script. Hay, this is just the news, I am not making it, I am only telling it, just as I told about my high school, the hub cap, all of it, only I had not put together yet how Lenny promised that I would never ever get away, sort of what Paula said to me also under the boardwalk on fire-works night in the wonderful year of 1969. You tried to warn me Rodney, and what did you really know, after-all, where were you from, pal?
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