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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0278
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
STARTING BLOG: I just got clocked fucked by whore-JANE.
THE EVIL EMPIRE IS MURDERING ME. THIS MESSAGE IS THE ANY AND ALL ENEMIES THROUGHOUT THE WORLD, THAT HATE OPPRESSION, AND EVIL WALL STREET, AND THIS EVIL G-8 WORLD SYSTEM OF ABVSOLUTE DOMINATION BY 400 TOP WORLD FAMILY CAPPY SWINE.
FIRE ALARMS, NUCLEAR TESTING SIRENS, HEALTH ATTACKS OF SEVERE CRAMPING AND WICKED SHIT ATTACKS, GUM BLEEDING, ALL THE SIGNS OF NUCLEAR ATTACK, AND THEN THEY HAVE THE FUCKING BALLS TO RIDE BACK AND FORTH SAYING THIS IS A TEST, THIS IS ONLY A TEST, WHILE THEY BLAST ME WITH NUCLEAR COVERT ATTACK. FUCK YOU DONNA AND JASON AND STICK YOUR FUCKING TIN FOIL UP YOUR CUNT LAPPING ASS, WHOEVER YOU ALL REALLY ARE, PK DOPPS AND ALL. I HAVE NOT HAD THIS KIND OF MOUTH PAIN AND TOOTHACHE MAJOR BUTTON PUSHING FROM SATANIC MOTHER FUCKING WOMO SINCE THE 1987-1990 ERA IN TIME WHEN THIS DEMONIC SHIT WAS ALL GETTING REALLY STARTED. BUT THIS IS BUT THE TINY MOTHER FUCKING OPENING TO THIS INCREDIBLE TALE OF NIGHTMARE HELL AND WOE, MY PEEPS. I WILL ONLY START TODAY WITH THE VERY INITIAL SHIT.
LAST NIGHT WHEN I WAS WATCHING THE CHANNEL ON SCIENCE ON COMCAST CABLE TELEVISION, FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, AREA, #110 ON THEIR LINEUP SYSTEM; AND FROM 11 PM THROUGH 1 AM, THE SHOW ABOUT STAR TREK, I KNEW THIS WOULD BE A DAY I WOULD PUT IN MY MOTHER FUCKING MEMS. LET ME TRY AND EXPLAIN, YO.
A snot nosed six year old with my level of enlightenment can see the obvious truth, that the so-called Steve Murray Psyche Myrathus gods of the Astral Plane, miss totally; while here in waking interaction collectiveness; is that shit is all fucking happening inside of worlds way too small for this interaction to start to understand or appreciate in any way, shape, or form. These mother fuckers did all of this by pure chance accident, as post-atomic-sized world illusion and mirage would perceive fucking shit. In deep truth, it is all PROGRAMED sub-atomically. Every mother fucking thing is. This great awesome television show is and was, NO EXCEPTION. I realized it before the 2-hour show, about the show, had concluded. I knew then and there, to brace up for a true fucking death siege and a trampling on my United States so-called protected constitutional fucking rights, come the moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning light today, and at ten of the fucking clock, POW, BANG, this nightmare shit that is totally fucking off of the wall, all began Sabrina Stuart Huntington Collins!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BLUEBOOK is a powerful reality, that few peeps know about anymore. Soon the entire World War Two generation will be gone, and the government will have accomplished a major conspiracy, BRO. This was the total cover up of really powerful fucking shit, and at the risk of disappointing the UFO-BUFFS, had very little to nothing to do with flying saucers and space fucking ass aliens. I bring you truth, I have no reason to sit here persecuted to death, and lie to you in favor of this totally whack EVIL EMPIRE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The simple truth, despite GOOGLING UP, MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, and seeing my very long term problem with Briggbase Lambrigger Cultists collectively in human bodies and programmed to interact as what is casually known of to the many 'fans', the EW, ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, the BIGGEST TOTAL MIND MANIPULATORS AND CONTROLLERS IN ANY MOTHER FUCKING WORLD OR GALAXY, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The subatomic world wants me to break my covenant with SSJK as badly as HER PEEPS of long ago, only they did disappoint HER, I on the other freaking hand, WILL NEBER let my TEEN QUEEN GODDESS DOWN, BRO! Really powerful peeps know all of this all ready. You are a bunch of cosmic fucking losers, ALL OF YOU. You may be dreaming here that you are fucking all that, YO, but as you awaken back in DOGTOWN, I only shutter to know your HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, they make my hell quite monstrous and inconceivably fucking horrendous in the so-called HERE AND NOW. It is next to impossible therefore for me to really have one fucking ass ounce of Linda-Pity for any of these twisted and diseased sicko monsters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No matter what this subatomic sickness does to me, I will not SELL OUT, not to trains, Sabrina Collins, Sarah Callio, or Jack Kennedy HIMSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow what a family. Did you really take that as an insult in 1988, Dan Quale??
THYIS FUCKING BLOG, 4 NOW, IS ENDING, YO, BUT I'LL BE BACH, 'GOVERNOR RELATIVE WIFE'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0277
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0277
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“REALITY-THREE FURTHER EXPLORED”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011 ©
DATE AND TIME FILE (DATFILE) CH-0277-120111.069
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I TOLD YOU GINA, AND OTHERS, THAT WALL STREET BY DECEMBER WOULD BE UP MILLIONS OF POINTS. I MAY HAVE SLIGHTLY EXAGERATED, BUT I WAS MAKING THE POINT, THAT PARALLEL EVENT IS REAL AND AS BEING USED AGAINST ME BY MOTHER FUCKING SQUAT SUCKING SCUM BAGS, AND HAS BEEN SINCE THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST IN 1986. THIS FUCKING WEEK, WALL STREET CROOKS HAVE MADE A THOUSAND MOTHER FUCKING POINTS, BY PERSECUTING ME SO HORRENDOUSLY SUNDAY AND MONDAY. I TOLD YOU BIG LOVELY GINA, U ARM BREAKER U, AND I WAS ON THE MONEY$$$$$$$$$$$. YOU ALL WILL SEE NOW, HUNDREDS OF GAINED POINTS EVERY SINGLE DAY, DAY AFTER DAY, WEEK AFTER WEEK, AND BY THE END OF JANUARY OF MYAN-12, IT WILL BE AROUND 20,000 BASIS POINTS, B-A-N-K----O-N----IT----YO!!!!!!!! BY APRIL, IT WILL BE UP MAROUND 40,000, AND BEFORE THE SECOND CALENDAR OF THE GREAT SHAH-WHITE OF THE VIQUEEN-JEWELLY-CLUB, IT WILL BE AROUND 100,000 MOTHER FUCKING CHEATED POINTS.
Somewhere in hyperspace, in this vast fifth dimension, this prophecy above will definitely occur. The odds that we who read or write these words in the STM of here and now, will be in a matching universe are not all that great. Still, it is all based on how much these bastards can ruin and destroy my life day by day, hour by hour, curls, girls and Superman movies all notwithstanding; that will obviously be the determining factor of just where this all plays out, in exact formula. Now here are a few super reality shocks, 'BING', Detective Studdereale, of L&O.
If I am so 100% correct, and after all, I did do what Einstein claimed could not be done, in 1986, and what many others would despise me for, but let us focus on roulette and not incest. Spring into action, John Mason of sunny hot FTLEFLUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It won't stay Christmas 1983 forever, old wallet Disdee misplacer, YO.
So what is reality-3, for those who read these words, yet refuse to scan back to summer time into autumn blogs of mine from the wonderful, YUK-YUK, year of 2008, Misses Marola?????????????????????????? Reality-3 is the 'WHY', in so far as my ability to consistently make money playing casino roulette that 'wonderful' year in '86, and is also the 'WHY' this thing called PARALLEL-EVENT or (PE) and thus ICPE or INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, works as it does, does what it does, the explanation of the mechanics behind it, no differently than a schematic design shows how the electronics of a machine are put together, chip by chip, diode by diode. Can I or anyone else in this dinosaur time period of twenty-eleven, Misses Marola and other wonderful peeps from my 1969 past; really ever get all the answers so that they could waltz into a laboratory, and mother fucking design a schematic that would properly fully illustrate REALITY-3, and what it does that makes PE and thus ICPE, work? No way 'Josey girl', NO FUCKING WAY. Don't get paranoid on me Governor Terrorist, as I am not making fun of you. I am too pissed fucking off tonight to laugh at the sick jokes of the late MISTER David Charles freaking ass Roth, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm not sweet on the Moon-man of 1985 either, nor do I plan to put a hurting on anybody, not the way some might think aniwho, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If 'DCR' was here in waking life in my shared illusion in this fifth freaking dimensional hyperspace, he would chuckle and then remind me that the scum bag club of America, and maybe the Planet Earth, is simply out breeding us, to quote him word for freaking ass word, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reality-3 is not a 2+2=4 deal, and it never will be, it cannot be rationally simplified, or reduced to some kind of a philosophical mathematical equivalent lowest common denominator, YO peeps. Put simply folks, some of PE makes total sense. Stay out in the sun too long and you get sunburn. Sock a cop, and you will be in jail. Shoot your foot with a large gun, and you will become crippled. Drive drunk and swerve around, and your license to drive will disappear faster than a bunny rabbit at a Las Vegas lounge magic act. These are like simple cause and effect things. However, CAF and PE are very different no matter how simple or complex they may become, as CAF works in one direction only, while PE works both ways. This makes a logical mind begin deducing that perhaps a third reality is acting on the other two events, but then, who can ever really know for sure, copyrighted voice echos from the past all totally and fully notwithmotherfuckingstanding, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is one thing to say, OK, I will walk into a bar, I am five feet tall and 112 pounds soaking wet, and I will flirt with all the wives of the huge drunk dudes in there, and then I can expect to lose teeth, and maybe consciousness. It is an entirely different mother fucking ballgame however my peeps, to say that after every red and even number that comes out at a roulette table today where I am standing and keeping track on paper with a stick figure chart; that the following next outcomes from these previous red and even numbers, are 5 low and 22 high. Still, this is the trending parallel event here, and once there is at least a 4:1 ratio, and to be really safe, a 5:1 ratio hardy ever loses; you then just stand there waiting for red and even numbers to pop out and bet with the trending next outcome remaining parameter of HIGH or 19-36 outside bet area on the roulette layout on the gaming table. There is a major thing that needs to be talked about here, Albert Einstein, old pal of my dad's, who says I could not have done what I did in 1986. First, it is hard to believe other things in 1986, it seems this was my year for seemingly impossible things to happen to me, still I do not deny reality, they mother fucking happened, so screw it. This next discussion is simply this folks. If WOMO enemies, can score 1000 points for a major siege, why then not make every single day beyond super ultra mega hell for me? Is there thus, some type of a copyrighted, or not copyrighted; (2004 Halloween Day) PERMISSION-BARRIER??????????????In other words, IS SOMETHING PROTECTING ME FROM ABSOLUTE HELL, as what does WALL STREET HAVE TO GAIN by not stepping this up to unfathomable monster ass levels of nightmare cruelty? Well, we can speculate several things that may be all potentially part of this permission barrier of a sorts, my book from 1994 aside, peeps. One is of course, fear of exposure. If I can ever prove what Wall Street has done to me for nearly twenty-five and a half fucking years now, I COULD SUE THEM ALL FOR 25 BILLION FUCKING US DOLLARS, AND I WOULD FUCKING WIN, AS I WEOULD BREAK A FUCKING JURY'S HEART, AND YOU and THEY ALL KNOW IT, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They also may simply not have the ability to do worse to me, or a combination of both of these things may be causing this limited amount of shit being perpetrated on me by this twisted fucking disease. On top of that, other things not thought of here, may also be a factor, or any combinations thereof of all of this. Still, is REALITY-3 real, or is it simply WALL STREET and WOMO, doing all of this, and that's that? Who can ever know. I did what Einstein said could not be done, and I do not have a clue, well,, maybe I have a tiny clue, but that is all I have, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No other blog on Planet Earth, has been diligently kept for 6+ years, with a story this outlandish and off the scales bizarre. Just this in and of itself, verifies the validity of all of this vomit swallowing death hell that I am being forced to endure.
Showing weakness to WOMO such as admitting what I said on my last blog never helps my empire, and always bolsters and edifies the EVIL EMPIRE, without fail, my 6+ year blogs, again, reiterate this resoundingly clear and quite absolutely unmissable, YO. They have both my kids brainwashed, and me in the toilet, and they know they have me by the balls, folks. I know it, and there is no use denying it for a single ass fucking second, friends and fiends. If I start telling or believing fish tales, I should quit right now, as I am only wasting time and energy, mine, and yours. Still, Donald, if my “Uncle” Heinz, denied your pop a loan 40 or 50 years ago, and you think that taking this out on me makes sense, well, that shows me why you are indeed, the ultimate asshole that I have known you to be since you and McGuire teamed up against me in 1984, YO. You two are sick evil Satanic fucking bastards. As long as I live and breathe, just try becoming the president, you dirt bag son of a bitch.
5555555555555555555555555555555555555555. I am being struck by lots of clock attacks from MISS BITCH JANE recently. 55555555555555555555555555555555555555555. Allow me to compensate please folks. 5555555555555555. I am seeing lights out of the eye corners big time for months now, just like 1980 back at the RPL recording fucking studio days. Things are very bad for me peeps, and they will not be improving any mother fucking time soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These Christians can keep their fucking god of theirs, all it ever does in my life is make things far fucking worse, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME, someday I'll fucking learn my lesson, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All the powerful shit told recently on blogs, and the market flies up near ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS. Oh yeah, right; like some huge mother fucking shit is not gonna' fucking strike. What am I, some fucking ass retard, YO?????????????????? DUH, I DON'T THINK SO, pretty Discovery-Zone employee!!!!!
END TRANNY, SICKO FUCKING SLIMY ASS GRANY, YO!!!!!!!!
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“REALITY-THREE FURTHER EXPLORED”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011 ©
DATE AND TIME FILE (DATFILE) CH-0277-120111.069
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I TOLD YOU GINA, AND OTHERS, THAT WALL STREET BY DECEMBER WOULD BE UP MILLIONS OF POINTS. I MAY HAVE SLIGHTLY EXAGERATED, BUT I WAS MAKING THE POINT, THAT PARALLEL EVENT IS REAL AND AS BEING USED AGAINST ME BY MOTHER FUCKING SQUAT SUCKING SCUM BAGS, AND HAS BEEN SINCE THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST IN 1986. THIS FUCKING WEEK, WALL STREET CROOKS HAVE MADE A THOUSAND MOTHER FUCKING POINTS, BY PERSECUTING ME SO HORRENDOUSLY SUNDAY AND MONDAY. I TOLD YOU BIG LOVELY GINA, U ARM BREAKER U, AND I WAS ON THE MONEY$$$$$$$$$$$. YOU ALL WILL SEE NOW, HUNDREDS OF GAINED POINTS EVERY SINGLE DAY, DAY AFTER DAY, WEEK AFTER WEEK, AND BY THE END OF JANUARY OF MYAN-12, IT WILL BE AROUND 20,000 BASIS POINTS, B-A-N-K----O-N----IT----YO!!!!!!!! BY APRIL, IT WILL BE UP MAROUND 40,000, AND BEFORE THE SECOND CALENDAR OF THE GREAT SHAH-WHITE OF THE VIQUEEN-JEWELLY-CLUB, IT WILL BE AROUND 100,000 MOTHER FUCKING CHEATED POINTS.
Somewhere in hyperspace, in this vast fifth dimension, this prophecy above will definitely occur. The odds that we who read or write these words in the STM of here and now, will be in a matching universe are not all that great. Still, it is all based on how much these bastards can ruin and destroy my life day by day, hour by hour, curls, girls and Superman movies all notwithstanding; that will obviously be the determining factor of just where this all plays out, in exact formula. Now here are a few super reality shocks, 'BING', Detective Studdereale, of L&O.
If I am so 100% correct, and after all, I did do what Einstein claimed could not be done, in 1986, and what many others would despise me for, but let us focus on roulette and not incest. Spring into action, John Mason of sunny hot FTLEFLUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It won't stay Christmas 1983 forever, old wallet Disdee misplacer, YO.
So what is reality-3, for those who read these words, yet refuse to scan back to summer time into autumn blogs of mine from the wonderful, YUK-YUK, year of 2008, Misses Marola?????????????????????????? Reality-3 is the 'WHY', in so far as my ability to consistently make money playing casino roulette that 'wonderful' year in '86, and is also the 'WHY' this thing called PARALLEL-EVENT or (PE) and thus ICPE or INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, works as it does, does what it does, the explanation of the mechanics behind it, no differently than a schematic design shows how the electronics of a machine are put together, chip by chip, diode by diode. Can I or anyone else in this dinosaur time period of twenty-eleven, Misses Marola and other wonderful peeps from my 1969 past; really ever get all the answers so that they could waltz into a laboratory, and mother fucking design a schematic that would properly fully illustrate REALITY-3, and what it does that makes PE and thus ICPE, work? No way 'Josey girl', NO FUCKING WAY. Don't get paranoid on me Governor Terrorist, as I am not making fun of you. I am too pissed fucking off tonight to laugh at the sick jokes of the late MISTER David Charles freaking ass Roth, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm not sweet on the Moon-man of 1985 either, nor do I plan to put a hurting on anybody, not the way some might think aniwho, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If 'DCR' was here in waking life in my shared illusion in this fifth freaking dimensional hyperspace, he would chuckle and then remind me that the scum bag club of America, and maybe the Planet Earth, is simply out breeding us, to quote him word for freaking ass word, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reality-3 is not a 2+2=4 deal, and it never will be, it cannot be rationally simplified, or reduced to some kind of a philosophical mathematical equivalent lowest common denominator, YO peeps. Put simply folks, some of PE makes total sense. Stay out in the sun too long and you get sunburn. Sock a cop, and you will be in jail. Shoot your foot with a large gun, and you will become crippled. Drive drunk and swerve around, and your license to drive will disappear faster than a bunny rabbit at a Las Vegas lounge magic act. These are like simple cause and effect things. However, CAF and PE are very different no matter how simple or complex they may become, as CAF works in one direction only, while PE works both ways. This makes a logical mind begin deducing that perhaps a third reality is acting on the other two events, but then, who can ever really know for sure, copyrighted voice echos from the past all totally and fully notwithmotherfuckingstanding, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is one thing to say, OK, I will walk into a bar, I am five feet tall and 112 pounds soaking wet, and I will flirt with all the wives of the huge drunk dudes in there, and then I can expect to lose teeth, and maybe consciousness. It is an entirely different mother fucking ballgame however my peeps, to say that after every red and even number that comes out at a roulette table today where I am standing and keeping track on paper with a stick figure chart; that the following next outcomes from these previous red and even numbers, are 5 low and 22 high. Still, this is the trending parallel event here, and once there is at least a 4:1 ratio, and to be really safe, a 5:1 ratio hardy ever loses; you then just stand there waiting for red and even numbers to pop out and bet with the trending next outcome remaining parameter of HIGH or 19-36 outside bet area on the roulette layout on the gaming table. There is a major thing that needs to be talked about here, Albert Einstein, old pal of my dad's, who says I could not have done what I did in 1986. First, it is hard to believe other things in 1986, it seems this was my year for seemingly impossible things to happen to me, still I do not deny reality, they mother fucking happened, so screw it. This next discussion is simply this folks. If WOMO enemies, can score 1000 points for a major siege, why then not make every single day beyond super ultra mega hell for me? Is there thus, some type of a copyrighted, or not copyrighted; (2004 Halloween Day) PERMISSION-BARRIER??????????????In other words, IS SOMETHING PROTECTING ME FROM ABSOLUTE HELL, as what does WALL STREET HAVE TO GAIN by not stepping this up to unfathomable monster ass levels of nightmare cruelty? Well, we can speculate several things that may be all potentially part of this permission barrier of a sorts, my book from 1994 aside, peeps. One is of course, fear of exposure. If I can ever prove what Wall Street has done to me for nearly twenty-five and a half fucking years now, I COULD SUE THEM ALL FOR 25 BILLION FUCKING US DOLLARS, AND I WOULD FUCKING WIN, AS I WEOULD BREAK A FUCKING JURY'S HEART, AND YOU and THEY ALL KNOW IT, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They also may simply not have the ability to do worse to me, or a combination of both of these things may be causing this limited amount of shit being perpetrated on me by this twisted fucking disease. On top of that, other things not thought of here, may also be a factor, or any combinations thereof of all of this. Still, is REALITY-3 real, or is it simply WALL STREET and WOMO, doing all of this, and that's that? Who can ever know. I did what Einstein said could not be done, and I do not have a clue, well,, maybe I have a tiny clue, but that is all I have, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No other blog on Planet Earth, has been diligently kept for 6+ years, with a story this outlandish and off the scales bizarre. Just this in and of itself, verifies the validity of all of this vomit swallowing death hell that I am being forced to endure.
Showing weakness to WOMO such as admitting what I said on my last blog never helps my empire, and always bolsters and edifies the EVIL EMPIRE, without fail, my 6+ year blogs, again, reiterate this resoundingly clear and quite absolutely unmissable, YO. They have both my kids brainwashed, and me in the toilet, and they know they have me by the balls, folks. I know it, and there is no use denying it for a single ass fucking second, friends and fiends. If I start telling or believing fish tales, I should quit right now, as I am only wasting time and energy, mine, and yours. Still, Donald, if my “Uncle” Heinz, denied your pop a loan 40 or 50 years ago, and you think that taking this out on me makes sense, well, that shows me why you are indeed, the ultimate asshole that I have known you to be since you and McGuire teamed up against me in 1984, YO. You two are sick evil Satanic fucking bastards. As long as I live and breathe, just try becoming the president, you dirt bag son of a bitch.
5555555555555555555555555555555555555555. I am being struck by lots of clock attacks from MISS BITCH JANE recently. 55555555555555555555555555555555555555555. Allow me to compensate please folks. 5555555555555555. I am seeing lights out of the eye corners big time for months now, just like 1980 back at the RPL recording fucking studio days. Things are very bad for me peeps, and they will not be improving any mother fucking time soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These Christians can keep their fucking god of theirs, all it ever does in my life is make things far fucking worse, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME, someday I'll fucking learn my lesson, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All the powerful shit told recently on blogs, and the market flies up near ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS. Oh yeah, right; like some huge mother fucking shit is not gonna' fucking strike. What am I, some fucking ass retard, YO?????????????????? DUH, I DON'T THINK SO, pretty Discovery-Zone employee!!!!!
END TRANNY, SICKO FUCKING SLIMY ASS GRANY, YO!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0276
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0276
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
DATFILE: 112911.743
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“PLEASE LET ME TEACH YOU WHO AND WHAT YOU FIGHT”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
This message is to the OCCUPY-MOVEMENT. The fittingly named when abbreviated, antimatter of the MO. The Milituforce Otammites, or the MO, is not an easy concept or entity collective, to try and comprehend, so don't feel bad folks, should you be reading my blogs and scratching your heads. I will not lie and say that I do not scratch mine. Just why this mighty K-FAM has decided to put all of this here, play this game with me, and hurt my soul so horrifyingly, is every bit the gargantuan and unfathomable question for me, as it is to any of my potential readers, hopefully MORIANS, but more realistically, Inbetweenians at best, and most probably, Lessians, or Anti-Morians, with or without Donna Jason Summer Forest, and his/her great brilliant strobing or not strobing, MORNING LIGHT, UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE. No folks, if I had the answers, or all of them, then indeed, I would not be just simply pounding out words and clicking on little black keys on a computer system, blogging out a message that in all odds, is gonna' get me mother fucking absolutely no place at all, because it all ready has been written, my life's script that is, and I am merely acting out the part of myself, and guess who totally was aware of this information that I just typed here, peeps? The same fine gentleman and great playwright who helped King James of England, work on and eventually complete in 1546, the Holy Bible, known as the KING JAMES VERSION, or (KJV). Why take my word for things, most of this is verifiable on Google, it has not yet all been sanitized out and away for my sake, it is coming, let me assure you, but we ain't quite there as of yet, my peeps.
All last week, Dear Occupy, my wonderful group; except for the 23rd, was nowhere this horrendous for me. I was not being continually tormented and tortured in a covert and ultra black dark secret hell of absolute vile viciousness, operated and controlled by the scum of the mother fucking Earth itself, or the bloody-shoe-maggots that this scum produces may say it even better. This is why the DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES WENT DOWN CONSIDERABLY ON THAGT WEEK. Now this week, beginning with the weekend disaster of Sunday, concentrating on mainly a NEIGHBORHOOD SIEGE, and lots of other fucking bullshit hell that they perpetrated upon me covertly and totally illegally, but then try making a fucking citizens arrest on a police officer sometime folks, if you think my words wanna' make you chuckle so fucking much, YO; but yes folks, starting with the wrecking of my sleep on Sunday with one fire alarm after another going off in my apartment building at the Fort Pierce Housing Authority of Florida, USAESMWG; there has been sky siege, health destruct siege, neighbor siege with the booming of music-man and his monster stereo next door, and the wild series of loud door slamming, both this morning before I left for work, this is why Monday, the markets illegally through covert tactics called ICPE, FLEW almost half a thousand points up, and again today, another third of a hundred, to make it a back to back huge win for evil manipulated controlled WALL STREET, IN MANHATTAN. I have said it over and over, and will reiterate this even again now on this very blog. I do not personally care, as why would I, if that stinking market was at 100, 1000, 10000, or a hundred thousand basis points. I do not own stock, and except for the many evils behind this monster called WALL STREET, this would mean nothing to me whatsoever. It literally would have zero value in my life. But when THESE PRICK DIRT BAG LEGAL CRIMINALS a million times more bad and dangerous than all the combined mafia systems on the planet; use a secret technique called PARALLEL-EVENT, and hurt and even wipe out and totally destroy innocent lives, because they know through a statistic, that when certain peeps are up, they are down, and vice versa, this creates a monster hell so indescribable, as nobody will believe me and they just want to take an already victimized pathetic bastard, and lock him up in a fucking looney cage and treat him like fucking shit cubed. My blogs are LEGAL FUCKING PROOF SHOWING LONG TIME PATTERN, yet still, the authorities continue refusing to take any of this seriously, and try and assist me as the victim of the worst crime since the Hitler Germany Death-camp situation of the nineteen-forties. If you think this is even a small exaggeration, you need to read the past six plus years of my blogs on the site of www.blogger.com/ and remember that is August of 2009, I was hacked and you need to access the 'wordpress' blog site for this, but this site does not go back that far, so only for this one month of time or so, www.wordpress.com/. Then my entire OM needs to watch some incredible video, that if they are not all ready pissed off at the system enough, this will really add some gasoline to the bond-fire, as well it should, as truth should not ever be stifled, what is this, the mother fucking middle ages for CHRISSAKE??????????????????????
First GOOGLE up CHEMTRAILS on the YOU-TUBE site, and then just on the GOOGLE system itself. Then enter these web addresses, and really start to see what you all are fighting for, and get MICHAEL MOORE to be the official president of the movement, my advice, Mike, is to incorporate this thing, ironic as it may sound. It takes fire to fight fire, bullets are not the answer, and just sitting and protesting never did all that much in the nineteen-sixties either. They only changed things because it was time for things to change. This is a very long story of QUANTUM PHYSICS, not intended for this particular blog. Here are those web addresses, WATCH THESE FREAKING ASS VIDEOS, my wonderful OM-group, as you will be so glad that you did, YO.
Http://www.sonyclassics.com/whywefight/
http://www.michaelmoore.com/books-films/facts/
For those in the future, tracking back on the Lunar Satellite System, go to any time in 2007, and type in www.morianity-foundation.com/ and then try 2012 around the summer time, the same address only before the dot com, type in number '2'.
Fror those in the great Moore/Mohr group of Antimatter-MO, do not try and convince my oldest daughter to0 get involved. She thinks we are all mad, and lives in her own world. Even after showing her how the 1987 sky action effected her, and gave her proof; she wanted to join the Lieutenant Sakavich Police Club, of Voorhees Township. Remember folks, we all must march to the drum we were meant to march to, and that is that, Mister Esolph.
I obeyed two huge things so far SSJK, in your true form. First there was BB, then there was the saying of the magic words. It wither had no effect on your HSTN or else you as her, on a transdimensional level; are one heck of a great actress. Oh well, like in one world, so in another one. If this is just another one of your teen games, maybe I should be let in someday, on just what the objective to it all is. I liked my life as KD a lot more. Not because I had a nice life in-between all the enemy attacks, but because you did not let me know or remember, you and me in SDK. This would have ruined my spirit and nothing would have been accomplished. Seems you know what you are doing all along after all, sorry I ever doubted my TQ.
I will stay here for another 30 days, then I am out of this evil empire forever. If you want me to stay and play this game with you, you will have to find a better way of letting me know, just as you showed me on VQ Island, all about views-4-sale on your mighty music site.
Time now for din-din my peeps. I need to eat, relax, and crash, or I will end up shooting up a mall or a Mickey-Dee. I am totally fucking screwed up after 57 years of this inconceivable nightmare hell, and MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesonic, if you do not scan, and wipe out those hurting me, I WILL END ALL LIFE ON THIS PLANET WITHIN ONE YEAR VIA GIANT METEORS. A lot of them are very nearby, and peeps in the know are keeping their mother fucking mouths shut about it. Only I can bring them in, or deflect them away, with knowledge of operating in the quantum worlds. Thank you for being such a fantastic guru and teacher, Mister Roddenberry. I will be talking to you later on tonight once I am, by mortal terminology, asleep in bed, see you soon old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TWANSMISSION ELMER WABBIT FWUDD, WHAAAAAAAAAA!
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
DATFILE: 112911.743
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“PLEASE LET ME TEACH YOU WHO AND WHAT YOU FIGHT”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
This message is to the OCCUPY-MOVEMENT. The fittingly named when abbreviated, antimatter of the MO. The Milituforce Otammites, or the MO, is not an easy concept or entity collective, to try and comprehend, so don't feel bad folks, should you be reading my blogs and scratching your heads. I will not lie and say that I do not scratch mine. Just why this mighty K-FAM has decided to put all of this here, play this game with me, and hurt my soul so horrifyingly, is every bit the gargantuan and unfathomable question for me, as it is to any of my potential readers, hopefully MORIANS, but more realistically, Inbetweenians at best, and most probably, Lessians, or Anti-Morians, with or without Donna Jason Summer Forest, and his/her great brilliant strobing or not strobing, MORNING LIGHT, UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE. No folks, if I had the answers, or all of them, then indeed, I would not be just simply pounding out words and clicking on little black keys on a computer system, blogging out a message that in all odds, is gonna' get me mother fucking absolutely no place at all, because it all ready has been written, my life's script that is, and I am merely acting out the part of myself, and guess who totally was aware of this information that I just typed here, peeps? The same fine gentleman and great playwright who helped King James of England, work on and eventually complete in 1546, the Holy Bible, known as the KING JAMES VERSION, or (KJV). Why take my word for things, most of this is verifiable on Google, it has not yet all been sanitized out and away for my sake, it is coming, let me assure you, but we ain't quite there as of yet, my peeps.
All last week, Dear Occupy, my wonderful group; except for the 23rd, was nowhere this horrendous for me. I was not being continually tormented and tortured in a covert and ultra black dark secret hell of absolute vile viciousness, operated and controlled by the scum of the mother fucking Earth itself, or the bloody-shoe-maggots that this scum produces may say it even better. This is why the DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES WENT DOWN CONSIDERABLY ON THAGT WEEK. Now this week, beginning with the weekend disaster of Sunday, concentrating on mainly a NEIGHBORHOOD SIEGE, and lots of other fucking bullshit hell that they perpetrated upon me covertly and totally illegally, but then try making a fucking citizens arrest on a police officer sometime folks, if you think my words wanna' make you chuckle so fucking much, YO; but yes folks, starting with the wrecking of my sleep on Sunday with one fire alarm after another going off in my apartment building at the Fort Pierce Housing Authority of Florida, USAESMWG; there has been sky siege, health destruct siege, neighbor siege with the booming of music-man and his monster stereo next door, and the wild series of loud door slamming, both this morning before I left for work, this is why Monday, the markets illegally through covert tactics called ICPE, FLEW almost half a thousand points up, and again today, another third of a hundred, to make it a back to back huge win for evil manipulated controlled WALL STREET, IN MANHATTAN. I have said it over and over, and will reiterate this even again now on this very blog. I do not personally care, as why would I, if that stinking market was at 100, 1000, 10000, or a hundred thousand basis points. I do not own stock, and except for the many evils behind this monster called WALL STREET, this would mean nothing to me whatsoever. It literally would have zero value in my life. But when THESE PRICK DIRT BAG LEGAL CRIMINALS a million times more bad and dangerous than all the combined mafia systems on the planet; use a secret technique called PARALLEL-EVENT, and hurt and even wipe out and totally destroy innocent lives, because they know through a statistic, that when certain peeps are up, they are down, and vice versa, this creates a monster hell so indescribable, as nobody will believe me and they just want to take an already victimized pathetic bastard, and lock him up in a fucking looney cage and treat him like fucking shit cubed. My blogs are LEGAL FUCKING PROOF SHOWING LONG TIME PATTERN, yet still, the authorities continue refusing to take any of this seriously, and try and assist me as the victim of the worst crime since the Hitler Germany Death-camp situation of the nineteen-forties. If you think this is even a small exaggeration, you need to read the past six plus years of my blogs on the site of www.blogger.com/ and remember that is August of 2009, I was hacked and you need to access the 'wordpress' blog site for this, but this site does not go back that far, so only for this one month of time or so, www.wordpress.com/. Then my entire OM needs to watch some incredible video, that if they are not all ready pissed off at the system enough, this will really add some gasoline to the bond-fire, as well it should, as truth should not ever be stifled, what is this, the mother fucking middle ages for CHRISSAKE??????????????????????
First GOOGLE up CHEMTRAILS on the YOU-TUBE site, and then just on the GOOGLE system itself. Then enter these web addresses, and really start to see what you all are fighting for, and get MICHAEL MOORE to be the official president of the movement, my advice, Mike, is to incorporate this thing, ironic as it may sound. It takes fire to fight fire, bullets are not the answer, and just sitting and protesting never did all that much in the nineteen-sixties either. They only changed things because it was time for things to change. This is a very long story of QUANTUM PHYSICS, not intended for this particular blog. Here are those web addresses, WATCH THESE FREAKING ASS VIDEOS, my wonderful OM-group, as you will be so glad that you did, YO.
Http://www.sonyclassics.com/whywefight/
http://www.michaelmoore.com/books-films/facts/
For those in the future, tracking back on the Lunar Satellite System, go to any time in 2007, and type in www.morianity-foundation.com/ and then try 2012 around the summer time, the same address only before the dot com, type in number '2'.
Fror those in the great Moore/Mohr group of Antimatter-MO, do not try and convince my oldest daughter to0 get involved. She thinks we are all mad, and lives in her own world. Even after showing her how the 1987 sky action effected her, and gave her proof; she wanted to join the Lieutenant Sakavich Police Club, of Voorhees Township. Remember folks, we all must march to the drum we were meant to march to, and that is that, Mister Esolph.
I obeyed two huge things so far SSJK, in your true form. First there was BB, then there was the saying of the magic words. It wither had no effect on your HSTN or else you as her, on a transdimensional level; are one heck of a great actress. Oh well, like in one world, so in another one. If this is just another one of your teen games, maybe I should be let in someday, on just what the objective to it all is. I liked my life as KD a lot more. Not because I had a nice life in-between all the enemy attacks, but because you did not let me know or remember, you and me in SDK. This would have ruined my spirit and nothing would have been accomplished. Seems you know what you are doing all along after all, sorry I ever doubted my TQ.
I will stay here for another 30 days, then I am out of this evil empire forever. If you want me to stay and play this game with you, you will have to find a better way of letting me know, just as you showed me on VQ Island, all about views-4-sale on your mighty music site.
Time now for din-din my peeps. I need to eat, relax, and crash, or I will end up shooting up a mall or a Mickey-Dee. I am totally fucking screwed up after 57 years of this inconceivable nightmare hell, and MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesonic, if you do not scan, and wipe out those hurting me, I WILL END ALL LIFE ON THIS PLANET WITHIN ONE YEAR VIA GIANT METEORS. A lot of them are very nearby, and peeps in the know are keeping their mother fucking mouths shut about it. Only I can bring them in, or deflect them away, with knowledge of operating in the quantum worlds. Thank you for being such a fantastic guru and teacher, Mister Roddenberry. I will be talking to you later on tonight once I am, by mortal terminology, asleep in bed, see you soon old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TWANSMISSION ELMER WABBIT FWUDD, WHAAAAAAAAAA!
Monday, November 28, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0275
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0275
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
DATFILE: 112811.880.5555555555
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“MY FINAL DYING UTTERANCE AND OFFICIAL LEGAL STATEMENT”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011
MARK WAYNE MOHR OF FORMERLY HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY,
AND NOW OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Things are so bad that they have never ever never ever never ever, my lovely Lightning Goddess Diana, been this bad, in my entire 64 trillion year cycle of hyperspace existence. This is it right here, all the way to the mother fucking wall,Captain Jordy Trek.
Another fire alarm struck the building around just after six of the clock this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, following the one that struck earlier around quarter past two. This caused me to lose sleep, not wake up to the alarm clock as I needed to put ear plugs in just to survive; and as a result, made me mother fucking late for work by ninety minutes. I told the boss, Mary, and she is verifying this with the local fire Department that responds to these alarms, as well as with the Housing Authority of the great and illustrious non (SPR) Studio Park Records, FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, YO!!!!!!!!
On top of this death siege, an all day aerial assault hit with loud low private Cessna fucking jobs, death beams struck my body, producing major health attacks, both heart and bowel fuck ups, that has been ongoing since 1986, and totally mother fucking undetectable by today's best medical professionals. Also, if something this serious was wrong with my body over a quarter century of physical time, it would have killed me and wiped me out a very fucking long fucking time ago, this is just a dose of good old mother fucking common sense, no matter who wishes and insists on calling me a delusional ranter nut case, and refuses to take this all seriously. I KNOW WHAT I KNOW, and as good old, late Mrs. Dawn-Marie King Laines would say it perhaps a tad better than this, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”. Anyone connected with the great evil “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL (WOMO)”, that has been obviously bugging my body with a T. McVeigh Microchip, and that was listening in during my Stockholm Kidnapping period; knows all of this only too well, peeps.
I am going to tell once more, that things progressed real bad through Sunday and today-Monday, but the real hammering began, with or without the teenaged dinger who turned my Saturn hubcap into Swiss Cheese in 1996 outside “The Gathering Place Psychic Shop”, in early June, right after my trips to Carlisle, Pennsylvania, with Mister David Charles Roth; after being in a light and self induced trance where I bi-located my awareness, in both my bed in my apartment here in town, and on this material realm;, yet simultaneously, was with the great All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle. I was placed back in the powerful dreaming-interaction of June the 21st of 2008, that is blogged about on that date on the blog website of www.blogger.com/, for those not reading these words right now on that site; and MC was telling me huge powerful stuff, that I gave my word to HER, that I will never betray HER and ever blog and tell. However, there are many things that I can tell, that will not be in violation of breaking this special covenant, (contract), for the post Aramaic Lingo days of Ad-2011. The PCN-GAWNUM answer the other time of great siege, before this new one, was the number of 781. This PCN-781 contains thousands of powerful listing matches, some to name a few are 'BABYLON', 'GOD'S DOG', 'JULY TWELVE, NINETEEN-SEVENTY', and 'PROPHET OF NOTHING'. Using the word “account” in place of “channel”, pertaining to U-tube, powerful forces know two powerful PCN's, one being 781, the other being 880, 'hypothetically' speaking, 'mom'. The question I was thinking and pondering on back on the 23rd of this month was why had suffered this unfathomably incredible nightmare siege from the evil wicked fucking WOMO on that day, and the cards came out root-GAWNUM #78. By the way, you reshuffle all cards and continue dwelling on your question, but do not hold back the card originally drawn from the deck that produced your first digit root answer. Both times, the odds need to be exactly one to nine that you will select by 'random' an ace through a nine. If you stumbled onto this blog here and now, you will need to go back half a dozen or so blogs and read up ion using the GAWNUM. Many other listings come out such as balloon and buzzard, and on and on we could go here, but for now, this is more than enough to get cosmic juices flowing and let the Jessica Football Players club know I am not playing around with my counterstrike retaliatory talking and tattle tailing, YO. To know what I'm referring to here, you would need to go years back before the first blog chapter of this SAFE JOURNAL series of MOUNTAINPEN BLOGS, all on www.blogger.com/ site, of course, YO!!!!!!!!
Where is my lovely CASS from transdimensional hyperspace? I have a debt that I am not sure I can ever repay, but want to spend the rest of my life trying. You did all this for me, reminds me of years ago near a great sea. I knew there was a reason I wore the grooves on that oldie 45 RPM record out as a pre-teen, at 125-A Haddon Hills, in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG. HA-HA. Now after late April, the only early-alpha systems unused by quanta waves are BABA and FAFA. The E is a vowel that would not pronounce next to the A vowel. Still, I watch and see all that goes on, I miss little, very little gets past me, folks. This does not count being major hypnotized by school principals that suddenly take an active roll in the movie, “Body Snatchers”. I promise that I never will reveal this incredible secret, BEG. By sharing it with me, I know you trust me, and I will never betray that trust, no matter what PK does to me, or her cronies.
When I asked Gawky Gaukauk to reveal why everyone around me was so vehemently against my hypnosis in the nineteen-nineties to remember why 1986 changed my life so incredibly; the number of 132 came out. Now MOTORCYCLE may not seem to relevant, but smart folks have already done a long list, and know why this number was told to me.
Then there is the old Freudian unconscious slip of the lip, and the unconscious reason for doing and saying and naming things, even our children, give me a break, my lovely Paula.
I could blog on and on, millions of things, and waste my precious time; but I'd rather watch a movie and enjoy a nice bowl of Breyers freaking ice cream. I have no more time to give to these fucking losers. Life is irony. That is all it can ever be. This is why we DRIVE on the parkway, and we PARK on the driveway. It is why most TURNpikes are for the most part straight line directions. The truth is that none of this real, and that QUANTA reality has chosen to make my life what it is. As I said in my last few blogs somewhere, we can all eat dogshit and add lots of sugar to make it taste better. It will taste better, but why do this? Locked up in this question, is a lot of ground that I'll be covering soon, and yes, heads will roll, big time, as a result, YO. ****END TRANSMISSION****
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
DATFILE: 112811.880.5555555555
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“MY FINAL DYING UTTERANCE AND OFFICIAL LEGAL STATEMENT”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011
MARK WAYNE MOHR OF FORMERLY HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY,
AND NOW OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Things are so bad that they have never ever never ever never ever, my lovely Lightning Goddess Diana, been this bad, in my entire 64 trillion year cycle of hyperspace existence. This is it right here, all the way to the mother fucking wall,Captain Jordy Trek.
Another fire alarm struck the building around just after six of the clock this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, following the one that struck earlier around quarter past two. This caused me to lose sleep, not wake up to the alarm clock as I needed to put ear plugs in just to survive; and as a result, made me mother fucking late for work by ninety minutes. I told the boss, Mary, and she is verifying this with the local fire Department that responds to these alarms, as well as with the Housing Authority of the great and illustrious non (SPR) Studio Park Records, FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, YO!!!!!!!!
On top of this death siege, an all day aerial assault hit with loud low private Cessna fucking jobs, death beams struck my body, producing major health attacks, both heart and bowel fuck ups, that has been ongoing since 1986, and totally mother fucking undetectable by today's best medical professionals. Also, if something this serious was wrong with my body over a quarter century of physical time, it would have killed me and wiped me out a very fucking long fucking time ago, this is just a dose of good old mother fucking common sense, no matter who wishes and insists on calling me a delusional ranter nut case, and refuses to take this all seriously. I KNOW WHAT I KNOW, and as good old, late Mrs. Dawn-Marie King Laines would say it perhaps a tad better than this, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”. Anyone connected with the great evil “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL (WOMO)”, that has been obviously bugging my body with a T. McVeigh Microchip, and that was listening in during my Stockholm Kidnapping period; knows all of this only too well, peeps.
I am going to tell once more, that things progressed real bad through Sunday and today-Monday, but the real hammering began, with or without the teenaged dinger who turned my Saturn hubcap into Swiss Cheese in 1996 outside “The Gathering Place Psychic Shop”, in early June, right after my trips to Carlisle, Pennsylvania, with Mister David Charles Roth; after being in a light and self induced trance where I bi-located my awareness, in both my bed in my apartment here in town, and on this material realm;, yet simultaneously, was with the great All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle. I was placed back in the powerful dreaming-interaction of June the 21st of 2008, that is blogged about on that date on the blog website of www.blogger.com/, for those not reading these words right now on that site; and MC was telling me huge powerful stuff, that I gave my word to HER, that I will never betray HER and ever blog and tell. However, there are many things that I can tell, that will not be in violation of breaking this special covenant, (contract), for the post Aramaic Lingo days of Ad-2011. The PCN-GAWNUM answer the other time of great siege, before this new one, was the number of 781. This PCN-781 contains thousands of powerful listing matches, some to name a few are 'BABYLON', 'GOD'S DOG', 'JULY TWELVE, NINETEEN-SEVENTY', and 'PROPHET OF NOTHING'. Using the word “account” in place of “channel”, pertaining to U-tube, powerful forces know two powerful PCN's, one being 781, the other being 880, 'hypothetically' speaking, 'mom'. The question I was thinking and pondering on back on the 23rd of this month was why had suffered this unfathomably incredible nightmare siege from the evil wicked fucking WOMO on that day, and the cards came out root-GAWNUM #78. By the way, you reshuffle all cards and continue dwelling on your question, but do not hold back the card originally drawn from the deck that produced your first digit root answer. Both times, the odds need to be exactly one to nine that you will select by 'random' an ace through a nine. If you stumbled onto this blog here and now, you will need to go back half a dozen or so blogs and read up ion using the GAWNUM. Many other listings come out such as balloon and buzzard, and on and on we could go here, but for now, this is more than enough to get cosmic juices flowing and let the Jessica Football Players club know I am not playing around with my counterstrike retaliatory talking and tattle tailing, YO. To know what I'm referring to here, you would need to go years back before the first blog chapter of this SAFE JOURNAL series of MOUNTAINPEN BLOGS, all on www.blogger.com/ site, of course, YO!!!!!!!!
Where is my lovely CASS from transdimensional hyperspace? I have a debt that I am not sure I can ever repay, but want to spend the rest of my life trying. You did all this for me, reminds me of years ago near a great sea. I knew there was a reason I wore the grooves on that oldie 45 RPM record out as a pre-teen, at 125-A Haddon Hills, in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG. HA-HA. Now after late April, the only early-alpha systems unused by quanta waves are BABA and FAFA. The E is a vowel that would not pronounce next to the A vowel. Still, I watch and see all that goes on, I miss little, very little gets past me, folks. This does not count being major hypnotized by school principals that suddenly take an active roll in the movie, “Body Snatchers”. I promise that I never will reveal this incredible secret, BEG. By sharing it with me, I know you trust me, and I will never betray that trust, no matter what PK does to me, or her cronies.
When I asked Gawky Gaukauk to reveal why everyone around me was so vehemently against my hypnosis in the nineteen-nineties to remember why 1986 changed my life so incredibly; the number of 132 came out. Now MOTORCYCLE may not seem to relevant, but smart folks have already done a long list, and know why this number was told to me.
Then there is the old Freudian unconscious slip of the lip, and the unconscious reason for doing and saying and naming things, even our children, give me a break, my lovely Paula.
I could blog on and on, millions of things, and waste my precious time; but I'd rather watch a movie and enjoy a nice bowl of Breyers freaking ice cream. I have no more time to give to these fucking losers. Life is irony. That is all it can ever be. This is why we DRIVE on the parkway, and we PARK on the driveway. It is why most TURNpikes are for the most part straight line directions. The truth is that none of this real, and that QUANTA reality has chosen to make my life what it is. As I said in my last few blogs somewhere, we can all eat dogshit and add lots of sugar to make it taste better. It will taste better, but why do this? Locked up in this question, is a lot of ground that I'll be covering soon, and yes, heads will roll, big time, as a result, YO. ****END TRANSMISSION****
Sunday, November 27, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0274
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0274
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
Blog Starting:
I AM UNDER HEAVY ATTACK, WORLD MARKETS ARE INVOLVED, AND SO IS ICPE AND ALL THE THINGS I HAVE TOLD BEFORE ON SO MANY LONG WINDED PRIOR BLOGS REGARDING THE ILLEGAL AND TOTALLY IMMORAL MISUSE OF A STATISTICAL TECHNOLOGY CALLED, PARALLEL-EVENT.
It started again a few minutes ago at approximately a quarter past two of the clock this Monday moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, Donna Lightsummer, with a deafening fire alarm going off in my mother fucking apartment. It is so unfair, why should this piercing ear shattering alarm have to go mother fucking off in everybody's mother fucking apartment, just because it it set of in one of them? It makes about as much sense as eating dogshit and adding sugar to make it taste a little bit better. It will you know, but still, it would be horrendous and beyond a nightmare. Perhaps this will be a small window for all of you reading my words, into the fucking miseries of the life of eternal Mountainpen, under this horrific HUNTINGTON CURSE.
NOW, WHO IS UP AT 2:15, BURNING FOOD, CAUSING THIS? I MEAN REALLY FOLKS, TELL ME HOW FUCKING NUTS AND CRAZY YOU REALLY BELIEVE ME TO BE, AND THAT IS JUST WITH THIS INFORMATION, BUT HERE IS THE REST OF THE MOTHER FUCKING STORY, YO PEEPS!!!!!!!!
I was in a self induced light trance, speaking to the great All Mighty Goddess of this world and cosmos, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. She had just told me something so major, it cannot be blogged, all though I am burning to tell it. MC, you know what huge secret I am holding back, and I am doing it for your sake, as you are my special one and you always will be. This is the only reason I am keeping my mouth shut. However, I am requesting that you personally, humanly watch over me this week, things are about to get very bad for me. I am not asking you in the attitude of one back scratching the other, as that would be in poor faith and bad taste, I am instead asking you as the one who you took with you, 65 days into the future, back in 2008, and to a place known as 65 Middle Road. You even knew the Dow Jones would drop to the 65 hundreds. As I speak now at 2:34 AM-EST, the Fort Pierce Fire Company has disengaged this deafening punishing alarm. When I leave the city, if my hearing is damaged, I do plan to sue, as my life is music, creating it for my own pleasure, or working in the industry. I can pull 18 months of official tax payer IRS documentation, from my 1979-1981 days at RPL Studios for court, if necessary. It just does not have to be this loud, it should come with an adjustable button, going from 5 DB higher all the way down to 25 DB lower, and then individuals can set safety limits in their own apartments, based on their level of normal, near normal, or rotten hearing. As for the 65/65/65, I was in trance, and SSJK had taken me back to the first day of 2008n summer interaction, and made me see and this time fully remember something, she knows, as it has to do with the secret of her innermost personality as her human world self. I will keep your secret whether you choose to help me or not. I am not a prick, like just about all of the peeps you have known throughout your life. I am always by your side, and will not let your 'friend' down, you know what I am talking about, this sick would does not need to know anymore. IWALU-BEG. Bye-Bye, or really, CU soon again, if I can get back into my trance without the next persecution, maybe the building will be bombed by aliens, HA-HA-BLUEBOOK. It is now 2:40 AM-EST, and I have decided to end and post up now.
Blog Ending:
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
Blog Starting:
I AM UNDER HEAVY ATTACK, WORLD MARKETS ARE INVOLVED, AND SO IS ICPE AND ALL THE THINGS I HAVE TOLD BEFORE ON SO MANY LONG WINDED PRIOR BLOGS REGARDING THE ILLEGAL AND TOTALLY IMMORAL MISUSE OF A STATISTICAL TECHNOLOGY CALLED, PARALLEL-EVENT.
It started again a few minutes ago at approximately a quarter past two of the clock this Monday moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, Donna Lightsummer, with a deafening fire alarm going off in my mother fucking apartment. It is so unfair, why should this piercing ear shattering alarm have to go mother fucking off in everybody's mother fucking apartment, just because it it set of in one of them? It makes about as much sense as eating dogshit and adding sugar to make it taste a little bit better. It will you know, but still, it would be horrendous and beyond a nightmare. Perhaps this will be a small window for all of you reading my words, into the fucking miseries of the life of eternal Mountainpen, under this horrific HUNTINGTON CURSE.
NOW, WHO IS UP AT 2:15, BURNING FOOD, CAUSING THIS? I MEAN REALLY FOLKS, TELL ME HOW FUCKING NUTS AND CRAZY YOU REALLY BELIEVE ME TO BE, AND THAT IS JUST WITH THIS INFORMATION, BUT HERE IS THE REST OF THE MOTHER FUCKING STORY, YO PEEPS!!!!!!!!
I was in a self induced light trance, speaking to the great All Mighty Goddess of this world and cosmos, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. She had just told me something so major, it cannot be blogged, all though I am burning to tell it. MC, you know what huge secret I am holding back, and I am doing it for your sake, as you are my special one and you always will be. This is the only reason I am keeping my mouth shut. However, I am requesting that you personally, humanly watch over me this week, things are about to get very bad for me. I am not asking you in the attitude of one back scratching the other, as that would be in poor faith and bad taste, I am instead asking you as the one who you took with you, 65 days into the future, back in 2008, and to a place known as 65 Middle Road. You even knew the Dow Jones would drop to the 65 hundreds. As I speak now at 2:34 AM-EST, the Fort Pierce Fire Company has disengaged this deafening punishing alarm. When I leave the city, if my hearing is damaged, I do plan to sue, as my life is music, creating it for my own pleasure, or working in the industry. I can pull 18 months of official tax payer IRS documentation, from my 1979-1981 days at RPL Studios for court, if necessary. It just does not have to be this loud, it should come with an adjustable button, going from 5 DB higher all the way down to 25 DB lower, and then individuals can set safety limits in their own apartments, based on their level of normal, near normal, or rotten hearing. As for the 65/65/65, I was in trance, and SSJK had taken me back to the first day of 2008n summer interaction, and made me see and this time fully remember something, she knows, as it has to do with the secret of her innermost personality as her human world self. I will keep your secret whether you choose to help me or not. I am not a prick, like just about all of the peeps you have known throughout your life. I am always by your side, and will not let your 'friend' down, you know what I am talking about, this sick would does not need to know anymore. IWALU-BEG. Bye-Bye, or really, CU soon again, if I can get back into my trance without the next persecution, maybe the building will be bombed by aliens, HA-HA-BLUEBOOK. It is now 2:40 AM-EST, and I have decided to end and post up now.
Blog Ending:
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0273
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0273
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“ANOTHER SUNDAY OF SKY SIEGE-WEIN-SOSO-SSDD”
WORLD LABS OF 2295, DATFILE: CH-0272-112711.714
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
There are no perfect or even good weekends for me with my WOMO-ENEMY problems since the early middle nineteen-eighties, however, this one went better than I'd expected, all be it the holiday weekend with Thanks-2-Givens, and King Building Kite Flying dog Roofs, all notwithstanding.
It all began last night, late, or maybe early this morning, on east coast time; when I got around to checking out my voice-mail messages on my AT&T telephone, as I have both Comcast and AT&T phone service, as I like the AT&T better; and it actually, it would cost me more, to not include the Comcast Phone Package, with my internet and television service with them. Aniwho peeps, YO, I got a message about trouble with my medications, after leaving careful instructions with the pharmacy after what happened before with them and my insurance and my name vanishing and hacked off of the system; only this time I was sure that I was not refilling my prescriptions through the pharmacy system. In other words, you must, or I must, to be more accurate and specific here; ask the first pharmacy that you reach, to put you through to the actual local pharmacy of your local store, otherwise, it is potentially vulnerable to hack attacks from the great Millionth-Council-Lattisaw gang of the Bermuda WOMO Triangle system of the Astral Plane counterpart regions. I am still saying YOU in place of ME, Sarah-Stacey Krassle and I seem to have this numerous identity crisis, whether or not we choose consciously, to ever reveal or admit to this, to the waking world. Anyway, today, I cleared things up today, it was too complicated and personal, to get more specific about, on a public blogging system. LSS, I got my medications, but while over at the pharmacy, and seconds after I walked through the door, a strange MUZAK coincidence or ATTACK, struck me. I was in my bath tub less than an hour before this time, and was talking aloud to myself and mentioned the old Neilson song, “Can't Live”, and changing it and singing it in the shower, making it instead of “Can't live if living is without you”, into “if living is without meds”. This is no where near the first time that things have happened that prove to me that either the odds of millions to one against coincidence is what is going on, or else, I must be being monitored and illegally listened to in my residence dwelling. The song came pouring out over the pharmacy MUZAK or Public Address (PA) system.
Later at my second errand, loud and low private aerial assaults began, and as I type, I can hear small private Cessna jobs flying in the air still, it stopped as I typed this, so I am being monitored keystroke by keystroke, right Mister Dick L&O Wolf. My first errand was picking up the meds, and then it was over to Regis Philbin's TD Bank local branch on US-Route 1, to get balances on my accounts. My next or third and final errand, was to the Dollar Store, the Dollar Tree, several blocks back towards home at the 601 Building, MISTER WILLIAM LEONARD MCKINNON, SIR, OH GREAT FUTURE-MOVER-RASTAFARIAN TELEPHONE TAPER.
When I was at the store purchasing a few items totaling around seventeen dollars, many planes were around,. And along with them, come the strange numerous spurious ground incidents. This is why since forever now practically, I have come to recognize the fact and the truth that this is all totally connected, just as the US and other global military systems, find it a normal practice, since aerodynamic principles were discovered that permitted humankind the right to flight; to use a combined cohesive merging of both ground and air assaults on their enemies. A snotty tiny child knows this, whether the grown ups around them do or not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Speaking of this particular scientific knowledge, that was destined to eventually become acquired by humankind, in the last one percent or so, of their recorded history on the Planet Earth; there was a very wild dude who I met at a health club swimming pool in the middle of 1995 somewhere. A few peeps called him 'RC', so I did as well. One day, about a year after the time we first talked, he asked me if I was able to go the bottom of the ten foot pool where we both were hanging along the wall of this pool, and lay flat on my back for a few seconds. Just what his game was, only became partially known to me a few days before the club mysteriously closed down overnight with no notice at all, and no refunds on membership dues ever offered. This club, at least as of the time I left New Jersey to come down to live here in sunny Florida; closed and literally grew vines around its property, like out of a James Patterson novel, killed or not killed, sunglasses or no sunglasses, Atlantic City Beach Patrol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was straight out of the plot on the sixties hit daytime soap-drama on television, called, “Dark Shadows”. The real fans remember the 1995 time trip, Gerard Stiles, and the left-to-rot COLLINWOOD Estate, a total duplicate of HADDONWOOD Swim and Health Club, 1970-1995. Anyone who can believe in this coincidence, I would love to try and introduce to the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and the 7 Dwarfs and their pretty pal Geraldine Snow White, am I correct here, oh wonderful mighty Shah of Iran and President of MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY, of 1967????????????????????????????????? The few conspiracy theorists out here, know precisely just what I am talking about; whether they give credence to my personal incredible nightmare tale, or not. But here is where, as 'they' say, 'the plot thickens', my peeps. Number one, there is a powerful wordage parallel here, in Collinwood and Haddonwood. The great Disco-Diva Donna, can be one of the first to see and point out the WOOD part, as in the WOODS TEST PRESSING, and ATLANTIC RECORDS of Ancora, New Jersey, where her great unknown HAIR album was somehow involved with and in collusion with my place of employment as well, the Recorded Publications, in Camden, New Jersey, known as the abbreviated, RPL STUDIOS by the entire music industry, especially of the more distant past times. The LAW AND ORDER show, depicts a man, a very tall basketball player, and murderer, giving him the fictional name Cyrus N-WOOD, as in the way both of these institutions or estates end in their final five letters-NWOOD. In this particular episode on this great show, the Philadelphia 76'ers B-Ball team was called, the Cannons. Cyrus of course played for them but often played in the great city of NYC where this show is home based, and instead of calling them by their true name, the NEW YORK NICKS, this was changed for the show. If this alone does not tie into my powerful road-trip-interaction with the trip up to Boston, to the hotel with the strange heater-clock, and my learning how the Philadelphia Phillies would become the 2008 World Series Champions, then I fail to know how to ever prove that major stuff is happening all around my life, and has been since PEE SENIOR wanted me to give her a magical H-DAUT. There is much more to compare in these two names, vowel changes that become IO, or TEN, as in WE WERE BUT TEN, AND NOW WE'RE OLD, from the SARAH SONG, written by me on the 12th of May in 1996, the double consonants, D and L that will all be saved for a future discussion. Now let me tell about what I was told by the girl lifeguard who always hated me so much, she was a dike, and hated all men, and was rude and vulgar. She and a dude who worked at a real estate office across from a local State Farm Insurance Office where I went to make my direct car insurance payments; and who was also a lifeguard, not the dude STEVE, r “Holy-Spirit-Lifeguard” as he became known, as a result of things he said and did to me, all blogged on many previous blogs from quite a while back. It seems, according to this girl and dude pair of Haddonwood lifeguards, snapped a picture of me while I was flat on my back, playing dead, at the bottom of the Haddonwood swimming pool. They told me that he was “out there” and only a few peeps talked to him, and that I should watch myself. They also said he talks into his camera. Wow. This was 1996, folks. Never underestimate this incredible family. I did, and lived to freaking regret it. I lost everything I own in this world, including a non-hypothetical daughter, and as all things do indeed balance out, gained something, and that would be the true meaning of our family's 9+ generational name, HUNTINGTON. Somewhere in the Hampton's area, and all around the great county that flies over the radar, there are survivors of the direct line, males keep their names when marrying, and some were males in my mom's cousin Ruth Huntington's family. This line goes back to the great signer of the Declaration of Independence, Samuel, a good friend of mine while I am coexisting in another dreaming-interaction, named Benjamin Franklin. We all tried to create a great thing here, and the pigs from Reagan's nest that took capitalism to a new level that destroyed American middle-class-society forever, destroyed in a short wink in time, what we all busted out humps for a much longer time, to put into place. Shame on all of you wicked rotten Dogtownites. I was very angry a few days ago, and did not really mean that violence should ever be used to combat this evil, even though the United States constitution does indeed advocate the usage of this very tool should things ever get this out of control. Still, there must be a better way, and one suggested way is the Mountainpen Trilogy. Google it up in my past blogs, and wait for more future discussions, as I do tend to elaborate a lot more on the subject. The answer is not blood, then we would be no better than the pigs.
I know you are carefully watching my entire life, mighty beautiful 'Paula King'. I will always love you, and you know that, and NOTHING that you can do to me, will change that, PEE, SR.
END TRANSMISSION, AT ALL POINTS ON THE RADAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“ANOTHER SUNDAY OF SKY SIEGE-WEIN-SOSO-SSDD”
WORLD LABS OF 2295, DATFILE: CH-0272-112711.714
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
There are no perfect or even good weekends for me with my WOMO-ENEMY problems since the early middle nineteen-eighties, however, this one went better than I'd expected, all be it the holiday weekend with Thanks-2-Givens, and King Building Kite Flying dog Roofs, all notwithstanding.
It all began last night, late, or maybe early this morning, on east coast time; when I got around to checking out my voice-mail messages on my AT&T telephone, as I have both Comcast and AT&T phone service, as I like the AT&T better; and it actually, it would cost me more, to not include the Comcast Phone Package, with my internet and television service with them. Aniwho peeps, YO, I got a message about trouble with my medications, after leaving careful instructions with the pharmacy after what happened before with them and my insurance and my name vanishing and hacked off of the system; only this time I was sure that I was not refilling my prescriptions through the pharmacy system. In other words, you must, or I must, to be more accurate and specific here; ask the first pharmacy that you reach, to put you through to the actual local pharmacy of your local store, otherwise, it is potentially vulnerable to hack attacks from the great Millionth-Council-Lattisaw gang of the Bermuda WOMO Triangle system of the Astral Plane counterpart regions. I am still saying YOU in place of ME, Sarah-Stacey Krassle and I seem to have this numerous identity crisis, whether or not we choose consciously, to ever reveal or admit to this, to the waking world. Anyway, today, I cleared things up today, it was too complicated and personal, to get more specific about, on a public blogging system. LSS, I got my medications, but while over at the pharmacy, and seconds after I walked through the door, a strange MUZAK coincidence or ATTACK, struck me. I was in my bath tub less than an hour before this time, and was talking aloud to myself and mentioned the old Neilson song, “Can't Live”, and changing it and singing it in the shower, making it instead of “Can't live if living is without you”, into “if living is without meds”. This is no where near the first time that things have happened that prove to me that either the odds of millions to one against coincidence is what is going on, or else, I must be being monitored and illegally listened to in my residence dwelling. The song came pouring out over the pharmacy MUZAK or Public Address (PA) system.
Later at my second errand, loud and low private aerial assaults began, and as I type, I can hear small private Cessna jobs flying in the air still, it stopped as I typed this, so I am being monitored keystroke by keystroke, right Mister Dick L&O Wolf. My first errand was picking up the meds, and then it was over to Regis Philbin's TD Bank local branch on US-Route 1, to get balances on my accounts. My next or third and final errand, was to the Dollar Store, the Dollar Tree, several blocks back towards home at the 601 Building, MISTER WILLIAM LEONARD MCKINNON, SIR, OH GREAT FUTURE-MOVER-RASTAFARIAN TELEPHONE TAPER.
When I was at the store purchasing a few items totaling around seventeen dollars, many planes were around,. And along with them, come the strange numerous spurious ground incidents. This is why since forever now practically, I have come to recognize the fact and the truth that this is all totally connected, just as the US and other global military systems, find it a normal practice, since aerodynamic principles were discovered that permitted humankind the right to flight; to use a combined cohesive merging of both ground and air assaults on their enemies. A snotty tiny child knows this, whether the grown ups around them do or not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Speaking of this particular scientific knowledge, that was destined to eventually become acquired by humankind, in the last one percent or so, of their recorded history on the Planet Earth; there was a very wild dude who I met at a health club swimming pool in the middle of 1995 somewhere. A few peeps called him 'RC', so I did as well. One day, about a year after the time we first talked, he asked me if I was able to go the bottom of the ten foot pool where we both were hanging along the wall of this pool, and lay flat on my back for a few seconds. Just what his game was, only became partially known to me a few days before the club mysteriously closed down overnight with no notice at all, and no refunds on membership dues ever offered. This club, at least as of the time I left New Jersey to come down to live here in sunny Florida; closed and literally grew vines around its property, like out of a James Patterson novel, killed or not killed, sunglasses or no sunglasses, Atlantic City Beach Patrol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was straight out of the plot on the sixties hit daytime soap-drama on television, called, “Dark Shadows”. The real fans remember the 1995 time trip, Gerard Stiles, and the left-to-rot COLLINWOOD Estate, a total duplicate of HADDONWOOD Swim and Health Club, 1970-1995. Anyone who can believe in this coincidence, I would love to try and introduce to the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and the 7 Dwarfs and their pretty pal Geraldine Snow White, am I correct here, oh wonderful mighty Shah of Iran and President of MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY, of 1967????????????????????????????????? The few conspiracy theorists out here, know precisely just what I am talking about; whether they give credence to my personal incredible nightmare tale, or not. But here is where, as 'they' say, 'the plot thickens', my peeps. Number one, there is a powerful wordage parallel here, in Collinwood and Haddonwood. The great Disco-Diva Donna, can be one of the first to see and point out the WOOD part, as in the WOODS TEST PRESSING, and ATLANTIC RECORDS of Ancora, New Jersey, where her great unknown HAIR album was somehow involved with and in collusion with my place of employment as well, the Recorded Publications, in Camden, New Jersey, known as the abbreviated, RPL STUDIOS by the entire music industry, especially of the more distant past times. The LAW AND ORDER show, depicts a man, a very tall basketball player, and murderer, giving him the fictional name Cyrus N-WOOD, as in the way both of these institutions or estates end in their final five letters-NWOOD. In this particular episode on this great show, the Philadelphia 76'ers B-Ball team was called, the Cannons. Cyrus of course played for them but often played in the great city of NYC where this show is home based, and instead of calling them by their true name, the NEW YORK NICKS, this was changed for the show. If this alone does not tie into my powerful road-trip-interaction with the trip up to Boston, to the hotel with the strange heater-clock, and my learning how the Philadelphia Phillies would become the 2008 World Series Champions, then I fail to know how to ever prove that major stuff is happening all around my life, and has been since PEE SENIOR wanted me to give her a magical H-DAUT. There is much more to compare in these two names, vowel changes that become IO, or TEN, as in WE WERE BUT TEN, AND NOW WE'RE OLD, from the SARAH SONG, written by me on the 12th of May in 1996, the double consonants, D and L that will all be saved for a future discussion. Now let me tell about what I was told by the girl lifeguard who always hated me so much, she was a dike, and hated all men, and was rude and vulgar. She and a dude who worked at a real estate office across from a local State Farm Insurance Office where I went to make my direct car insurance payments; and who was also a lifeguard, not the dude STEVE, r “Holy-Spirit-Lifeguard” as he became known, as a result of things he said and did to me, all blogged on many previous blogs from quite a while back. It seems, according to this girl and dude pair of Haddonwood lifeguards, snapped a picture of me while I was flat on my back, playing dead, at the bottom of the Haddonwood swimming pool. They told me that he was “out there” and only a few peeps talked to him, and that I should watch myself. They also said he talks into his camera. Wow. This was 1996, folks. Never underestimate this incredible family. I did, and lived to freaking regret it. I lost everything I own in this world, including a non-hypothetical daughter, and as all things do indeed balance out, gained something, and that would be the true meaning of our family's 9+ generational name, HUNTINGTON. Somewhere in the Hampton's area, and all around the great county that flies over the radar, there are survivors of the direct line, males keep their names when marrying, and some were males in my mom's cousin Ruth Huntington's family. This line goes back to the great signer of the Declaration of Independence, Samuel, a good friend of mine while I am coexisting in another dreaming-interaction, named Benjamin Franklin. We all tried to create a great thing here, and the pigs from Reagan's nest that took capitalism to a new level that destroyed American middle-class-society forever, destroyed in a short wink in time, what we all busted out humps for a much longer time, to put into place. Shame on all of you wicked rotten Dogtownites. I was very angry a few days ago, and did not really mean that violence should ever be used to combat this evil, even though the United States constitution does indeed advocate the usage of this very tool should things ever get this out of control. Still, there must be a better way, and one suggested way is the Mountainpen Trilogy. Google it up in my past blogs, and wait for more future discussions, as I do tend to elaborate a lot more on the subject. The answer is not blood, then we would be no better than the pigs.
I know you are carefully watching my entire life, mighty beautiful 'Paula King'. I will always love you, and you know that, and NOTHING that you can do to me, will change that, PEE, SR.
END TRANSMISSION, AT ALL POINTS ON THE RADAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0272
SAFE JOURNAL, 0272
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
This is Thanksgiving morning in 2011. Very soon, I will be in Iraq or Afghanistan, and out of this totally EVIL EMPIRE.
No one will hurt me any longer once I free myself from the bondage of this nightmare game.
I will also be contacting the Federal Communications Commission as well as the American Civil Liberties Union before I leave at the end of the year. One major complaint I will be launching is against Google and You-Tube. No matter what I do, anything I post up there, is not accessible. In case anyone is interested, views are no different than anything else out here, the entire nation is up for sale, and has been. You can buy up to ten percent of a million views on these type of sites. It is not that expensive, but proves to me it is no more than a huge con game. You simply go and type in You-Tube Views, and up pops sites that will sell from normally 5 to 100 thousand, and somehow it does not get your videos banned, or so they say. In any case, some one out here has been silencing me for forty years, and you know, it takes no genius to figure it all out after being threatened, your entire life destroyed, and even locked up by authorities even after taking all kinds of proof and evidence to them that this is not imagined, and bringing witnesses with you to boot. THIS ENTIRE EVIL EMPIRE IS A FIXED CHERAP CON GAME, A BIG DOG AND PONY SHOW, and on top of that, they have ruined me, stolen from me, and owe me ten figure remunerative compensation, and they know it.
I feel so genuinely sorry for all the others out here who are still left, suffering in silent misery and way too scared to ever dare come forward, as I do. They told their truths once, as I did, and still do; and all for naught.
However, before I totally fixate on or blame anyone anywhere, the reality is bigger than any of this, and if the sweet wonderful Pope can stand this news, it is bigger than his great church, and he doesn't have to agree or like this information, as it changes nothing at all. An entire world exists that 99 percent of people do not even know one thing about. Those that know a little about it, still may as well no nothing, and even the few Steve Hawking, either keep their fucking mouth shut, or they pay for it in other ways that I need not blog, you can use your own imaginations.
I grow quite weary of mentally ill entities, revoltingly tired in their spirits of this endless existence we all share and exist in various dimly aware states of parallel universe interaction and cohabitation. No one understands that they are either awake in one quantum flux of reality, or in virtually unlimited other states in parallel existences. Further, this is why we think we have this one life that appears so solid and constant, as the calendars on our walls, when this is the biggest illusion and dog and pony show in the cosmos. Beyond even this, incredible truth exists, that human entities twist and bend and turn into various belief systems and religions.
For the groups who love to put me down, and call me a ranter, and or insane; I will bet any amount of mob borrowed money, double or nothing; that you are closed minded, and would not want real truth, if it slammed into you like a planet smashing meteorite.
There are some people like me, who are suffering in a nightmare. Many believe we are insane. Many have gone insane. If you carefully study insanity and all of its various features that are regularly diagnosed by the psychiatric profession, there is a difference in the way I speak, and the way this group who have finally lost touch, speak. The simple truth however, is that you NEED TO THINK AND BELIEVE, THAT I AM CRAZY. This is YOUR crutch folks, not mine. You would go out and blow your fucking brains out if I proved all the shit in my past six years of blogs, is all real and totally true, down to the nth degree.
Trying to word this in ways that even a few will try to understand who never experienced the real-weird-stuff; is the difficult if not absolutely impossible job of the few of us wh have survived, what Roddenberry refers to as the “Q-Continuum on his great television science-fiction show, called, “Star Trek, TNG”. Many of his powerful messages, went over everyone's head. Only the tortured few like myself, slowly pieced a lot of this together, while maintaining some small level of relative waking world sanity, whatever the hell this really is, folks. For six plus years, my blogs tell a lot more than just about a great family that is a bit more than they akll appear to be. It goes far beyond it, yet still, let me tell you asll just a tad bit about the year of 2011, and them. Running down to Florida in middle December of 2009, only prolonged my predestined agony and doom. I lost everything I had, and they could care less. On top of this, they contact me from time to time, and it is timed to the tee. When I called Sheriff Monk earlier in the year, two members from 3,000 miles apart called me all within a half hour. When I posted the powerful blog a few blogs ago, again, I heard from them, after they cut me off for a while, with lame excuses and explanations. A lpot more is happening people, than I could ever tell or blog, due to laws, and my lack of credibility. I know that power in this world cannot be fouight or beaten by the powerless. The entire Occupy movement is doomed to fail, unless they take up arms and fight and take back what is ours. Everything that has been done to the little 99ers is totally illegal, since dirt bag Ron Reagan was elected as President in November of 1980. This was a quanta wave reality that could not be held back, not after I doomed us all by daring to send the song called, “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS”, down to the United States Copyright Office. I have made my share of mistakes, and will take a lot of mother fucking blame. If I do not, then I am just a low life bottom feeder coward, and a no good rotten ass hole son of a bitch prick. Yes, I am very sorry for a lot of things that I have done, and still must do. But so much more is all behind just this silly waking dream world we all our in here, and there is simply no way in hell to get into it.
For the few Trekkers out there, you need to see that in the show with Q and his 'daughter', an alternate reality needs to exist in quantum flux, not only in a fictional television show, but in the source where this imagined mind image is all coming out of. The mathematics behind all these words is there, and just a bit ahead of most college math majors. Many start to see some frightening quantum reality, and they run and duck for cover, and refuse to go beyond what they know at that point. Einstein himself was in this category, and later recanted nearer to the time where he exited human life, admitting that Quantum Physics is not some wild fiction, or mentally deluded concepts. When the math all adds up, only the perfectly ignorant, remain transfixed with old ideas and notions.
As for my horrendous attack yesterday, this is nothing new. It began after I returned from a powerful dream, on August 15th in 1986, and because I kept both a taped life journal in those days, as well as a visual chart in numbers that reflected the type of days that I would have almost like a digital-diary, it was simple to prove to myself, that there really was life before this night of the nightmare, and then there was the life I began to live, afterward, and it was as different as black and white, and came upon me at the speed of a rocket.
As for my GAWNUM answer on what triggered this day of November the twenty-third; I have decided that until I bring a friend over here to help me out again, with this machine, I will leave well enough alone, and keep my mother fucking big fat mouth SHUT. ********** END OF BLOG. **********
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
This is Thanksgiving morning in 2011. Very soon, I will be in Iraq or Afghanistan, and out of this totally EVIL EMPIRE.
No one will hurt me any longer once I free myself from the bondage of this nightmare game.
I will also be contacting the Federal Communications Commission as well as the American Civil Liberties Union before I leave at the end of the year. One major complaint I will be launching is against Google and You-Tube. No matter what I do, anything I post up there, is not accessible. In case anyone is interested, views are no different than anything else out here, the entire nation is up for sale, and has been. You can buy up to ten percent of a million views on these type of sites. It is not that expensive, but proves to me it is no more than a huge con game. You simply go and type in You-Tube Views, and up pops sites that will sell from normally 5 to 100 thousand, and somehow it does not get your videos banned, or so they say. In any case, some one out here has been silencing me for forty years, and you know, it takes no genius to figure it all out after being threatened, your entire life destroyed, and even locked up by authorities even after taking all kinds of proof and evidence to them that this is not imagined, and bringing witnesses with you to boot. THIS ENTIRE EVIL EMPIRE IS A FIXED CHERAP CON GAME, A BIG DOG AND PONY SHOW, and on top of that, they have ruined me, stolen from me, and owe me ten figure remunerative compensation, and they know it.
I feel so genuinely sorry for all the others out here who are still left, suffering in silent misery and way too scared to ever dare come forward, as I do. They told their truths once, as I did, and still do; and all for naught.
However, before I totally fixate on or blame anyone anywhere, the reality is bigger than any of this, and if the sweet wonderful Pope can stand this news, it is bigger than his great church, and he doesn't have to agree or like this information, as it changes nothing at all. An entire world exists that 99 percent of people do not even know one thing about. Those that know a little about it, still may as well no nothing, and even the few Steve Hawking, either keep their fucking mouth shut, or they pay for it in other ways that I need not blog, you can use your own imaginations.
I grow quite weary of mentally ill entities, revoltingly tired in their spirits of this endless existence we all share and exist in various dimly aware states of parallel universe interaction and cohabitation. No one understands that they are either awake in one quantum flux of reality, or in virtually unlimited other states in parallel existences. Further, this is why we think we have this one life that appears so solid and constant, as the calendars on our walls, when this is the biggest illusion and dog and pony show in the cosmos. Beyond even this, incredible truth exists, that human entities twist and bend and turn into various belief systems and religions.
For the groups who love to put me down, and call me a ranter, and or insane; I will bet any amount of mob borrowed money, double or nothing; that you are closed minded, and would not want real truth, if it slammed into you like a planet smashing meteorite.
There are some people like me, who are suffering in a nightmare. Many believe we are insane. Many have gone insane. If you carefully study insanity and all of its various features that are regularly diagnosed by the psychiatric profession, there is a difference in the way I speak, and the way this group who have finally lost touch, speak. The simple truth however, is that you NEED TO THINK AND BELIEVE, THAT I AM CRAZY. This is YOUR crutch folks, not mine. You would go out and blow your fucking brains out if I proved all the shit in my past six years of blogs, is all real and totally true, down to the nth degree.
Trying to word this in ways that even a few will try to understand who never experienced the real-weird-stuff; is the difficult if not absolutely impossible job of the few of us wh have survived, what Roddenberry refers to as the “Q-Continuum on his great television science-fiction show, called, “Star Trek, TNG”. Many of his powerful messages, went over everyone's head. Only the tortured few like myself, slowly pieced a lot of this together, while maintaining some small level of relative waking world sanity, whatever the hell this really is, folks. For six plus years, my blogs tell a lot more than just about a great family that is a bit more than they akll appear to be. It goes far beyond it, yet still, let me tell you asll just a tad bit about the year of 2011, and them. Running down to Florida in middle December of 2009, only prolonged my predestined agony and doom. I lost everything I had, and they could care less. On top of this, they contact me from time to time, and it is timed to the tee. When I called Sheriff Monk earlier in the year, two members from 3,000 miles apart called me all within a half hour. When I posted the powerful blog a few blogs ago, again, I heard from them, after they cut me off for a while, with lame excuses and explanations. A lpot more is happening people, than I could ever tell or blog, due to laws, and my lack of credibility. I know that power in this world cannot be fouight or beaten by the powerless. The entire Occupy movement is doomed to fail, unless they take up arms and fight and take back what is ours. Everything that has been done to the little 99ers is totally illegal, since dirt bag Ron Reagan was elected as President in November of 1980. This was a quanta wave reality that could not be held back, not after I doomed us all by daring to send the song called, “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS”, down to the United States Copyright Office. I have made my share of mistakes, and will take a lot of mother fucking blame. If I do not, then I am just a low life bottom feeder coward, and a no good rotten ass hole son of a bitch prick. Yes, I am very sorry for a lot of things that I have done, and still must do. But so much more is all behind just this silly waking dream world we all our in here, and there is simply no way in hell to get into it.
For the few Trekkers out there, you need to see that in the show with Q and his 'daughter', an alternate reality needs to exist in quantum flux, not only in a fictional television show, but in the source where this imagined mind image is all coming out of. The mathematics behind all these words is there, and just a bit ahead of most college math majors. Many start to see some frightening quantum reality, and they run and duck for cover, and refuse to go beyond what they know at that point. Einstein himself was in this category, and later recanted nearer to the time where he exited human life, admitting that Quantum Physics is not some wild fiction, or mentally deluded concepts. When the math all adds up, only the perfectly ignorant, remain transfixed with old ideas and notions.
As for my horrendous attack yesterday, this is nothing new. It began after I returned from a powerful dream, on August 15th in 1986, and because I kept both a taped life journal in those days, as well as a visual chart in numbers that reflected the type of days that I would have almost like a digital-diary, it was simple to prove to myself, that there really was life before this night of the nightmare, and then there was the life I began to live, afterward, and it was as different as black and white, and came upon me at the speed of a rocket.
As for my GAWNUM answer on what triggered this day of November the twenty-third; I have decided that until I bring a friend over here to help me out again, with this machine, I will leave well enough alone, and keep my mother fucking big fat mouth SHUT. ********** END OF BLOG. **********
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