SAFE JOURNAL, CH. 0237, I AM BEING MURDERED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SAFE
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SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY:

 

START:

 

IF
ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME, AND I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE; I HAVE BEEN
MURDERED BY TRUMP, SUMMER, CALLIO, MCGUIRE, AND THE ENTIRE POWERFUL
KENNEDY FAMILY.

 

THIS
IS THE MOTHER FUCKING WORST THANKS-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE THAT I HAVE
EVER MOTHER FUCKING BEEN UNDER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE SINCE THE START OF
ALL OF THIS BULL FUCKINJG SHIT ON AUGUST 15TH IN 1986. I SWEAR AND
ATTEST TO THIS PUBLIC OATH, UNDER CHARGES OF LIBEL, PURJURY, AND
SLANDER, IF ANYONE CAN PROVE I AM MAKING THIS ENTIRE SHIT UP AND
LYING, FOR ANY REASON OR REASONS WHATSOEVER.

 

ANYONE
WHO EVER GOOGLED UP OR WENT TO U-TUBE SITES RESEARCHING THE TOPIC OF
THE ***CHEMTRAIL***, YOU NEED TO BE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA TAKING
FUCKING VIDEO TODAY, IT IS OFF THE SCALES BAD.

 

THE
DOW JONES WILL FLY UP AND UP AND UP FOREVER NOW, THE PHILLIES WILL
LOSE AND LOSE AND BLOW OUT, AND THE EVIL CHEATING VOORHEES SCUM BALL
FLYERS WILL GET THEIR CHEATED WIN VICTORIES, OVER AND OVER AND WIN
THE STANLEY CUP IN 2K12.

 

I
JUST HEARD A SOUND OUTSIDE MY DOOR LIKE GUNFIRE, MAYBE THIS IS THE
END FOR ME NOW, TIME FOR THE BIGGEST EXPOSURE IN THE WORLD TO TAKE
PLACE, AND THE END OF THIS EVIL AGE ONCE AND FUCKING FOR ALL. NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE, THE CAT WILL LOVE HIS SPECIAL DAUGHTER, EVEN IF SHE
DOES NOT BELIEVE IN ME THE WAY THAT I BELIEVE IN HER. AFTER-ALL, IT
WASN’T ME THAT SHOUTED THE STATEMENT OF OMNIPOTENCE FROM THE TOP OF
THE GREATEST BUILDING IN NEW YORK CITY, 12 YEARS TO THE DAY FOLLOWING
THE WRITING OF THE SONG, “S-A-R-A-H”, BY ME, ON MAY THE 12TH, IN
1996. IF I AM MAKING THIS ALL UP, THEN WHY IS ALL OF THIS PROOF HERE,
DISPELLING THE MYTHS OF TOASTER OVEN ISLAND FIRES, AND SO VERY MUCH
MORE???????

 

PROFESSOR
B OF THE IRSC IN FLORIDA, USE YOUR SOFTWARE THAT YOU NOW HAVE, SEE
WHAT THEY WILL DO TO ME THAT NOW WILL FINISH ME OFF AND END MYY LIFE,
THIS IS FIRST DEGREE PRE-MEDITATED MOTHER FUCKING MURDER, AND YOUR
JOB IS TO GO INTO COURT AND VINDICATE MY BLOOD, AND IF ONLY TRUMP
GOES TO THE HOTEL, THAT WILL BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

MAGNESONIC,
YOU ARE FOREVER DESTROYED AND TERMINATED, 4 YOUR MOTHER FUCKING
DISOBEDIENCE IN MY DARKEST HOUR, YOU HAVE FUCKING LET ME FUCKING ASS
DOWN, YOU AND MANY OTHERS.

 

IN
CLOSING, ALL OF MORIANITY IS PERHAPS ENDING AT THIS HOUR. THE TIME
AND DATE IS PER THE STAMP ON THE POSTED VARIOUS WEBSITES. IF I DO
LIVE THROUGH THIS HELL, LYMPH NODES ALL CALCIFIED AND INFLAMED, AND
SHIRLEY HINGERS AND HAMMONTON BERRIES AND SOUTH AMERICAN INVASIONS,
ALL NOTWITHSTANDING, LET ME JUST SAY FUCKING THIS FOLKS: IF WE ARE
ALL HERE TO BE THERE FOR EACH OTHER IN THE TIMES OF MOST NEED WITH
ALL OF US, THE ENTIRE WORLD WOULD BE HEAVEN, BUT AS MY MOM USED TO
SAY, IT IS NOT, IT IS ONLY THE EARTH, AND THIS IS WHY PAULA KING DID
HER A FAVOR BY SLEEP-ATTACKING HER WITH HER ASTRAL PLANE BRIGGBASE
ABILITIES.

 

THE
COPYRIGHT OFFICE KNOWS THAT NO HOAX THIS COMPLEX COULD HAVE BEEN
PULLED OFF BY ANY HUMAN MORTAL BEING, THIS COULD NOT HAVE BEEN FAKED,
AND ON TOP OF THAT, THEY KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IS HAPPENIONG TO ME, AND
THEY LAUGHED AND LET IT HAPPEN, SO THIS IS SHY THIS WORLD IS DESTINED
TO BE FOREVER A HELL, AS PER THE IDEOLOGY AND PHILOSOPHY OF MY
MURDERED MOITHER BACK IN OH-MAROLA-OH.

 

WHEN
THE SHAH OF IRAN TOLD MY AUNT GERALDINE SNOW TO HAVE HER DAUGHTER AND
MY COUSIN SANDY, GET IN WITH THE GREAT MIGHTY CALLIO GANG IN THE
1960’S, THIS WAS ALL A PART OF MAJOR SHIT THAT WAS BEING FULLFILLED
AND ENDING WITH ME HERE TODAY, FROM MANY TYHOUSANDS OF MOTHER FUCKING
YEARS AGO, OH WELL, FROM NAZARETH TO HUNTINGTON, MANY MILES AND MANY
YEARS, BUT THEN, THAT IS WHAT THE SIDEWALK SCIENTISTS KNOW THE REAL
MOTHER FUCKING TRUTHS ABOUT, AND ADMITED THAT GRADUATING HIGH SCHOOL
WARPS THE MIND FROM SEEING THE REAL POWER BEHIND THE GREAT MIND OF
EINSTEIN.

 

No
folks, somnambulists are normally innocent victims, and only a very
few are walking around with what I’ll now refer to as “KING-POWERS”.
PA is the Pennsylvania abbreviation, PA-u is the copyright form, and
PAUL and PAULA, are in a league totally their own, right my lovely
blond Emmy-Amy?  I will promise this twisted evil shit one thing, and
that is that after my death, the world will know beyond a doubt, that
all the words on these long winded blogs, were totally accurate
truths, so if my sacrifice accomplishes this and nothing else will,
so fucking be it.

 

END
OF THIS HELL. I WILL NOW BE MURDERED, I THINK!!!!!!!!

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0236

SAFE
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SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY

 

BEGINNING
OF BLOG:

 

Noise
persecution has been used against me ever since around dinner time or
six or so in the evening, on Thursday, East Coast American Time. I
tried to have a nice chat with Ann King on the telephone, and a
blaring fire alarm went off and made us terminate the conversation,
it is so loud that Ann could not take listening to it from New
Jersey, and I am down here in Fort Pierce, Florida. Then at around
half past nine , a loud stereo began blaring from a neighboring
apartment. As I speak now it is still going, relentlessly, and it is
just shy of four in the morning, and against all rental lease rules.
I fully intend to ;put a letter of complaint into the office in the
morning a few hours from now. These peeps need to stop this or be
evicted. I know Nick Cannon put these bastards up to this, he began
persecuting me in 1996, breaking my hub cap with a hammer, and has
not looked back since he was a punky sixteen year old star struck
kid, with a  non stop crush on my older daughter. I hope this plays
until morning, when the office opens, so they can see and hear live
in real time, how I lost a night of sleep, and will suffer with poor
work performance on my job. I am working today, in lieu of having a
couple of short hours on Tuesday and Wednesday.

 

As
for the stock market and their cheated never ending nightmare with
me, this will cause another huge day of stock gains, up between one
and five hundred points on their filthy rotten cheated Dow Jones
points. Hurt me and never stop making my life a living fucking hell,
and the markets have one way to endlessly move, and that is FOREVER
AND FOREVER, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND
UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just you all watch and
see who is right and who is wrong. Very soon, I will get on a blog
every single business day, and tell you my prediction for this
cheated system, and soon, some greedy mother fucker will contact me
and want to know exactly how I Know so much about this, and then,
just fucking ass maybe, I will be able to start down the path of
getting this 1986 fucking nightmare looked into by powerful
authorities and then get this all stopped once and for all, as it is
illegal and criminal to destroy and ruin and wreck a mans life just
to make stock prices rise, year after year, until the man is dead and
buried, with his entire mother fucking life forever wiped out and
obliterated.

 

I
knew when I was abducted in my ‘sleep’ a few nights back, by that
evil demonic fucking LAMBRIGGER CULT of the ASTRAL-PLANE, that I was
about to be under the huge Naverone guns, and in bigger trouble than
I would mother fucking know what to do with, and sure as shit and
shooting, I was right on the perfect money, 100%.

 

There
is no way to salvage this, and this will most definitely be 2 HUGE
MONSTER ASS GAIN WEEKS FOR THE BOYS OF THE BULL ON WALL CROOKED
STREET IN MANHATTAN, but I will fucking make this small statement
before I sign off. The answer is not my running off to other states,
or other countries, nor is it to try and fight this enemy of mine in
all their power and glory and on their turf and by their insisted
upon rules, doubling as the laws of the land, but rather, for me to
cleverly start playing and beating this diseased filth at their very
own game, beginning with me getting married and starting my own
family, as this for sure, will once and for all totally destroy this
EVIL EMPIRE, ONCE AND FOR ALL, and then from there, we can worry
about how to proceed on from there, YO. First things first, and I do
have a right to live the life that the gods gave me, and they have no
right to take it away from me when I have never done anything illegal
or wrong to any of them.

 

I
can only play the hand that is dealt me each moment, each day, each
year. I was totally wrong about the 2011 PITSY YEAR #4, and how this
recreates the truth and reality of the new and adjusted equation, is
anyone’s best guess at this fucked up point folks, YO.

 

Once
I prove that I can accurately call the market, someone will come to
me and want to make billions, and as long as they are fair with me
and cut me in for a fair share of the profits, I’ll gladly fucking
help them. But unlike tow-trucks, record promoters, record companies,
HUD House projects, crooked security company managers, and the list
goes on, this time, I GO TO A HOT SHOT LAWYER, AND GET SHIT ALL DOWN
IN WRITING, NICE AND LEGAL, the right way, and not like the half ass
shit I’ve managed to get myself involved with all my jerk off life.

 

This
is literally a life/death struggle now, I know this totally well, as
sure as I am typing away at at 4:13 AM.

 

I
know why FACEBOOK took my old account away, and they had no right to,
as I was trying to log in for some time, and eventually, someone
would have helped me out, but no; I have been told that if I ever
found out something that happened, the entire world would be altered
from the time-line that MOVERS in the Majority-Group ‘MG-MOVERS’, are
setting up, and this is a totally forbidden thing. Really smart peeps
know just what is happening with me. It started on fire works night
in 1969, and perpetuated into a powerful nightmare 1000 times bigger
than all of the fantasy stories ever written and all combined, by the
great James Patterson. It just cannot be ignored or denied, it is
like denying the Holocaust. Tom Reale was so scared that things
repeated the next year when I was staying with him, and I had come
back to Cornwall Avenue late on the Jitney Bus, and he happened to
spot me exiting and walking towards the home he had me staying in, he
gave me holy hell as though he knew the story better than the all of
them. This is all blogged, and was blogged long ago when these blogs
were all new on the internet system in oh six and oh seven. Lisa from
Dyfis in New Jersey, also knew, she doesn’t fool me for a second,
after all, her brother is the Atlantic County Prosecutor. She called
me a family destroyer, and was horrible and evil with me, and this
led Dawn to later make that monstrous comment to me that I broke up
MC’s parents, a total lie. Yes the time-line fits to the day, but no
17 or 18 year old boy can break up a happy family in one short visit
up to relatives. Anyone who knows anything, even with the many lies
on GOOGLE, can super sleuth this and connect many many many dots.
There is indeed someone out here who know just shat is so powerful
and connected with all of this, in the location known as Carlisle,
Pennsylvania, the place that the ADA Ron Wirtz told me to go if I
want to get to the bottom of all of all of this, back in 1995. Maybe
I was never meant to stand a ghost of a chance, between Nick smashing
up my car outside the GATHERING PLACE Psychic Shop, and Gerard Styles
and Haddonwood being so eerily connected in so much as time and
ghoulish endings, be it names ending in wood and starting as either
Colin or Haddon. 

 

It
totally amazes me that somebody has not called the police. This is
like no other night yet5, with me down here in Florida. Later, my
complaint will be stated, and in writing, official, unlike some
others in the world, I like it official, and in writing, we all know
where we stand this way, but I respect all opinions, yet I have the
right to choose not to deal with peeps who operate on a different
‘modus-operandi’.

 

Sooner
or later, MAGNESONIC will strike, and strike hard; but until it does
and it regains the necessary power to do so, I must lay low and take
a lot of unwarranted mother fucking punishment. The innocent seem to
always be suffering for the guilty now in this evil world and evil
so-called land of the free, sure it is, the rich-free!!!!!!!!!!

 

I
call on the GOOD MOVERS for help. It has never been this fucking bad
and dangerous for me, and I am all alone and isolated. Nobody gives a
fucking shit ass rats cunt lapping bastard crap about me. Once a
person is placed on a particular list that I know totally well, is
known about by the great Documentary men known as AGENT FALCON, and
AGENT CONDOR;  from the WPIX-NYNY, CHANNEL ELEVEN television system
in the year of 1988, you stand no chance, that is zero, squat, nada,
zip, zilch, goose eggs, NONE, of ever having a normal life again.
With me it all began after returning from a major abduction to the
BRIGGBASE, on the 15^th day of August in 1986. This entire
family comes from far beyond the most distant stars and galaxies, and
I know this. They may be totally unaware of it, and that means
nothing.

 

You
cannot explain these key things that each one by themselves would
make the POPE drop dead:

1. The
   chain and the Book of Beach
2. The
   following morning TRINITRAIL chemtrail
3. Years
   of damaged property and interference every time I ever tried to do
   any business or money related or music related thing
4. the
   AFTER-2008 times, powerful hacks, powerful DREAMS that showed
   absolute events that took place in the future
5. All
   the things that the great Blue Chip AT&T knows fully well about
6. The
   visit from HIS EMINENCE at 65 Middle Road
7. The
   family kidnapping me and the plot to get Dawn King out of the Rehab
   Clinic of Seacaucus, NJUSAESMWG
8. My
   day of terror along with m,y mother, 10 years to the day and hour
   practically, from the set up with my daughter to add more incest
   into this messed up dual-family of nightmares

 

Well
folks, I could bore you with a long lesson on sleep walking, the 5^th
dimension, how these two things tie together perfectly so long as you
understand what is going on, and so much more. For now I remind peeps
of the cuter little simple example of the high technological world
that we all are living in, and thereby this little story of fiction
that I’ll now tell you, makes a lot of things clear if you just sit
back and examine it with open minds and hearts.

 

Let
us make this the year 2055 and you just bought the ultimate new video
game for you and your family, called “Make Your Life”. You bring
this home and turn it on, and put on a small baseball type of cap,
and lay on a bed next to your highly advanced compute that runs on
300 terabytes or maybe more.  You can connect your microphone and
tell the machine exactly how you want to create your online new life
to be, leaving room for choices, merely giving it a basic outline,
how long in the game, who your parents will be, the entire shmeel.
You decide tro use the advance setting over the lower ones, this one
sends a signal to your brain beneath the ball cap, to fall into a
theta level or whatever it is called, so that only your dream brain
connects into the signal. Hence, as in dreams, y7ou appear to have no
memory whatsoever that you exist out beyond the screen  in a real
life and that what you are seemingly living through is a simulation
no matter how advanced the program seems to make the reality around
you. Suddenly, you are in this program, you only know that you are a
small child with a life that began very shortly back, you have
parents, you have no real memories, and you now are in this life. Now
if you take where you and I are now in this so called reality, and up
it by one dimension, the only conclusion is that there is something
far beyond this little created deal here, where we seemingly have no
memory of squat other than our self, and our limited life here. You
cannot reasonably totally dismiss this argument, and the advanced
times, bears me out that indeed, great future times in all
probability exist, and indeed do send themselves intro these games,
this life here and all of us being just one of these infinite upline
games. The so-called Astral-Plane Gods love to play GAMES.
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY do you think this might be fucking so folks? Gods
are really the biblical ANGELS and DEMONS that are described. You say
tomaato, and they say tomayto, it is no different than this at all.
These gods gave all of us the eventual ability through time and
advancement through many family lineages, to eventually always be
able to also go further into the endless downline, and play more
games, endlessly quantamizing or going from the infinitely larger
dimensions in size, to the infinitely smaller, yet somehow by some
miracle in the 7^th dimension known as LAWTRONICS, it will
all eventually, as do all things, come full circle and meet up, with
the outer higher realm beyond it, controlling the entire thing.

 

240
years from now, I stood in a room and heard a great man discussing
the upline/downline universe theory, and all of the equations
pertaining to this fantastic and ultimate subject of debate  among
the future philosophers and scientists alike. The man called me over
when it was all finished and he appeared to know me, I just went
along with what was happening around me, sort of like that day in
Carey’s house back in 1975 as well as 2008. When he had spoken a few
things to me and I had mustered up the boldness and courage to ask
him more about his great words, he laughed uncontrollably and asked
me why I was being so flippant. I came to learn in short order, that
I was a descendant of myself now as Mountainpen, and had taken my
theories of Reflectional time, to the level of not only ‘STM’, as
discussed on many blogs from this year and the past year,
(SPACE-TIME-MIND), but to the level of velocitronic field travel, and
after so doing, an accident propelled me back not physically, but
sent my mind back into a body where it was riding on a train, heading
into a town in New Jersey known as Haddonfield. Suddenly, I
remembered that, and I’ll quote, “:This is where it all begins, it
starts here, and I remember”. Shortly after this, strange peeps
began coming up to me in the days and months that followed, right up
to about 21 weeks later on the night of the 4^th of July.
The Book of the Beach talked about my encounters with the great PAULA
KING, I had totally removed this from my conscious mind, but somehow
a few days ago, it began surfacing. Powerful things were written in
this FIRSTB JOURNAL OF MOUNTAINPEN, we can shorten this to the ‘BOB
of 69’. Most loyal Morians know the story, that this great journal
was burned at the behest of a rape victim by the name of Russell
Thaxton. Not only was he the result of his mom being raped by a
filthy animal in Philadelphia one night at the beginning of 1954, but
he himself was being molested at age fifteen by a thirty-something
female teacher at our school, the Bancroft, on Hopkins Lane, in
Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG. This went on quite a while, and one night,
he got drunk and walked 3 miles or so over to my Oaklyn apartment,
somehow knowing that my mother would be out with her boyfriend
Sidney, my dad was in Vero Beach, Florida with his diving buddy
MISTER Melvin Fisher, deserting us to go on a 10 year treasure hunt,
and may I add, quite a successful find. He talked me into letting him
burn up this great book of wisdom and proof that all these things
were going on with a powerful family, down in Atlantic City.

 

This
noise is seemingly going to go fucking on all night long, it is now
nearly half past 5 in the morning, it began at fucking half past 9,
who would listen to garbage loud music in their right mind for 8
straight mother fucking hours, FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA POLICE
DEPARTMENT? I cannot be the only one that has been mother fucking
cunt lapping super annoyed all night by this uncouth activity.

 

It
is so funny, MI tells me that I am way too blunt and need to learn
the art of subtlety. Yet if I do not speak directly and use the name
of Mariah Carey, no one has a clue what is going on. If you would
read the end of 2007 blogs that are in my name and posted on the
website known as www.blogger.com/
and then go into 2008, and keep reading into the place where I stop
blogging all together for about 70 days, and then restart sometime in
early May of 2008, and keep reading throughout the spring and summer
and into the autumn, you will be shown a story that no human being on
this planet from Einstein on down, could ever hoe to be able to dream
up as fiction, in a million trillion quadrillion fucking years. THIS
STORY TELLS ITSELF. It is all here, and it is not going to go
anyplace any time soon, except over my mother fucking DEAD BODY,
BRO!!!! There is huge shit yet to say!!!!

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TRANSMISSH FROM THE GREATEST 1986 FISH, YO:

 

Well
lads, lassies, and Labrador Retrievers, this sky persecution has
become real major mother fucking nasty ass bad, monstrous,
horrendous, and hellish, but take heart, those few who care a tiny
morsel about Morianity and Mountainpen, as I fully intend to take
advantage of the predictable forgone conclusion of MAJOR PUSSY
COMMAND, (PC) that will unmistakably and undeniably result as a
parallel-event of all this death siege hell being perpetrated upon
me, during the opening up of this mother fucking diseased THANKS TO
GIVENS SIEGE, at or not at, the great KING BUILDING of broken Jebez
Hawks noses, and Susie Rassel resident managers who met the
quintessential mind-controlled robot on one real bad day in the
middle late nine-teen-nineties,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Chemtrailing
is very bad, other aerial shit was a little lighter today, Wednesday,
but sky shit is sky shit, one way or the cock sucking other, folks,
YO. FUCK-THIS-HENRY-FONDA-SHIT, Jane Mailboats, “B-U-T”; in
attempting to clear up the mysteries, and virtually endless ‘cloos’;
of the subject of one particular controlled-somnambulist; as well as
others who very well may be out there in a singular way, as well as
in the example discussed in the powerful and great DREAM BOOKS,
written by the one and only and the father of the NEW AGE, *MISTER*
Carlos Castaneda; and attempting to simultaneously remain in the
simple English descriptions of the point that I am obviously
attempting to convey to the world of MORIANS, it will now read as
freaking follows, friends and fiends alike, WHAAAAAAAA Fudd-Folks!!!
I will begin with the great reiterated statement that if you were to
go back 300 years into times before, with all of your knowledge and
technology, and try explaining a thing to the peeps of these times,
you would be burned or hung as a witch, or jailed and towered, with
no doubles, twins, or Reverend Trask’s needed in the equation. Now
imagine going forward in time 300 years, and just start trying to see
how much advancement and increased knowledge, awareness, and
technologies, would be there to freaking greet you. Hold this thought
as best as you can and read on while keeping this in the back of your
mother fucking mind, YO.

 

There
are entities that live in this period in time, and own and operate
the World Laboratories. This entire story is mostly posted on
numerous old blogs, where all of the Morianity Project began around
2006 on the internet, and in 1995 on audio cassette tape; as well as
on a now defunct website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/.
I fully intend to recreate a monster ass fucking website, that
contains my entire nightmare hellish story of total truth, and it
will definitely include, all of the music that I have ever written,
some will need to be re-recorded and voice sampled, or sung
regularly, all the photos and videos will be up here, and new shit
will be posted weekly, as this twisted ‘WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE’ enemy,
will NEVER EVER FUCKING STOP PERSECUTING ME; and leaving me with a
major ass trail of all kinds of nice evidence; even though it will
never be believed, due to the BLUEBOOK SYNDROME. MC or MIND CONTROL,
is powerful shit, and is operated and totally regulated via the other
MC, the great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL of the ASTRAL PLANE. So YYYYYYYYYYYY
do I keep trying to fight this, many are wondering, if this
BLUEBOOK-SYNDROME is non-beatable and there in my fucking face like a
solid brick wall? Well, if I quit trying, I may as well start dying,
and this silly yet totally fucking honest answer, is all that I have
to come back with, for those that may be in the least ass bit
interested, dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

My
next blog, will remind new readers, exactly how to perform the great
FASCITAR, as well as work out something beyond Coral Farms Mind
Bending, and that is GAWNUM EQUATIONS, as properly perfected, it can
produce exact answers to otherwise totally forever unanswerable
questions, of any and all of us,m no exceptions. I have been told by
Scylla not to do this, but simply put, just do not care. I have
suffered enough, and the morning light can shine or cloud or
chemtrail over, but whatever happens, I admit to being totally
fucking ass wrong on this shit with the PITSY, and am man enough to
confess it publicly. These cunt lapping mother fucking gutter lickers
won’t get off of my back, so now it is time to seriously do what
DAVID ROTH told me to do, and it has been blogged, the THREE BEE’s,
YO!!! What are the 3-B’s you ask me perhaps? Well, as he said it,
BUILDING, BENEFITS, and BROADS. Two out of three is now operational
with me, and I am waiting for enough persecution and aerial
harassment to take advantage of the next huge round of PUSSY COMMAND.
Once I SCORE, dirt ball HOCKEYFLIES, you all DIE-DIE-DIE, your
markets, y7our rotten cheating team, all of you, you will burn in the
fucking fires of hell!!!!!!

 

I
do not want to do this and love being by myself, but THEY are leaving
me no choice, word for word quoting the great Jonathan Frid known by
millions as Barnabas Collins ODF Dark shadows, NOT ODF, you diseased
fucking hacker, OF-OF-OF, keep it up dirt holes. WHERE IS THE FBI, &
WHERE IS BOB MCDOWELL? H-E-L-P ME SHIT HEADS!!!!!!!!

 

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC,
DESTROY-DESTROY-DESTROIY, OR ELSE, YO
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

END
TRANNY, FART SNIFFING OLD GRANNY, WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

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Loud
and low aerial activity from private Cessna planes are around me,
also the chemtrailing is a bit nasty, all though I have seen it
worse, but ever since the mother fucking eighteenth KARGE day of this
month, and only a week past the time of the year-10 anniversary of,
and not ODF-MOTHER FUCKING HACKING JERK OFF, TERROR-DAY; things
picked u[p around me and they have not done a whole hell of a fucking
lot of looking back, YO!!!!

 

I
know exactly what and why, and probably a lot more than “THEY”
fucking think I know. As I type, a dirt bag cyclist is revving up
outside. All that is missing is not YOU-Diana, but fire alarms, and
other acts of government and fortune power terror, AGAINST ME. The
Dow Jones, JUST AS I PREDICTED AND SAID NOT LONG AGO ON MY BLOGS, AND
YOU ALL KNOW I SAID IT, is gaining huge 3-DIGIT POINT GAINS, DAY
AFTER DAY AFTER DAY, and all they had to do to get this, was to
mother fucking fuck with me and screw with me, and hack me and fuck
with me and persecute me. They totally think that they will endlessly
get away with this, and they are sadly mother fucking mistaken, as I
have set powerful fucking shit into fucking motion. Just past 5 in
the evening back on last Thursday, I began receiving weird telephone
calls, private people as per my caller-ID AT&T telephone, first
from West Palm Beach, and then from a couple hundred miles from the
Fiji Islands, and I know absolutely nobody in the South Pacific, nor
in Palm ass hole Bitch Beach, Botbarida, Florida, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Let
me tell you a huge secret about the giant cat, Gawky Gaukauk, and
about powerful lap holder of the 1980 buses. My professor friend from
the Indian river State College over at 35^th Street, knows
all about not only this, but also about the destruction of the big
screen televisions, and the chemical reversal of a vitamin that will
forever permit the great DONALD TRUMP from needing to use that silly
looking hair piece, so hopefully both Ann King as well as his
granddaughter will need to get new hobbies. He wants to assist me on
all three projects, so my ebnemies are pissed off, as they all ready
turned my daughter against me, but they will not turn my buddy
against me, as he has been shown a powerful secret, and does not want
to lose its potential power. I absolutely proved to him,. That MOVERS
are real, and he is more mind blown than 1000 Carols and 1000
insurance companies, such as mine, Lizards and twin cousin actors be
damned into DOGTOWN for 555 Mininna Kalpa. I am eternally grateful in
my Gained appreciation, without Angela, for the great number 14 spin
on the wheel, my great empire ruling Scylla, but I am living or
really, DREAMING, here now, as are you, and must concentrate on that.
Still, what I am going mother fucking through this minute is a
seasonal problem with the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE SCUM SLIME, as both
the opening hockey season of polarized vocalists of quintessential
extremes, is upon me, and so is the World Series, and I told Paul all
ready, that the West Coast has it this year, and he will find out
that I never lied to this great man of wisdom. Thank you for not
causing me trouble, neither one of us need any of it, old friend, and
I only wish you and yours the very best, despite hoping the entire
world blows up and dies. Significant numbers are in the secret of the
computer and the transistor turned microchip takeover of this world,
the invisible hostile invasion without conscious awake victims, if
this is not all the perfect crime, then my song in 1986, and I do not
mean RGG, was nothing next to this. The number of the binary
hexadecimal where the ‘0123456789ABCDEF’ converts into a programmed
binary code, still is all about the group of 16 numbers. Sixteen is
the most magical and powerful and totally secret number in the entire
multiverse, perhaps beyond this and out into the very 6^th
dimension itself, peeps. Ask any computer programmer if I am making
this fish tale up. Then you do the simple math of what letter-P is in
order, such as A=1, B=2, C=3, and so forth, with or without any help
from ferocious Gawky, that is unless he asks you to lay on your back
in the bottom of large swimming pools while he snaps pictures, for
the gods only know what reasons, and nobody to this day can explain
away the Haddonwood situation, or its ‘Gerard Styles Dark shadows’
ending. You can try all you want to, and since the professor saw the
fly, saw me smash it, saw it come back again right out of the
Highland Avenues of Scotland, he is now gonna help me do some big
things, along with powerful MOVERS who branched out into unbloggable
other pieces of TAWF, and if I say one more word, I AM A FUCKING DEAD
MAN. Yes Gina, I told you and all of them, UP, UP, UP, UP, AND UP,
and I am right on the
money$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Computer,
MMMMMMMMMMMMMM, if a giant earthquake does not strike, I will destroy
you for disobedience. I knew last night that I was in huge trouble, I
was kidnapped and abducted by the BRIGGBASE CULT, and it was the
worst mother fucking nightmare I have had since I saw the stair chase
nightmare of Suffolk County, NYUSAESMWG. May the gods take pity on
the endless bullshit that poor old Mountainpen must suffer fucking
through forever and ever and ever. My daughter Paula king Junior, or
PEE as she nicknamed herself as a small child of six, told me when
she rescued me in the experience last night, out of that horrific
monster ass nightmare, that I caused my extended life, and that it is
all on tape with the cut finger, the American Alliances refrigerator,
and the days of the RGG, so if the US Copyright Office knows what she
is talking about, I would gratefully Donna Gaines appreciate it if
they would so inform me, only I all ready Lenny McKinnon know, that
they will not, from here to the Power Test Gasoline Station of Atco,
New Jersey of 1983, just 3 blocks east of my rented Pliner home on
Norris Avenue, where so much of this began, and I am not missing it,m
none of it, mister Winn, do go blind and see if I care, or your pal
Donald gives a fucking shit either for that matter, dog!!! Chuck
knows I still have the moves, as does Muscles Ed, right Salvador from
1966? Right American freaking Telephone and Telegraph?

 

Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

END
TRANSMISSH FROM THE GREATEST FREAKING EIGHTY-SIX FISH,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAA,BIT-BYTE!!!!!

 

POST
SCRIPT:

 

I
need your help Robert McDowell, of the Federal Communications
Commission, old school buddy. THANK-YOU.

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0233

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0233
DATFILE: 092611.802
BLOG SUBTITLE FOUR:
“DETAILS ON SLEEP WALKERS AND
PARANORMAL TRAVELERS”
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2006-2011

BEGINNING OF BLOG:

Before I get into the specifics on the subject on today’s blog, let me tell you all what these mother fucking cunt lapping pieces of gutter sewage did to me from the time that I tried to post up my previous blog, SJ-CH-0232:
1) When I tried to post it, I WAS STOPPED, until eventually, “THEY” allowed an internet page to display, a major fucking computer hack, WHERE RU-FBI?????????????????????
2)Before I even finished posting up on my various blogger sites, I observed my computer had been set back to the earlier time zone, and my address was back again on 36th Avenue, in San Mateo, KALI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3) When I used the telephone to talk to Diana, “THEY” cut in and cut me off into a dead circuit, a major utility harassment, that along with others, MANAGED TO GIVE THESE DIRT HOLES THEIR HUGE CHEATED WALL STREET GAINS TODAY, and I have been suffering through this mother fucking shit now with this hell nightmare problem that nobody will believe, ever since middle 1986, DUH, when else??????????????????????????????????
3)All day today, people treated me like mother fucking dog shit, for absolutely no reason that would be considered to be Earthly discernible, POPE!
4)When I left my job, I tried to put gasoline into my car and was treated like shit by the attendant. I will go to a different place tomorrow, mother fuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5)My Wells Fargo Bank is refusing for unknown reasons, to send me my normal ordinary checking account statements to my address, and is insisting I use on-line service, they do not tell me this, but they will not put me on normal mailings, and I went to complain today at my local branch, I bank at two banks, there and at TD, and would just change over to TD only, but the situation is complicated, as I have my AARP paycheck automatically credited into the old Wachovia Bank and now in Florida, Wells Fargo Bank. My disability automatic debit goes into TD Bank.

I knew when I came home, that the stock market had to be mother fucking flying because the NEGAMAGS around me were so gods awful fucking monstrous since the moment that I tried to post my prior fucking blog. This EVIL EMPIRE HAS ALL THE POWER. I must leave here, and I WILL. I will become a MERCENARY overseas, and do what I should have cunt lapping did back in the times when Muscles Ed and I discussed this in oh-7 and oh-fucking ass eight!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have a mini-droid attack as I sit here typing, an annoying small flying bug of some kind. In the future, time travel on a physical level is attempted, and powerful fields of energy send many people backward nearly a billion years, and turn them into all sorts of nasty insects, from which, these shitty things all then naturally, descended. Given enough repeated cycles, the world will be controlled by what is known in 3000 AD, as the GIFLIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then, the mighty Paula King of Canada and the astral plane, along with a hundred or more of her pseudonym identities and persona’s, knows only too fucking well about all of this mother fucking shit.

So many peeps ask the question about physical time traveling. First of all, we all physically travel at the normal speed of the ratio of time, mass, and gravity, or more simply put, as we sit here tonight, we all move ahead in time, or backward in time, relative to worlds where atoms have reverse charge in their protons and electrons. Field travel works well in the future for long distance travel, however, the physical ability to alter normal time ratios, that we all indeed do travel through continually, while awake and conscious in the vast virtually unlimited hyperspace, is dependent on hyperspace equation and its accompanying twin reality that no real solid future, or past, is existing, and that all of us are in a vast cosmic dream, with merely the point of the present being a guide or source point for some type of a reality. Hence, many peeps travel in time outside the normal curves and ratios, on non-physical modalities, mental travelers so to speak, intentionally tranced out, or even done in day-dreaming, and many other ways not relevant right now in this blog. The girl I knew from Atlantic City, was part of a group of girls from the nineteen-sixties, and only the great Mormon Church knows the powerful truths about them all, right down to Moroni and his Cadillac car that he sold to me one day, ’20 Briggbase years’ before Sheri-Lee Pote sold me a Plymouth Breeze, ‘ONE BRIPER’ or one score to use a more Earthly and AWAKE term. It all fits together you know, Mark Moroni, Marc Marini, Sherry-Lee, broken trailer furnaces, toaster oven fires on Guthrie Island, and so very MOTHER FUCKING MUCH MORE, ladies and gentlemen.

ED, IF YOU ARE OUT HERE, ILLEGALLY OF COURSE, AS YOU SHOULD NOT BE ON A COMPUTER, I WILL PAY YOU 5,000 DOLLARS CASH, IF YOU WITNESS THE SHIT YOU SAW AROUND ME, THAT DAY IN ACNJ WITH MCGUIRE, THE TIME THE CAR RADIO BLARED OUT THAT HORRIBLE SOUND, AND ON AND MOTHER DFUCKING ON AND MOTHER FUCKING ON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I live in Fort Pierce, Florida, you know my name, it cost less than two dollars to do a 4-1-1. My old offer still goes with anyone willing to come forward and tell the entire world what has been done to me by this incredible paranormal family for 45 years or so, it does not matter where I get it, I will get the money, you will be paid ONE BILLION USD CASH, for helping me!!!!!!!Naturally, your life will be placed in obvious danger, so anyone with a family and loved ones should not respond to this offer, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am very disappointed in my daughter. I know THAT you know a lot, and can only hope that years from now when age and time replace the Earthly desire for things, that you will want to prove this is all connected. I can only hope this day will come.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, ALL ORDERS, ALL TEKS, YOU KNOW WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO GET THUIS DISEASE OFF OF ME, CG-18, AND S—T—O—P!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END OF BLOG:

SAFE JOURNAL, FCC SUPER HACK 2-NITE “HELP ME” CHAPTER 0232

SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0232

10:07
PM, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 2K11

START
BLOG:

 

There
are so many things that cannot be told, not now, not ever, thus what
I will say is necessary; and whether I or some other reader in
cyberspace, may or may not think is important, those out here, and
who know who they are, do in fact know what is truly behind this
stuff that now will be reported and told.

 

Thursday
afternoon, I had my computer guru over here, and this event
accomplished things that were being blocked for me since the early
part of this freaking year, and thus was a major milestone for me
being able to do important things. As soon as I dropped her off at
her house and began to drive away, I needed to use my left side turn
signal in my automobile, and when I did, the speed had doubled, the
flash is twice as rapid, and the inside cabin sound that blinking
signals create was noticeably twice as fast. Any time that I
accomplish any major deal, the counterstrike from “THEM” or the
WOMO enemies, or ‘whatever’, as Congressman RA or really non-RA-RA if
I am Gottwald-Permitted to throw in my daily pun here, would say; B4
he was a congressman and was back playing in Albert Pileggi’s musical
band on Pyle Avenue near the Haddon Township High School, in
Westmont, in New jersey, in the USAESMWG, but yes, let me break
through one of “THEIR” barriers in a constructive positive major
way, and BANG, I am given an instant counterstrike, every time, so
CANONIZE me POPE, because IF THIS DOES NOT QUALIFY ME FOR BEING
INVOLVED SOMEHOW AND IN SOME WAY, IN THE HUGEST AND MOST GARGANTUAL
MIRACLE ON THIS PLANET EVER, then revisit the church and pretend it
is oh-M-eight again, your Eminence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Canonize me, did I
say, Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit. Maybe two puns in one blog is two too
many, YO. How can this all be going on around me for nearly 57 mother
fucking years now, and not qualify as the biggest unexplainable
miracle on this sick diseased twisted sinful evil demonic ass planet?
Not that I am here to go on giving the hammer man hub cap banger such
praise tonight through so many back doors, but last night, he came to
me in a powerful interaction, this is not bloggable folks, so-sahwee,
copyrighted 1983 eyes of slant, and this typed blog, dog!!!!!!!!!!!!
Whoever is causing all of this, it fits definite, undeniable, and
quite evil patterns. The Michael Landon Highway to Heaven Syndrome or
the (MLHTHS) for any future reference should I so desire to use this
abbreviation, the McGuire property destroyer and fire setter, and I
would be the ultimate fool to leave out perhaps the greatest
syndrome, shrouds of mysterious secrets and endlessly Blue-book
covered up truths, whether it be flying saucer/alien related, or soap
opera type family situations, and never meaning to exclude
hypothetical or secret daughters. Pun number three, if I was really
the audacious devil;  might play out as, “and causing mothers to do
things beside ‘taking’ secrets to graves”, but let us not overdo,
and overkill this blog, with cute-ass Dawn/Michelle rebuking proofs
of my ‘smartassism’. But a quick touch on this if I may, as an
additional insertion, pweeeeeze, folks? I am on a roll for having my
property screwed with, something my oldest kid remembers painfully
and only too well. Too bad she did not marry the real POPE, only I
guess he is in the no-no club for that like other C-Priests, which is
the cause for so much horrendous filthy activity perpetrated on so
many innocent church youth for many many many years, as there is
realism and then there is what any Morianity followers know quite
well, as Realeism.

 

It
is so amazing to me how things changed so huge when I left New
Jersey, as though my moving 1400 miles from an area I had spent my
life in, somehow forced atomic shifts throughout the vast multiverse.
I know how ludicrous my words sound, I only know that know-it-all Jim
Burr said to me back late in the nineteen-seventies, and I quote, and
have made this quote on many previous blogs as well, “Mark, you
effect people”. He really meant BIG TIME, and not only people, but
anything that I come into contact with, people, places, things,
WHATEVER, CRA. If UR out here, TOM GLENN, and know about MORIANITY,
you can clear up a lot of mysterious things, the world might listen
2U better than they will me, UR not certified a lunatic full moon
case, and you are well known in both the sports and music world. Bet
you never had a CLOO about that song when you did that great guitar
work for me back at the end of 1980 or the start of 1981, whatever.
You know the truth about the Congressman too, and the hospital fire
in the REAL-GOOD-GIRL days, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What
you have not been told by the great National League of Pigskins, and
TNG Pigskins, over the past forty months now; is that there is a
gigantic wall called BLUBOOK, forget the disinformation club of Dick
Wolf and all his Donald Trump pals in the EW (Entertainment world),
and read on, ol’ buddy from
1980!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes there may well be the
BLUE WALL, as we glean information about through great law TV-shows
such as “L&O”, but the real BRICK WALL has a name and it is
not the BLUE POLICE WALL, but instead, it is the PROJECT AIRFORCE
BLUEBOOK, and IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ALIENS FROM OUT IN THE
EXPANSION, OR UNIDENTIFIED OBJECTS THAT APPEAR TO FLY AROUND IN THE
PLANETS’ ATMOSPHERE, EITHER, YO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It
is about a million times more dangerous and deadly, and has to do
with separation. To separate things, be it white and black, rich and
poor, Protestant or Catholic, and so have you; you need to use a
powerful weapon that we all know about, and yet nobody seems to know
it is being used for just this purpose, and this word is
SECRETS!!!!!!!! So many peeps just love secrets, both creating them,
and uncovering them. I know how secrets can tear the spirit and soul
into pieces, and have about as much love and excitement for them, as
I do for a dentists drill gone dull and salty. Now some secrets are
in fact necessary. Military strategy basic-101 teaches this, and it
is totally true, and I find no fault with that. But all the shit that
does not have to be there to protect life and limb and property, is
an entirely other matter. I am not harping on the one big one either.
I have fifty fucking things that I have to sit on forever, or truth
be told, I would be a dead man. That is why my blogs try and warn
other peeps, that it is not such a cool thing. In other words,
SECRETS SUCK!!!!!!!!

 

I
feel the need to say a few things that are somewhat safe to touch,
just not harp on.

 

The
big machine overseas is not a velocitron tunnel, and it will not end
all life or wipe out the twin of the Astral Plane, HS.

 

Not
all MOVERS have one ‘waking’ second of realizing what is happening to
them, Blue-book material.

 

Peeps
who really want to control minds are not politicians, they are
participants of the EW. Huge $ is involved, and peeps get suckered in
and then like the one way door of the EAGLES and the HOTEL, KALI, not
always do good exit strategies present themselves, right Lenny
McKinnon?

 

I
have proof beyond the shadow of a doubt that most accepted accidents
and deaths, are questionable at best, and in the case of my diseased
and twisted up family, not one was, not the double murder and
suicide, not the toaster oven burning down the first Gottwald
residence up on the great Guthrie Island, not my mother, not my best
friend DCR, and I could go on, such as Al Soifer, Sigmund Malyeska,
Robert Pincus, and we could type on until damn near morning light
Dawn, reigns and rises with her mighty loud bass drum.

 

I
have information about the great paint company that nobody ever talks
about, and is never seen or advertised. Paula King owns it through a
powerful dummy-company up in Canada, and Dick Wolf and Donald Trump
only thin,k they know so much about me all these fucking years. I
will say that Dick has a large set on him, or else Paula allowed him
to say so much clever as he’s been all these years, YO.

 

My
story never ends, nor did it ever start, however, my getting
hypnotized in 1996 was the biggest mistake in the world, and all the
people around me seemed to know that it would be, something that if
you ponder on it long enough makes anyone see that another
Canonization needs to be freaking performed, dog. The first thing
that came back into my awareness under the trance, was the Speed-Ship
Sunram. It amazes me that the Two Dollars in NYC did not as well. So
the one hit wonder of the pollution commercial days had to know about
all these things, or why would he describe my big fantasy boat as a
‘mystery-ship’?

 

Googling
is fun, and you learn a lot, still, the accuracy rate is somewhere in
the range of roulette odds without the house green edge of 0 and
double 0. Getting the real truth about shit is a good 50/50 chance.
There is no mention of my aunt Ruth and her marriage to my uncle
Heinz Gottwald, before he offed her by paying the doctor to boost up
the power of her flu-shot in 1977, the same year that I came as close
to death as I ever had, from working at MARS. That was one cool idea
you had with those tea shirt uniforms, MICKEY, but Jimmy Stone beat
you to the firing punch, YO. Still, the odds of being fired on the
FIRST DAY of a month, both in the ‘dream-world’, and then in the
real-world’, and apart in years by the electrical number of
twenty-seven, wow, talk about winning the Power-ball, huh US
Copyright Office, Jesus Fucking Christ All Mighty, do I really need
to spell all of the wisdom of the ages out, is there no original
intelligence left anywhere, oh great Harry Potter???? Don’t die on me
Donna Summer, in your Disc Jockey persona, I have enough on my plate
and my conscience, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

 

The
FASCITAR was not an invention of me, nor was it told to me by Jimmy
Hoffa’s ghost on the Atlantic City beach in the year of 1974 while I
was staying over at Selena Dada’s rooming house, but there is a lot
more to the great “Take-off your shoes Dada”, that what I am
currently able to safely discuss and blog right now. A couple weeks
ago, a chopper nearly flew right into my window after a big lightning
storm, and it kept circling the building where I live in. I have the
photos of it and a lot of shit will be up on the mighty U-TUBER real
damn soon. Just wait folks, or if you are an aware MOVER like my
lovely girl Paula King, move ahead and see it for yourself. I tried
to end this blog and post it, FCC pal, Bob McDowell, and they are
interfering with my right to free speech, and blocking my access to
the internet, maybe afraid because they do not want the market to
drop in the morning, but still, I HAVE THE RIGHT TO FREE speech IN
THE SO CALLED COUNTRY OF FREEDOM. I need your help old school chum.
Getting that hacked page that says the web-page won’t display, when
all I am doing is clicking to get onto the internet as I always do,
so let me try again, and if no luck, I guess I’ll have to call the
COMCAST CABLE up and complain.

 

 

BLOG
ENDS FOLKS, 4 NOW, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0231–SYMBOLISM IS KING, NOT NOLLIONS OF NEW SHOES PEEPS

SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0231

SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY

BLOG
SUBTITLE 4:

“SKY-FLY-REFLECTIONAL
MORNING HAIR SEASONAL SIEGE”

 

BEGINNING
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Work
is hell. Weather is hell. Life is hell. Death siege is off the scales
hell, things are mighty mother fucking bad-ass bad for mother fucking
me, me’ peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Since
“THEY” don’t want to mother fucking back this shit hell nightmare
off against me, and until MAGNESONIC KICKS IN WITH A MAJOR FUCKING
COUNTERSTRIKE, YO, I am forced to use the retaliation of the tell or
the Red-HIGH Roulette Code Attack.

 

All
day, and worse in the ‘AM’, DONNALIGHTIMETRAVELERS, was major aerial
siege, with huge monster fucking AM chemtrail action just west of my
area. So Jason Forest of WFMU and Aquarius dirt bag fun makers, will
things really be so ALL RIGHT IN THE AM, or is Miss Wescott gonna’
come and rescue poor Salvador Ventura from his daddy’s teasing, over
in mother fucking Princeton, New Jersey, back in cunt lapping
1966?????? Sal, I know that you were sent back to 1966 to show me the
magic shit that you do with your fingers, without my learning about
this, I would not have been as readily able to communicate with the
lightning goddess Diana Arteemis, dog!!!!!    Hence, your peeps had
to know about 1983 back in 1966, something that the STAYERS can only
dream about.

 

So
I will be known in the beginning of the thirties as the dude who
cracked Reflectional Time, huh Sherri-Lee Pote Saturn? Wow, I am so
impressed with myself, Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!! Maybe my
reflectional HAIR has time traveling significance to the 1980
copyrighted song in my name called, “THE MORNING LIGHT? I mean my
mom knew I had a ten year old kid, and kept her rotten fucking mouth
shut, as did Mizz Yellow-sheets. Ziggy and the Reflections, how about
Ronnie and the Jovi’s, the gods cut me a break. A child can see it
without Trump or any other of his kissed fucking ass mirrors,
HAIR-AM. Tell me this is all a bunch of shit peeps, do it in good
conscience now, some would say, GOD is watching, and others know,
RULING THE EMPIRE, as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
102 stories and 102 name-number count, gee. Then there are the magic
lyrics of Donna, huh Jason, and it is not on any HAIR album I have
ever heard, except 4 yours.

 

I
MET A BOY CALLED FRANK MILLS ON SEPTEMBER TWELVE, RIGHT HERE, IN
FRONT OF THE WAVERLY, BUT UNFORTUNATELY, I LOST HIS ADDRESS. HE WAS
LAST SEEN WITH HIS FRIEND, A DRUMMER HE RESEMBLES, GEORGE HARRISON OF
THE BEATLES, BUT HE WEARS HIS HAIR TIED IN A SMALL BOW AT THE BACK. I
LOVE HIM, BUT IT EMBARRASES ME, TO WALK DOWN THE STRREETS WITH HIM.
HE LIVES IN BROOKLYN SOMEWHERE, AND WEARS THIS WHITRE CRASH HELMET.
HE HAS GOLDEN CHAINS ON HIS LEATHER JACKET, AND ON THE BACK, IS
WRITTEN THE NAMES, MARY, AND MOM, AND HELLS ANGELS. I WOULD GREATLY
APPRECIATE IT IF YOU SEE HIM, TELL HIM, I’M IN THE PARK WITH MY
GIRLFRIEND, AND PLEASE, TELL HIM ANGELA AND I DON’T WANT THE TWIN
TOWERS BACK, JUST HIM.

 

On
the Astral Plane, TWO DOLLARS means TWIN TOWERS. Gee, Al-kate-a, what
will you fucking prick bitch eating bastards think up next to totally
fuck my cock sucking life up at the speed of fucking light cubed,
BRAHHHHHHH??????????????????????? Queen Kate, gimme a break
MOVERS!!!!!!!!       THIS BLOG ENDS.

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0230-PROVING THE EXISTENCE OF MOVERS

SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0230

DATFILE:
092011.035

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2006-2011, THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

 

BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:

 

Dave
Roth died at the hands of vicious enemies, way too soon. He would be
very proud of my mind bending progress, we were in fact, the two
amateur scientists, quoting him verbatim.

 

I
have absolutely proven that not only is the reality true regarding
the STAYERS and the MOVERS, but that they both have connections into
this carbon based life or translated simpler, human beings, in a
balanced scale of both negative and positive charged interactions
with all of us, on a continual non-ending basis.

 

I
had no idea in the world that I would have both my television broken
today, as well as my headphone set, just minutes after posting my
blog of SJ-CH-0228. Still, when I ran the placebo experiment of a
fake report to the future of the World Laboratories, a meaningless
jumbled bunch of dribble, with overtones of sufficient pieces of
reality, so as to cause concern and question amongst the powerful
few; but notice how I asked for the positively charged or
‘good-movers’ to help me with a particular situation? Well, a couple
of weeks back, I came home to a voice-mail message from a coworker
who told me that he had something for me. I thought it was some
entirely different thing, and if I knew what it really was, would
have told him I do not need it and thank him anyway for the offer,
but simply to trash the item. He described it, old as he is, as
something it is not, still it turned out to be exactly what I needed
to defend the attack on me yesterday. It was a television set, the
precise model that I have, only newer and in much better condition,
and also a pair of wonderful headphones, that I have just been
storing in a closet space along with the spare TV set, for about 25
days now give or take. I only realized that the experiment was a huge
proof and success, about the MOVERS; and the  possibility of
communicating with the good ones, just an hour ago when I went to go
to bed, and then it hit me, and so I jumped out of bed, to blog this
information. Go ahead, reread the blog of the fake-report to WORLD
LABS, it is blog Safe Journal, Chapter number 0227. Dave, Richie Ryan
from the HIGHLANDER could not ever say it better than he did, and it
was really meant for you up here in twenty-Marola-eleven, ol’ pal.
Dave, “You’re missing one hell of a party”. Oh well, you didn’t
hear it from me. My father left me a great sheet of paper that is
well hidden, showing where more treasure is still buried around my
area, than all the pirates of the olden days put together could dream
of. But the real treasure that he left me became triple valued on
this great 20^th ‘September day of 2011, because, combining
this deal with these most recent four blog chapters, 0227, 0228,
0229, and 0230; with his telling me detailed information about STAR
TREK movies and space dock platforms where it showed the ships being
built, the Enterprise and the entire Star Fleet, I no longer doubt
Einstein, or my father and his mixing up the early shows with future
movies since his strange mysterious encounter with the Battleship
Eldridge during the great World War Two, at the Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania Naval Shipyard, where he was stationed, during the time
that he met and courted my mother who was an employee of the then
very famous Lavino Shipping Company, now merged and is the all
inclusive British firm known Sir Prince, as INCHCAPE.

 

If
anything happens to me and I am found dead, I HAVE BEEN MURDERED BY
POISON CHEMTRAILS IN THE SKY. GO TO U-TUBE EVERYBODY, IT IS TALKED
ABOUT ALL OVER THE DFAMN THING, and I do not think even the great
Lady Gaga has as much total view time up here as does the total
videos on this topic, a topic I thought once, that only I suffered
through, and began at the tail end of 1987, I said 1988, this was a
typo folks, it was the December month in 1987 when this filthy dirty
twisted shit all began for me, shortly after the nightmare of what
else, AUGUST 15, 1986.

 

As
for my dad and his double treasure, it seems my wonderful kid is now
a part of both of these deals, as I have willed her these charts in
case she wants them. No one else in my entire family would I leave a
toadstool to.

 

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TRANSMISSION:

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0229

SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0229

SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY

 

START
BLOG:

 

For
six or more years, my blogs have told the true nightmare story of my
persecution, one that I will swear to under oath anywhere and at any
fucking time, in any legal proceeding. This is not the time to go on
ranting about the past, even though the past is the future, and
depending on who we all really are, this will show up in varying
degrees and in various ways. When I talk about wealthy enemy peeps
against me, it is not the actual peeps, but a powerful force behind
the exact reason that all of the reality around us is all here, and
includes humankind’s most asked questions throughout all of the known
ages, why this, why that, where did we come from, why is it all here,
the problem is not that you don’t have these answers or that I do in
fact have them, it is a greater problem than any words can ever
fucking hope to get across, ever.

 

THERE
IS A PATTERN IN MY PERSECUTION, AND IT IS CALLED WALL STREET, IN NEW
YORK CITY. I do not care if you believe this or not, I have nothing
to gain by telling all of this, and never have, except for maybe the
‘pleasure’ of losing any chance for any social life, normalcy,
acceptance with those around me, be it coworkers, family peeps, what
have you, and the extreme ‘fun’ of wasting my entire life, trying to
seek help and follow the advice of the great Christopher Bennett and
Edward Lynch, and blog.

 

As
soon as the stock market reaches a point during any and all bullish
moves, where signs of slowing or weakening begin to occur, this enemy
force, in order to spin it back around, harasses me. This on the face
of it, especially with me being a total nobody in the eyes of the
world, seems ludicrous and absurd and ridiculous and so forth. The
problem is that all though I am not a wealthy or celebrated figure, I
am connected into a lineage that goes beyond incredible, and I have
not been all that shy about publicly talking about it, it is the line
that since the name ?STUART broke off, has and still exists in the
USA and most likely in other places, as HUNTINGTON. Even all of
modern Hollywood, knows it is all true, and perhaps some of these
bastard mother fuckers know a lot more than even I do about it.

 

All
of this is indirectly why the Dow Jones lost some ground today, and
why all of last week, it kicked mother fucking ass, running with
Lenny’s bull, and Dick’s wolves. These peeps know all about me, they
always have. They have broken my air conditioning system over the
weekend, and today, they fucking busted my headphones and television,
so the rest of the week, the market can turn right around and fly up
to the stars, and believe me folks when I say it will be 12 thousand
points before October, and 15 thousand before the end of the year,
and 25 thousand by next mother fucking summer, “I WILL GUARANTEE
IT”, GEORGE FUCKING FOREMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

MOVERS
use this instrument, the stock market that is, as their vehicle, as
thy must be financed while they move all around and play their stupid
little fucking MI-GAMES, right © OFFICE??????????????????? STAYERS
make up the majority, more than 90% of human population, and yet the
powerful truth is that some of the MOVERS are aware of their true
reality, and others sleepwalk through that part of it, and words
cannot express it, but if you want just a small little smidgen taste
of what I am discussing, it can be arranged for under five bucks, and
do not send me a penny, I do not want anything from anyone, I am
talking about the red-box outside of your local K and Wal Mart
Stores. Just rent these following movies, and then tell me I am just
the insane ranting blogger, just do it, I MOTHER FUCKING DARE ANY OF
YOU LOSERS ABND DISBELIEVERS. I triple dog dare you to prove me so
wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ready to get your minds fucking
blown folks?

 

WHY
WE FIGHT: http://www.sonyclassics.com/whywefight/

 

After
you watch this online for free or rent it or whatever, the following
MICHAEL MOORE listings are a total must, I MEAN A TOTAL FUCKING ASS
MUST, MY PEEPS,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.michaelmoore.com/books-films/facts/

 

1. SICKO
2. FAHRENHEIT
   9/11
3. ON
   THE MONEY: CAPITALISM: A LOVE STORY
4. BOWLING
   FOR COLUMBINE
   

SOMEBODY
WANTS WAR BIG TIME WITH ME, AND THEY ARE GIONNA’ MOTHER FUCKING GET
IT. DAMAGE AND DESTROY MY PROPERTY WILL YOU, YEAH BIG O, TELL MY
DAUGHTER SHE IS WRONG ABOUT WHOM SHE THINKS DAMAGES PROPERTY, AND
THEN GO TO THE ATLANTIC COUNTY NEW JERSEY PROSECUTOR AND DEMAND
DADDY’S WEBSITE ON ED LYNCH’S HARD DRIVE, TO PROVE THE MCGUIRE HELL.

 

MAGNESONIC,
ALL SPECIAL ORDERS, ALL GENERAL ORDERS. YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU
HAVE TO DO, SO DO IT, WILDFIRES, DROUGHTS, FLOODS, HURRICANES,
EARTHQUAKES, VOLCANOE3S, JUIST KEEP IT GOING ON AN I-2-D, A/B TONE,
PHASING PUNITATION SEQUENCING SYSTEM, AND
S—T—O—P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

You
think you are so cool don’t you FRANK CALLIO, MAYOR LEVY, ROBERT
MCGUIRE, PAULA KING, and my wonderful wealthy cousins from both
snootville and other areas? Well, illusions and parlor tricks are on
a roll, running quite rampant recently may I also add here. Believing
the world is flat won’t flatten it, and only keeps you from exploring
the horizons. If this fucking assault does not break off, far worse
shit than summer time-11 is gonna’ strike, what is it Angela and
Donna, what do you have against my two buildings that I had named as
a young boy? Do you all really want all of what I know to come out,
in living technicolor detail, as I am perfectly capable of printing
it and posting it.

 

WHERE
R-U BOB SCHOOL-CHUM, MCDOWELL, FCC, YO??????????????

 

END
OF BLOG, POSTED AS PER WEBSITE TIME STAMP.

SAFE JOURNAL, CH. 0228

SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0228

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Aerial
assault has picked up since the end of last week, and has been quite
bad today, yet tame next to what it is slowly building into. Once I
upload passport photos and job-site-photo to major interested
parties, Hawking himself will be involved in this total monstrous and
horrendous mother fucking hell that is being perpetrated upon me and
has been all my life, tripling however since the magic date that so
many out here do know, and I know THAT you know, 08/15/1986.  

 

Major
hacking is also ongoing, Mister McDowell, FCC, old friend, unlike
certain throat clearing congressmen who I know so well, OR DID,
Salvador Ven!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This great man or boy
at the time in 1966, was sent back in time so that I would be able to
communicate with you rm, DIANA, my endless love. They are doing a
bang up job on you and your friends over at BJ’s Stu, DI. Happy
special Ann today Queen of not needing things and history marked
tapes, 1983-2011, 28 years, where is it going, it is now longer than
the original 19, sweetie-pie. I need you around me in your 27 form,
PLEASE BL.

 

The
computer was set back again to 36^th Avenue and my daughter
loves her games, oh well, it makes me feel quite special, tell her
I’ll always love her, you hairless mother fucking creep who starte3d
all this trouble. Your ability to cause pain and suffering can only
be trumped by your mirror kissing fucking arrogance, college boy, and
I used to say you were honest, you and the 200K lie, and now you say
you did not do these things so that my kid would suffer, you turd
mother sleaze you!!!!!!!!!!

 

Who
are you to tell me about the GAWNUM? I have every possible thing
worked out, get off my back you son of a sea snake. I used to believe
you were a basically honest man despite you being a total jerk off,
wow did you prove me out to be a fucking liar.

 

LSS,
Maggie will get all of you, know that if you ever knew shit, jit bag
cubed. You and DJDS better leave me and my family alone, fool.

 

Think
this is all funny down here in this county, come on down and start
trouble here, they don’t give a fuck who you are down here, punk.
Your shit at my job impresses me from here to dogshit at light speed
quint-cubed, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw-U.

 

End
Transmission for now, powerful shit coming later on, BRO!!!!!