SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 102

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 102

KING NEBNOOSHOO

2ND COUSIN TO BABYLONIAN KING

HEINZ GOTTWALD OF 175

PENINSULA DRIVE BEFORE HE WOKE UP IN ’84

WORLD LABS SBT-DATFILE: CH-102-032011.601-LENNY-CB

BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “SYMBOLISM AT WORK MAJOR”

“THE {{{((MILLIONTH-COUNCIL))}}} AND ME”

“THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION”

AUGUST 2297, interconnected through “STM”

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Let me put on the record, whether anybody likes it or fucking not, and whether anyone is viewing it or not, the following true accurate fucking information. The truth to the statement, to the very best of my good intentions and knowledge of its accuracy and reality, is now publicly sworn under a voluntary oath before the nation of whom I am a legal born citizen of, the United States of America, and my eternal lovely beyond ability to every express, GODDESS SSJJK.

There is a cult called the Lambrigg Society, and its source is on the Astral Plane. “GOOGLE” up the FASCITAR, and a method is given there by me, MOUNTAINPEN, for anybody on this puny planet to disprove me, only they either dare not or cannot, actually both of these appear to be the multiple choice correct answer here, A-B-C, ‘C being both A and B’, so C is the one that will pass the test here people. ‘Let’s work the problem’ here now Gene Kranz of NASA-13, sir, deal? Let me tell you that the entire weekend has been filed with very loud enemy rapper friends of MCKANNION the NINNY CLUB OPRESIDENT, right under the Chief Executive Officer, MISTER Alan J. Wolf from 1966, founder of the ‘Ninny Club’ in Princeton, NJUSAESMWG at the famous institution of those days and now closed down and defunct I’ve been so informed, known in those times as the NJNPI. Don’t let Bobby Wirtz give you any cardboard ears Allen, and I won’;t let his cousin lead me on any more fake wild goose chases over to Carlisle, Pennsylvania, where supposedly, DONNA SUMMER, all the answers to all of my nightmare life’s problems, lay in wait for MI discovery, back in June of 1996, only ending me up instead and quite logically seeing this all now in clear Johnny Nash hindsight, with that punk-ass LRK, or “Lenny-Rebirth-Kid’ taking a hammer to my hub cap on my Satan Saturn automobile. Yes Sir folks, ‘Motor City’ has some wild initials, and yes, lots of very outlandish stories, such as transdimensional trunk devices, strobe memory erase light gadgets, legal stalkers of the BLACKFILE SYSTEM, ‘Lightning’, and who it is in a human form, and her old friend Oprah from Brewster Purplelights knows this, as well as all about a nasty horrendous staircase in North Suffolk County, New York that is so far from funny that the distance literally could be measured in hypersphere cycles, and I could go on Serena Magic Lantern Access Nation Sutherland of L&O, YO!!!!!!!The computer now has been given close to 5,000 errors, hundreds of viruses and registry fuck ups, and is ready for the trash heap. Ever since I moved out ODF the apartment in Oaklyn, New Jersey where Sarah Krassle ‘magically’ removed my Motor-Cycle Chain, first in what mortals would see as a powerful and vivid dream, and then it REALLTY was gone, and then was followed by that wild incredible asterisk trinitrail chemtrail that dissipated all over Eastern Camden County the following morning for all the citizenry and see and marvel out, the one that appeared ahead of its time by just about how many years peeps, middle 12^th month of 1987, minus middle 12^th month of 1969, well do the math, I get how many years BOO, DUH and ‘COLOR ME MI or MINE’, but yes, I get that number 18 again, when I do the math YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If my pal ‘SKYWITNESS’ from the great internet U-TUBE could only have recorded that mind bending CHEMTRAIL, wow, would that be totally cool and freaking awesome folks? In any event, you all need to go up and see all the wild stuff on U-T regarding what I started in late 1987 on Gaither Road in New Jersey with one lousy telephone call, with or without fifteen minutes, or dirt bag rip off car insurance companies like Lizard Shit Incorporated!!!!!!!!

I began doing something with the computer this morning and poof, the time again is back on PACIFIC TIME, the 36^th Avenue address is back on the IP system matching the number of this computer. What do you want from me mother fucking MISTERS ‘Will McAfee and Lenny’? You do not own me, and I did not bring anybody over here on a boat, and only my late cousin from Babylon had a boat, I never owned a boat except for a broken down makeshift tub in 1970 at Newton Creek, where people had to ‘do a Japan’ for non-stop-messing with me there. So sorry, but enough is freaking enough, and just like mother freaking Popeye, “I CAN’T STANDGIS NO MORE OLIVE OIL, so it’s spinach time, YO!!!!!!!”So all ready today and both days this weekend, computer attacks and neighborhood shit remains constant. Also Silicon-bugs are invading me, and I am squishing them as fast as they try and leave the reality of the boxes where they belong and enter into my reality and my paid for legal ghetto residence. Sweetie, I pay my rent on time to Raymond Bailey and April Lee Farms, every 3^rd of the month, when my Social Security Disability comes in, Miss Caribbean Duke Patty. You are every bit as lovely as you were back in the show. Twins, symbols, where does it ever stop girl? I have told that wild lovely girl I’m sorry for the night in the city, LD, as well as for the song that I wrote a few days later back in August of 1986. I do not think that she ever will forgive me. What ‘more’ can I do to make my Libyan ‘mark’, Gene Kranz? Why would anybody wanna have a name that sounds like my cursed name in reverse? I post it to almost all of my blogs on the sites where it can be attached and posted for viewings. Somebody sure has seen this silly song, despite my lousy no talent songwriting and rotten singing. I’ll post another apology to my great TEEN-QUEEN again, PAUL BUZZERS!!!!!!!!!!!!

They just will not allow me anything. I cannot trade stocks because they fuck up my computer, and make my partner keep getting Leary. One minute he is on and then he is off, screw him, I will buy out his share and repair this machine at a store with a guarantee, and save and open my own account and get fucking rich as hell, as I can pick an easy 40 points per week out of the S&P Index, and begin trading one contract, and every month go to another one until 3 years later after I begin, I am trading 30-40 contracts and making a million or more bucks a year working like I did in the casinos playing Roulette back in fucking 1986, just 10 hours a week, setting my own schedule, and not worrying about bosses and jerk offs. If I have to camp out and live right across from a field office in Miami or Orlando, of the FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGASTION, I’ll do it. Nobody has any legal right to interfere and destroy my innocent mother fucking life, and yet they have been getting cunt lapping away with this dirty rotten bullshit since I’ve been knee fucking high to a short dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoever is messing with my computer, ‘MAGNESONIC—-MMMMMMMMMMMMMM–OPEN COMMAND, you know what to do under a punishment sequencing system, with all technologies and all general and special orders and commands applied. GO-TO-G-901-AND STOP!!’

Some jerk fucking off in Hollywood knows the total secrets of applying electromagnetic power and recording mediums and other knowledge that is similarly related in various technologies, and made as show in 1985, one of the new TWILIGHT ZOBES, with none other than President Kennedy and some time traveler attempting to avert his nineteen-sixties fate of assassination. He opr she knew and still knows and has passed it down secretly, that if you DREAM a powerful transdimensional event, and then try and change it, MOUNT SAINT HELENS happens. The studio I went to two Thursday’s ago, is where I took the song from MC in another dimension, and am redoing it, and minutes after the music track was completed and I was driving home, POW, JAPAN. Of course, I all ready knew this was all destined to happen, and I can do far more than this my friends, and if this shit does not stop against me damn soon, then time and life on this planet will indeed be over; as in late 1996, the request I made of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, could always be rescinded on my part. Does anyone see yet who really holds the key to when all the shit blows smack dab into the huge ass freaking cosmic fan????????????

Adding one more thing from last nights late blog or really early this morning, it would go something like this, and it is quite interesting to say the freaking least peeps, YO!!!!!!!!: Nine is indeed a secret number as is sixteen, with the All Mighty Scylla, the greatest performer on the entire Astral Plane who never stops singing to me and loving me out in HER great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. She does talk about NUMBER-144, ALL THROUGHOUT THE GREAT BIBLE, influencing and dominating the many various prophets to write down what they heard from HER, via IAD-ETTOS. Now 9 to the 4^th exponent or ‘9X9X9X9’ is equal to the number 6561. But 6561 when divided by the very greatest number of collections and groupings of SSJK, or 144, comes to 6561/144=45.5625. Take out your own calculator peeps. Ignoring the decimal point within these six powerful digits of the answer shown here following the equals sign, would then appear as follows: 45-56-25. If you do not want a powerful MORIANITY-MOUNTAINPEN MIND-BLOW or a (MMMB), then sign out and read the blogs of Aunt Henrietta and her bright blue painted chickens, or whatever, but otherwise, listen to this mind bending shit folks. These 3 groups of double-digits or twin-numbers show three powerful connections and truths that relate to three of my physical world year ages of my adult lifetime as MOUNTAINPEN. I was 45 for just more than 11 months in the year of 2000, the year my mother officially died all though Paula King murdered her in her sleep IMHO on the early 26^th morning of December back in the year of ‘inescapable 1997’. More ‘Lenny McKannon’ there talk in single quotations. 2000 was the year of Misses Marola and her mighty philosophies and prophecies from my wonderful Haddonfield, New Jersey, Alternative Special Education school, when I was in her class back in the year of 1969, and 2000 is the Great Millennium Coming, and matching the initials of the GREAT MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, (GMC). But then it could stand for Gross Mud Climbers and literally thousands of other things, so this is just a little joking I picked up from MI’s pals, Lee and the gang. 2000 is also a game, a very cool game that my youngest daughter in another part of the hyperspace played with me until I was killed by a New Jersey State Trooper and she was sent to the Harborfields Detention Center of Egg Harbor City, where here it exists as a much smaller place without a huge laboratory behind it and annexed to it where only lots ODF woods stand here in this part of atomic reality. That’s lots of woods, not lots of hacked fucking ‘ODF WOODS’, jack offs. GOOGLE up the place along ROUTE-561 in New Jersey, USAESMWG, only you will not find my daughter ‘over there’, as you would have to have a future GOOGLE system from 100 years away or more, to bring real meaning to the two words that I just used, “OVER THERE”. She attempted to kill the officer who shot me, breaking into his home as a young child, and it took 10 large officers to subdue this incredible special child of about 7 or 8 years of age, hay BRO, what can you expect from Paula King and all her incredible daughters, living in and throughout all parts of the virtually limitless hyperspace, YO????? But on now to the number groupings of 45-56-25. Let us attack the middle group now, the 56. I am 56 years old right now, and turned this age back on the last 4^th day of December, in the year of 2010. At age 56, I now am blogging to all of you who want to listen and learn some things that you’ll never see or find out from any other source on the entire internet as nobody else knows what I know as they have not been chosen by two ultimate powerful young GODDESSES the way that I have, Sarah-Stacey, and Diana. Looking hard ast the final third grouping, the number 25 was may age while I lived in the year of (1980), at the Robin Hill Apartment Number (1802), and I was employed at the Recorded Publications Laboratory in Camden, New Jersey, or RPL is their accepted business shortened name for them, still to this day, and this year, 1980 was my only full entire year employed there, as in 1979 I was only there after the 30^th day of July, and in 1981, I left on the night of the 11^th of March after that horrible bull shit experience with that dirt bag low life named Joe Sivo.

There is a lot more to tell but I’ll be good and godsdamned if I’m gonna spend all day and all weekend on this silly ass fucking computer, YO, so BYE-BYE, y’all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 101

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 101

KING NEBNOOSHOO

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295

SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE:

CH-101-032011.0322

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME

BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: SYMBOLISM EXPOSED:

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I have talked about symbolism on many blogs and upon many occasions. A man at a place called ROADWAY TRUCKING, at the Route #309 intersection with County Line Road, in the county where I was born in the state of Pennsylvania, Montgomery, told me that, and I quote, “I should see the movie”, yeah right, I should see the movie. The movie is there because of me, just as storm chasers are there, crazies, newzies, and the entire better part of the entire entertainment industry as it now is thought and known of as, but oh right, I should see the movie, he says. He said this when I began telling him the smallest part of my life. The movie he was telling me about is “MATRIX”. In 1995, I went out in my car and followed a lightning storm after it began leaving my area at the Highview Apartments, in Williamstown, this was before the Weather Channel or anyone else was out there following any kind of storms, and don’t believe any other story because it is a lie. Chemtrails also began with a telephone call from me to the Mount Laurel Police Department early in January in the year of 1988, while I was employed at the American Honda plant on Gaither road for the Guardsmark Security Company. I tend to start things. I tend to know a lot of people who for ‘whatever reason’ have become known and celebrated persons, (celebrities). Congressman Andrews can deny it, Paul, Sally, and Billy can deny it, and anytime I need to prove anything, I can, it is not keeping me awake nights one single little minute folks. My point here is not to brag, please believe that. My point is to tell that anyone I get involved with, falls under a magical situation, and this is for lack of a better wordage on my part, ‘fallout from interacting with me’. So despite this blog coming off braggadocio here, sorry peeps, it is not meant that way, it is necessary to discuss this wild crazy bizarre and unfathomably outlandish phenomenon. Yes, get involved with me, in ANY CAPACITY, and you will have magical fallout. Powerful people on this planet from Trump on down, know this is true; and they can be honest should you ask them, or they are totally free to lie about it to your face, as that’s on them, “BUT” I AM SPEAKING THE TOTAL FREAKING TRUTH HERE, AND SWEAR IT ALL UNDER COUNTRY AND ALL MIGHTY JEHOVAH GODDESS, Sarah-Stacey Krassle, of the Astral Plane!!!

As with MATRIX, the movie, when the dude was seeing a bunch of digits and dots beyond this reality, and saying how it is nearly inconceivable to realize that this is a blond or a redhead or a brunette human female, the powerful real non-movie-truth is that symbolism is real and works because all things in all places not in void or truth, is indeed a collection of COSMIC NUMBERS, Erica. You said it perfectly a while back on the ‘AMC’ Soap Show on television.

I am under a heavy siege right now, lots of neighborhood bullshit, lots of computer bullshit, and what else the fuck is new, Lads, Lassies, and Labrador Retrievers? This is why it is overdue and way past time for me right now to begin taking the topic of symbolism a tad bit further than ever before, MISTER MARTIN, or Martino/McGettigan/McGuire, whatever the case may be with all of the ‘Gilmore Girls’, and what they and the great Hollywood Emit Smoker knew right along for years, decades, and centuries. Maybe some things are MADE IN HEAVEN, other things were simply made in the year of 1988, such as Lee Farms, and ‘Sweetie-Pie Bailey’!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How’mi doin’ Boo? Are you out of the Saint Lucie County Lockup yet old pal? Do you really think I’ll forget that interaction with the bright green grass, the PIPE, the frog, the bank that destroyed me in ‘REAL LIFE’, Twinbay, the mysterious nocturnal Egg Harbor school, the Florida Commerce Bank that time has proven had to be in another part of trans-dimensional hyperspace as over here it is all mixed and merged as TD-Sam Water Company, the near auto crash that sent Dawn-Marie mushroom sprouting Japanese style, Copyright Office Examiners hinting but not wanting to lose their damn Ed GREEN jobs MISTER WOLF, and so very ass much more? How can anybody on this gods green-brown Earth hope to forget all of this fucking super ass bullshit, YO??????? Just please tell me how, YO. Symbolism is sometimes thought of as the language of dreams, but MORIANITY has told the powerful truth that mortal waking people have things all in reverse, thinking this is real life and bed time adventures are mere dreams. Really, the ‘power of illusion’, was known about by those that really know, such as Gene Roddenberry, with his all time super show that began the entire Star Trek television numerous shows and movies, called, THE CAGE, and in the pre-pilot show episode that started ‘STAR TREK’, it was known as “THE MENAGERIE”. These ‘Tallosions’ as they were called, would be thought of as the “KINGS OF MAGIC”, all though their ‘magic’, as all magic, is really originating from a source of knowledge, and power, and super ultra high sophisticated technology. His best demonstration or one of his best, was his NEXT-GEN ST show called ARDRA. She used what I dreamed of doing back in 1969, and called, ‘electronic powers’, creating the invisible technology so as to fool and deceive others into believing in your magic, but really, it all is a parlor trick, all of it, and it always will be, right down to the so-called supernatural powers of Lenny McKinnon, or THE DEVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As far as why I desired this, it is not all that explainable in words, and it was not until the year of 1985 that things began to happen in ways that time sort of caught up with the need for this, as though I all ready unconsciously knew this would all happen, only the magic parlor trick in that is simply that I did know. When Lenny took me back to my freaking high school in his new current persona and AKA identity, DJDS, he stranded me there, PAUL PERDERSEN, and just because I never gave you all of the particulars, did not mean it did not happen that way. Why should I trust you when you finked to Sally Starr about me, and told HERR what I told you in confidence, that I am over eight thousand years mother fucking old, you over grown potato chip with an ‘Irish Pub’ sign on your back, YO? Sheeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!! They fucked with me again, and put fucking PACIFIC TIME ON MY COMOPUTER CLOCK, and the ?San Mateo, California address back on everything. It is someplace on 36^th Avenue, and wow Lenny, you sure are one jealous ass hole. All this shit simply because I did what the family wanted me to do, apologize to a young kid that held one night against me, and one mean song. That is all there is to it, so everything else is in your ugly ass imagination, BRO!!!!!!!!!!! I just reset the bullshit butt wipe. Now on with the blog, and since you want to keep playing the game of ‘cutesiefuckingcute’, then let’s freaking play, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us really examine numbers and symbols and things like the great Avenue out there in Shakeville, or should I say Wave Heights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember that the reason words and digits and all things when properly understood and applied, does seem to fit into the connections and patterns of the so-called real life around us, is simply because the entire thing ‘IS’ just a huge bunch of inter-relating and interacting cosmic numbers. As I said earlier, the dream interaction with the bright green grass and the frog and the pipe, and then my song called “Lets Get Rid of the Little-Letty Yellow Sheet of Paper, AKA, “SHE’S SARAH-STACEY”, © MOUNTAINPEN-2007, and then there was the magic number on signs, worn by the Mayor of Atlantic City, as well as the then President of this great land, GB; #187, huh ‘Len, my Fren’? Donna can really scream it out, huh Copyright Office, YO?We all know it was the song ‘Black Boys’ and HAIR, that she was really screaming in. I just edited the fucking mix. So sorry Donna as it is in my blood, engineering shit, you know; my days back at RPL. Anyone can ‘GOOGLE’ up this mysterious place, AKA, ‘RPL’ and ‘RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORATORY IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY’, USAESMWG. None of this is crazy ranting or the words of insanity, and the entire federal government knows it is all totally true. They are just smart enough to keep their freaking mouth shut ever since Magnesonic was constructed in 1985. Need George Strait, or I, really add anything to this here? But the number of 187-PCN is one thing, and making me be age seventeen over and over forever Lenny Rapper is another thing, but there is a lot freaking more, and since you insist on playing with my computer, let us talk a little while about just what this other bullshit is, YO. Professor Gawky Gaukauk told me about some of his magical numerological stuff in the year of 1980. He is a tenured professor in a condition-interaction and not a real tangible location or place, called the TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, on the Astral Plane, in the Province of Olympia. He showed me the magical 9 digits, and the super three powerful ones, the 4, the 5, and the 9. He told me what the lottery was going to be the following day in what you would all call, a very vivid dreaming experience, and sure enough it came out just the way he said it would, his wife told me that it comes up either ‘straight’ or in a ‘box’, in the state of Pennsylvania, a state very much secretly connected with the most powerful human family on this planet, and I’m ‘so-sorry’ if this fucks with your ego MISTER TRUMP, as it is not YOUR family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back to the numbers, the 1,2,3,6,7, and 8 are the flip side of a powerful coin where the 4-5-9 is on, and this does not need be talked about here on blog SJ-chapter 101, as this is not a lesson on the GAWNUM-101, if I may throw in a lever little pun here, will you permit this Uncle Heinz Gottwalt of Babylon, oh great King Neb??????? See how the connections are fitting together, newbie viewers to ‘MORIANITY’, YO???????

Let me go here first. The ‘number-9’ is powerful, as this number is based on the creation of a system that matches up the cosmic numbers of reality and so-called human existence or life. ‘Nine’ squared is 81. Cubed, it is 729. The 4^th exponent of nine is the great 6,561. This accounts for my kidnapping and abduction not just with Billy Harner at the Water Company MISTER NON-PAUL MCGETTIGAN SIR, of Atlantic City, but at the great home or one of his many homes in the area of HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG, where I stayed with the great KING FAMILY in 2008, until moving to the FBI-AGENT owned other home with them at 841 13^th Street, not Apollo-Lucifer-13, all though all four names are in the movie and I do not think that this got past MI, my first and last names, and Lenny’s new AKA one’s as well, study the movie carefully, all 4 names are there, and one of the four where it is very apropos, is about baseball, and is showing and discussing baseball, and then there was my wonderful road-trip with the ‘great dude of Mister Ed and Patty Duke’ to the future and the World Series Parade of the 2008 Phillies Championship, and talking more about this will only turn Harry Callas over in his ‘2^nd grave’, as it is all on the blog. It is all there, nothing I ever say is bullshit, and nothing is here without an already previously established foundation, YO!!!!!!!!! When I say this mother fucker took me through time in my ‘sleep’, it is not ranting or delusion or some wild made up freaking ass fiction, YO. The address on the first house was 65 Middle Road, and the stock market while I lived there went down to the near time record low of right about the number in points of nine to the power of four, the middle sixty-five’s, hundreds that is, the DJIA. The FBI-AGENT that owns the home where I spent the latter part of my kidnapping ‘STOCKHOLM SYNDROME’ experience, with this lovely fucking miserable ass family, lives in Texas, or did as of the time I was back there in GARDEN-GREEN-New Jersey, and his name is ‘Steve Caruso, so the FBI knows if they’re reading this, that all my words are totally freaking ass true and real and correct. Just because nobody has the balls to take on the great Kennedy’s, and their fantastic offshoot system, that is their problem, huh Atlantic City Alchemist who poof vanishes before my very teenaged eyes back in the middle nineteen seventies. The locally famous JUDGE FRANK RASO owned the first home I was at with them over on Middle Road next to the Wal-Mart store of Hammonton, right lovely 90210 Shannon Doherty Car-Kicker McGuire?????????? 9-81-729-6561. At quick glance this looks quite benign, so read on folks. “NINE” of Jehovah’s very favorite numbers out in HER GREAT CITY of ‘SAHASRA DAL KANWAL’, are 7, 12, 17, 23, 40, 70, 144, 1000, and 144000. Sarah-Stacey has powerful reasons why this is so, and I am not about to get the living shit kicked out of me when I go to bed in an hour, so let me not go on with that. Things have been quiet since the 29^th day of January, let me ‘not press my luck’, huh Tracy Richards? No human is ‘aware’, in the entire hyperspace while awake and conscious, except for one special dog, me, ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES; that SHE exists as a sixteen year old girl, and it is always HER birthday. If this had not been previously blogged, I would not reiterate it, but since the damage has been done all ready, I will simply just live with it? All the incredible bullshit was right there staring me in the face ever since the middle nineteen nineties, and I was too close to the forest to see the trees, let alone remember a damn thing, until it was too late, and so you will of course laugh on Lenny. I was a butt wipe, and deserve your laughter buddy. I never was a lightning fast person, my type of mind is analytical and creative, but it takes me longer than the average to catch onto existing basics, but then when I do, WATCH OUT WORLD!!!!!! This is simply the mother fucking way I happen to be hardwired, to quote society, YO!!!!!!! Now, on with our GAWNUM 101 lesson here on 101, BRO. Sixteen is not talked about all that much by SSJK, as some things are very secret just between the the great SCYLLA GODDESS and HER ‘special doggie’, YANCY. I know, and that is sufficient, as egotistical and megalomaniac as it may appear to sound. So-sahwee peeps. But forgetting levels and sound effects and copyrighted projects for a second, maybe, ‘let’s move on’ with this, “DOC”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you still in jail with BOO, Eddie? OK, we have the great 144 number, and yes, nine is also kept quite secret, Biblically speaking. 16 times 9 is indeed 144. 16 minus 9 is “SEVEN”. 16 plus 9 is 25, and my age while working at the RPL Sound Recording Studios in 1980, and recording the four demo tunes, The Morning Light, Lost Love, Long river blues, and Love So High. Nine when looked at in quite another way is also quite another fascination to say the freaking least lads and lassies. Multiplying our nine by 2 brings us to 18. We have the ‘Sorian-18 Guardhouse’ and the SORA test of New Jersey for Security Officers, and the ‘ratio and ration’ question is number eighteen, the number 18 appears in 1802 Robin hill in the year of 1980 and removing the 90 out of that leaves the 18 when I was 25 and working at RPL, we have cousin Sandy and Aunt Geraldine Snow; at the Narberth, Pennsylvania address, on Greentree Lane, 1208, so here we remove the 20 and are left with the 18. My ‘7^th’ grand dad was the ’18^th’ Governor of Connecticut, Mister Samuel Huntington, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence, and then the endless age of Diana, the Lightning Goddess of the Earth, is eighteen. She is a beautiful moon tonight peeps, you need to go outside and peer at this great queen. Now if we multiply the nine by a 3, we get the number of electricity, the great 27. This was an important day for my lovely ‘MI’ in March of 1970, in case I forget to wish you a happy birthday next week, let me do that here in this blog, MC. I still wish SHE had not fallen off of the Steel Pier in 1969. But then Billy was the mast man on the pier, and tells quite a tale, and I do believe him wholeheartedly, go to www.billyharner.com/. Then we multiply 9 by 4 and we get the great ’36’, so how do we ever lose here, YO. Maybe the question begs the imagination to go, how can I win???????? Who really knows or can know, breath echos and all, © Office, YO? 18 and 36 are apart by two, looking at it either way, one would be by 2/1 and the other would be by 1/2, and the number 2 is left, the great number of the binary code that humanity is now living and totally coexisting with in 2011. Still, the number 36 or 9X4, has an incredible 81:1 ration/ratio chance, SORA-18, of being the root number for both “SARAH KRASSLE”, and the title of a song I wrote in 1986 called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. The Private Cosmicoded Number or (PCN) to both these combinations of letters and their symbol is PCN-363. Also the 16 secret number and secret endless age of JEHOVAH is the number of the binary hexadecimal. This is what literally creates the binary system, ask any computer geek if you think any of this is made freaking up folks. Also EIGHTEEN has the PCN-817, and is 100% compatible with me, as my PCN is 871.Thirty-Six is PCN-981. This is 100% compatible with MC and HER PCN-231. Symbols are indeed fascinating are they not Mister Nemoy Vulcan? Then another powerful dream-interaction in 1996 struck me late in the year in the Somerdale, New Jersey DEATH HOUSE as I have come to call it since this is where the great ‘Paula King’ IMHO murdered my mother in her sleep, and she survived in a zombie type of form for 27 months, dying on the 4^th day of March in the great ‘Junior’ Game year of ‘2000’. Diana told me recently that she made me forget her face, but when SSJK came to me as a girl in her middle-late twenties at the time, she told me that she was going to destroy the entire world, and I asked her to spare humankind. This is when she told me and I will quote all though to this day the sentence eludes me a bit the way she put it in past tents, “Because you loved Diana, I’ll spare the world for a little while”. We were in a beautiful location where a fence was standing between the two of us and was about 3 feet high, or 36 inches. Nothing is going to escape the symbolism with me, not Apollo-Lucifer 13 Missions, times that coincide with the mission, the four names, and all these wild mathematical and very unexplainable and “coincidental equations”. FUCK THAT SHIT HENRY FONDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me crash into a hopefully quiet sleep. If Sarah-Stacey is mad from what I’ve told on this blog tonight, I’ll get an ass-kicking.

BYE-BYE evweebuddy, and you two silwee wabbit, whaaaaaa.

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SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 100

 

KING NEBNOOSHOO

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 100

WORLD LABS OF 2297

SBT-DATFILE: CH-100-031811.798.55

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME

BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “TOLD YOU GINA, AGAIN”:

COPYRIGHT © MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN

“2006-2011—THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION, YO:

I told you, GINA, and everyone not-GINA-else, that the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET SYSTEM WOULD GO BACK ON ITS POWERFUL MOMENTUM OF STY HIGH JUMP UPS, WAS I RIGHT PEEPS, YO?????????? DUD!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, the COMCAST CABLE attack struck me early yesterday morning as per my blogs, and then today, ‘THE CAR ATTACK’, struck again. THIS IS THE SAME ATTACK THAT I CALLED, THE “HERMAN’S-DELI ATTACK”, back in the late nineteen-eighties. The idiot light on the dash board showing one stuck directional signal, pointing either one way or the other way. I know I need mother fucking brake work done, and who has any money for anything in this wretched billionaire totally fucking controlled economy of crooks and cheats, so forget it, as my brakes will just wear and get worse. Does anyone really think that anybody gives two mother fucking shits, sheeeeeeeit???????????? On top of this, the ghetto trash in this hood are hammering me today and tonight with their stinking monstrous thumping rap crap sub-woofer attacks, YO. On super ass top of that, it is hot and humid down here in miserable Fort
Pierce, Florida, and is 82 freaking degrees in my nice beautiful ghetto home, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My life, is a fucking ticking time bomb, and I am not stupid. I totally fucking know this. I know that Lenny and McAfee and others, such as most definitely, MISTER Donald J. ‘Twoscaredofateenagedgirltolandahelicopteronhisownroof’ and many others, will tirelessly and relentfreakinglessly continue to pound and pummel this pathetic little Bancrofter into the ground at light speed cubed, until one day, it finally sticks, and the grave closes behind me, huh Angelique DuBwaaaa????????????

LSS (Long Story Short) peeps, YO, I could go on ranting and bore my Blogaudians and my Morians to total tears, but I won’t. I choose to keep the UmWell Club of Onyx and the gang happy today, screw y’all. But tell me this, butt wipes. Do my predictions come to pass, time after time after time, or is this ranting and bullshit, be honest you silly ass DITM’s!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you when I need you Bob McDowell. Daniel Mackey said someday you’d grow up and become a man. You sure did, and went wayu beyond HIS expectations, but I always believed in you pal, and just want you to know this. Also, my hopefully future friend, known on the net and the U-TUBER, as “:SKYWEITNESS” has some wonderful videos, you need to watch them. None of this is baloney old pal. Maybe our pal Bruce Pennock was a Monopoly Cheater, and IMPERFECT, but the DITM thing was taking it too far, am I correct good friend. The last time I saw him over at Two, Beaver Drive, was in 1978, but this story old buddy cannot be told publicly to the world, yet. I must test other waters to see if I am safe to open up this powerhouse can of nuke-glow-worms, YO, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy trails to everybody, glad you are working at the Salvation Army, Sat, old pal, but all though I did have a total freaking BOOB on each side of me in that fucking awful Mullica
Township, NJUSAESMWG Trailer Park early this miserable century and millennium, I am not a woman, and do not appreciate DJDS rumors, ‘DONNIE’, I cut my mother fucking hair short, what else do you and Julie W. want from me, YO; my damn SOUL? Lenny told me on the phone ‘he already owned me’, or my ‘S’. Put that into any biblical translation you want, world, galaxy, and all hyperspace dream-downers, (AHDD)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You do not own me LM, your wife does and always has, and does out in infinity, put that into your freaking underwear drawer where you ‘sometimes hide that thing I won’t mention here’, BRO!~~~~~!!

Yeah, ticking time bomb is a great code word peeps, but this is 100 and the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS have a powerful number and many know it, I know that ‘MI’ knows it as she experienced it on an extremely personal level. 20X100, and we can play our favorite game, Paula Junior. You know daddy loves you, girl, and so does fatso O!!!!!!!!!! That got the pounding rappers going outside, every keystroke, HUH NORA TRIPPILL?

People like Sat, you are so worthless and nonredeemable, even the All Mighty SSJK is beyond your reach, or is she, MISTER BALTIMORE BUSDRIVER???????????? Shuttle-crafts, lotteries, natural disasters, World Series, Medical Buildings, Road-Trips in the dead of night with the New-Lenny, where Am I when you need me, James P????????????????????????? The crying lifeguard will sign off for right now and remind my ‘non-cream-puff giant GINA’, that I have plenty more powerful ass secrets, so be braced, my fellow Lawtron-Counterparts, maybe we are better off having this shit ass experience, maybe not, either way we REALLY are in void, and that never changes, so we all can just DREAM-ON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANNY, SILLWEE OL’ GWANNY, WHAAAAAAAAA! MAYBE YOUR FRIENDS ARE INDEED RIGHT, MI, SO KEEP LAUGHING, still, the stairs, you are much stronger than I could ever be to laugh at that. I could not laugh at that in a million years, all though the rest of the Milituforce Otammite’s rantings were funny, I’ll admit that. BYE-BYE.

So for a second time peeps, END TRANSMISSION:

CHAPTER 099—SAFE JOURNAL OF K.N.

 

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO

AKA MOUNTAINPEN

AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON,

NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG, FROM,

WORLD LABS, IN SEPTEMBER 2295

SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATE AND TIME FILE:

CH-099-031711.737.555555555555555555

BLOG BOOK CHAPTER NUMBER 099

THE “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL” AND ME

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

SUBTITLE #3: “OF COURSE THE DOW JONES FLEW”

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 098

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 098

KINGNEBNOOSHOO

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME

WORLD LABORATORIES

SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATFILE: CH-098-031711.639

BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “WICKED FUCKING DAY”

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

It is amazing how I just totally mother fucking know that the second my consciousness returns from the sleep-world, things are major ass bad all around me, and that it is totally fucking inescapable.

COMCAST CABLE, as all large corporations are, and this was told to me by a man at the CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTORS OFFICE EARLY IN THE NINETEEN-NINETIES, was waiting to fuck with me at the opening boot up of my day. Days like this run boot-up through the red-X of Louise Hendershodt, do they not, time traveling bureaus of the BLACK FILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back burner, sheeeeeit. The biggest irony in all of this mother humping dog diarrhea is that I totally know that I left the world that I knew and understood, on one particular day, and one powerful person on this planet knows this only too well, and maybe a few others as well; but the greatest female all time so far recording artist of the world HAS TO KNOW what ‘REALL/EY happened. All I can say if I was under oath in court right this minute if asked about my total knowledge in all of this, is this: “MI life can be placed in two parts. Everything that was real to me before the 15^th of August in 1986, and then everything afterward”. I would not dare utter anything other than this if legally subject to a perjury charge, ‘but’ this is what indeed I could, and WOULD say, world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LSS, the message light was back on after getting switched off for a few days. I removed the black tape a few days ago after checking it, now and from this point on, it just stays on there until I return the cable box, whenever that may be. Then I no sooner did that, when I barely made it to the fucking toilet, AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I get to work, and things were very mother fucking cunt lapping hellish, it was nightmarish, everything went wrong, and I was treated like total shit. I will spare the fucking world the details, as it only makes things fucking worse by adding some type of ‘Erica Kane Cosmic’ fuel to the freaking fire, YO!!!!!!!!

The last few nights were filled with what mortal worlders would call, “NIGHTMARES”. Things are very bad, the sky quieted down, but “THEY” have a lot more than the sky as a weapon, I learned this as the 80’s gave way to the mother-fucking 90’s. Believe me peeps, I freaking ass learned this well, YO.

GIANT PUSSIES were all over, I never EVWER EVER-NEVER saw this huge and humongous of an attack of giant pussies. I did not say tall, I said giants. People-sieges are used with every bit the same power and vigor by my ‘MILLIONTH-COUNCIL’ scum bag enemies, as any sky-persecution ever is.

The real LSS, deal, is this: I know that the world that I left behind is existing somewhere, and is real, and has gone on without me. “THEY” totally know it too. So what reall/ey is the great god Roddenberry telling me the last few nights on his mighty show that would have been just another western, only when the hyperspace equation is factored in, was not??????????

END TRANSMISSION, 4-NOW-PAL, POW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KING NEB’s SAFE JOURNAL, CH. 097

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 097

{{{((THIS IS MOTHER FUCKING WORSE THAN THE 80’S))}}}

TUESDAY MORNING, MARCH 15TH, 2011

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

The CHEMTRAILS are very bad, yesterday was wicked, today it still persists, noisy sky persecution is also out there, and just shy of the opening fucking bell on evil ass Wall Street, a super loud and low chopper went crash level zenith right over the Harvest job site where I was working, and their website address is www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/.

The computer clock is back again on PACIFIC TIME, 3 hours earlier than the time should read, IN TOTAL VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL AND HUMAN MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS. These criminally licensed anti-virus software companies are permitted to attack my life if I do not pay their extortion racket fees ‘OF ABOUT 300 DOLLARS PER YEAR’, and do you think the fucking FBI could care, they all are in on it for gods sake, with kickbacks, hush fucking monies, and dirty filthy Washington, {{{(((13)))}}} politics, beginning with this shocking and well kept secret legal age of sexual consent in our marvelous capitol city. If they were not in on it, the FEDS would have contacted me by now to help me, DUH, case closed, ARCHIBALD BUNKERQUEENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some back burner, huh Lenny McKinnon 7reincarnation7.

These evil fucking bastard dirt ball cunt lapping filth bag shit eaters, woke me up early, before my alarm clock struck, and hit me hard with a horrific diarrhea attack, that sent me home from work after only one fucking hour there, and feeling horrible and shitting myself the entire time until I finally caved into the attack and lost 4 hours of my meager little pay, this makes these diseased cock suckers feel LIKE REAL BIG ASS HYPER TIME FUCKING HEROS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, let’s pick on a little fucking pathetic helpless defenseless Bancrofter, you miserable stinking maggot swallowing fart sniffing jerk offs. Some fucking heroes, you MILITUFORCE SUB-SCUM TWAT LICKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you were in the ring one on one with fighter boxer Mike Tyson back in his prime, then I would have some fucking respect for your diseased mother fucking dirty smelly asses, but all you’ll ever have from me dirt bag muff divers, is pure unadulterated hatred, and an opinion of you so low, that whale shit would need many Hubble telescopes just to look up high enough to see and locate you shit heads, and your mothers. Dirt and pure filth did not get this way by itself, it had to be fucking raised, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Multiply my opinions of your moms by the above times minus a trillion, bitches.

Well, I decided to pause my blog and reset the time back again to normal time here in Fort fucking Pierce, Botbarida-Florida, and yes peeps, and Morians, EVERY CUNT LICKING DAY NOW HERE IN SUNNY SCUMMY FLORIDA, IS SUPER ASS FUCKING ** B-O-T-B-A-R** FOR ME, EVERY ONEOFEM, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some power out there in the fucking MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, sure did not like my blog last night, as all fucking H-E-DOUBLE HICKEY STICKS BROKE LOOSE RIGHT AFTER SHE FUCKING POSTED, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Go up on “U-TUBE” doubters of this hellish nightmare, and look at the many who now are indeed convinced that we are being injured and assaulted with these vicious CHEMTRAILS.

END TRANSMISSION, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SAFE JOURAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 096

 

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO

WL-2297-SBT-DF: CH-096-031211.838

BLOG BOOK, CHAPTER 096

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME,

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION,

BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “SUPER CHEMTRAIL ATTACK,

SARAH-LOUISE HENDERSHODT KRASSLE”

COPYRIGHT, © “THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”

2006-2011, PROTECTED INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY.

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

As the blog subtitle infers without doubt or question, beginning sometime early on today, a major CHEMTRAIL-STRIKE, made its evil way throughout the city of Fort Pierce, and the Saint Lucie County, Florida area today, and it was a nasty ugly fucking mess. One might say this resembled the results that would occur if a group of very hostile angry people all punching each other in the stomach after over indulging in an egg eating contest, then proceeded to upchuck this filthy disgusting monstrous mess of shit, high up into the sky, and wiping out and destroying the clear blue skies that the TAX PAYERS OF THIS NATION do not deserve to be fucking ripped off from having, when nature is permitting it. The entire planet is fucking talking about this bull shit now, but when it all began on Gaither Road in Mount Laurel, at the American Honda Plant, in New Jersey, USAESMWH, in December somewhere in the year of 1987, upon my telephoning the local police station in Mount Laurel, causing for the gods only know the real/e reasons behind it, this horrific despicable chemtrail shit to all begin on that very day, and this is a true fact, and all the bullshit that followed is merely part of all of this in ways that I won’t mother fucking even pretend to be able to fathom. But the story needs to be told every so often, and all the things that can be rationally told, will be told, as there are indeed ‘ABSOLUTES’ that are involved in all of this, and I believe the Christians are not wrong, merely a little misguided until the future can catch up with just who and what sent back all the shit that created this to begin with, with the biblical term that both names in English and quoted perfectly out of the KJV BIBLE, match up GAWNUMLY, and these two things being, “SATAN”, and “THE DEVIL”. Yes Daddy, turn the page and die, or get ‘laser-retraced’ first so that you may accomplish this feat, from here all the way to Baton rouge, Louisiana. Somewhere on my blogs, the NSA as swell as other ordinary peeps can search out just how Daddy fits into this bullshit. I never say anything that does not all perfectly fit together throughout the entirety of the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN.

Some peeps who know parts of my hellish nightmare story that dwarfs all the Blair Woods and the Masapeaqua, New York rip-off hoax, and all of it combined all together look like a kid playing calmly in a sandbox in comparison, believe that what is happening with me as well as all other peeps, is a huge lab experiment. If it was this simple to articulate and isolate and place so neatly into a philosophical conclusion box, then the absolutes that I will now start to discuss and detail for this readership would not exist, it simply would violate any known logic. Hence, I do not buy for one second that we are rats running around in a cage chasing a piece of mother fucking cheese. Are we under scrutiny? Absolutely. Is there a power beyond us in control and leaving us helpless to fight it in any real way? Of course. But lab rats and experiments for the sake of the proverbial examples shown in stories for years, oh please? First, take my situation. Here I am in the middle of something bigger than all of the combined billionaires of this planet, and THEY KNOW IT TOO, ‘gimme a break’. Just read the last one dozen blog chapter numbers, go from 85-96 inclusive of KING NEBNOOSHOO’S SAFE JOURNAL. Now look out at the world. Do I need to freaking say one more thing? I have no need people to impress anybody, so if you think that this is what any of this shit is about, you have taken the wrong train a long time ago, and built you home on top of tons of quicksand, in the hopes of learning any real truths about the Mountainpen.

Many years ago I told that there are two ABSOLUTE NO-NO’S FOR ME, AND THAT SOME UNKNOWN FORCE IS QUITE INSISTENT ON THIS, NO IFS, ANDS, AND HACK-BUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Insistent is a mild term here ladies and freaking gentlemen, MY ATTEMPTING TO VIOLATE THIS ABSOLUTE LAW THAT THEY HAVE SENT DOWN FROM THE GODS ONLY KNOW WHERE, AND THESE BASTARD SCUM BAGS WILL SPROUT MUSHROOMS VERY QUICKLY, and turn all kinds of various shades of HULKING-GREEN, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not something that began yesterday or last year, or ten years ago. This has been going on since I can remember being who I currently am on this planet, and on top of fucking that, IT TRIPLE-QUADRUPLED after the 15^th day of August rolled around, in the year of RGG-1986-AD. August of 1986 for me is the most magical and freaking mysterious month in my life, and I totally believe that should I have been Mountainpen for a million years before my physical life, and be forced to continue existing as Mountainpen for another million more years from this night, no other month can or ever will TRUMP this month of 0886!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In reiteration for new readers or those stumbling around here and there and have no intention of searching out my past archived blogging on the website that all my blogs began on and still run on, being www.blogger.com/, what is not permitted for me is anything positive, no happiness, no enjoyment, no peace of mind, no security, “no nothing”, to quote the great supreme all time lady of blue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, when forced to view a simpler model of things during “a day to day struggle”, as an old pal and guest-teacher from the autumn of 1970 and Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG, would put it in direct and perfect quote, Mister McBraire, then these two simple and unmissable items would be the two most normally sought after items by most normal men on the Planet freaking Earth, MONEY and WOMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST REPORT THE NEWS, I don’t freaking create it, ALL THOUGH ‘MAGGIE’ TENDS TO, AND HAS QUITE A TRACK RECORD OF DOING JUST THIS, SINCE HER CONSTRUCTION IN 1985, from the Highview Apartments, in Williamstown, New Jersey, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some may have observed that IO stopped keeping the ‘QUEEN OF THE HARBOR’ happy, Mizz Terry Egghead, who believes in putting stories in precise chronological order. Sorry, my story will never work in that manner, but I did want to really demonfreakingstrate to my readers that indeed, I tried this and saw the absolute futility of of attempting such butt-wipe nonsense, YO!!!!!

By the way, it was not on Friday, it was Thursday, that I was over at the recording studio, and took that blast of chemtrails upon leaving the freaking place just shy of twilight. As for absolutes, there are those special gifted individuals out in Hollywood, California, who do seem to know shit, really know shit; and I know this because I totally know it, so therefore, I know, and would know it, if it was phony or not, as they can never fucking kid me. I KNOW WHAT I KNOW. I did not say the magic word “THAT”, I do not RULE the universe, and would never try and be the one and only great Scylla Goddess. Still, somebody on the mighty U-TUBE posted up a video showing a stunningly gorgeous ‘TRINITRAIL’, the very same kind of siting that was there when I came out “OF”, HACK-HACK-HACK, STACEYJACK, yes, not ODF, but of, came out of, that December of 1969 interaction, where indeed the All mighty Scylla Goddess took my Motorcycle Chain away from me in this DREAM as most would see this as, and then told me that when I “wake up”, it “really” will be gone, and sure enough, I woke up, checked to see if it was still locked up in a closet strongbox in an apartment bedroom in Oaklyn, New Jersey, and to my mother fucking total dismay and shock and amazement, it had indeed ‘gone-missing’, MCGUIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, my story tells itself, start at any month and any year, and just go through the month, you will see that no other blog on the entire freaking internet is equal to this. Common sense should tell most peeps willing to ponder a moment or two on things, that even the great Albert Einstein could not do something like this on purpose just to get attention or as they say in the present time, ‘his or her ten minutes’. I do not need anybody’s freaking ten minutes. If anything ever said this more accurately that was spoken or written by me, it is something that would totally piss off the world’s top female vocalist/recording artist, unfortunately, yet it makes my point about my personality. I am not like MI’s distant Cousin Dawn-Marie King. I do not need 10m minutes or an hour or a day of anybody’s time or attention. I am merely recording my life, and now have learned that taping it is no longer safe or even part of the times and the ages, so I have adapted, just as Duncan McLeod. In real life, it takes longer to adapt to changing generations and its ways, but eventually, survivors must because the alternative is not synonymous with the word survivors.

Every time I hire or talk to an attorney, or visit an FBI or other type of website, such as UI did yesterday, the next day is filled with fucking aerial assault and persecution, usually a sky filled with poisonous fucking toxic jet chemical fumes, called for a dozen years or so now, ‘CHEMTRAILS’!!!!! Go to the great U-tube, and just see all the great freaking ass videos, the subject is now all over the net. This is not 1988, and this is not American Honda any longer. This is here and now, and some freaking ass day, the entire world population will totally know that all the words told by MOUNTAIONPEN ARE REAL, TRUE, AND ACCURATE, as what possible reason could I have to lie or fabricate any of this fucking dog-shit peep-as, YO???????????

The GAWNUM stands for GAWKY GAUKAUK’S NUMEROLOGY. This large black talking cat is not some rational explainable thing. It would totally disrupt humankind if my story was totally accepted and believed by the mass population tonight. Yet, if one million people read the past 30 chapters of just my ‘SAFE JOURNAL’, the world as we know it would alter tomorrow morning, this is truth peeps, like it, don’t like it, but it is TRUTH. The powerful truth of Gawky and what he showed me in both the year of 1980, as well as what he showed me in an inverted Harry Callas digital year called 2008, DUH, coffee beans do stink after a while, and alarm clocks wear out if you don’t push the stop button, but yes, the magic power of knowing how to become an expert at using the GAWNUM, and you can all ‘GOOGLE the GAWNUM’, as well as the ‘FASCITAR’, as these two things alone, and there are millions of other items that I could get into with powerful specifics if time permitted, but just this would forever change the world. ‘OH THE LETTER (MMMMMMM) IS IN MY NAME, BOTH FIRST AND LAST TO HAUNT MY SOUL, THE EVIL LETTER OF THEIR GAME, THEY OWN OUR LAND AND WE PAY THEIR TOLL. Somebody ‘there’ has to know a lot more than they are saying. They knew about Wall Street during the great war, WW-2. They told our captured service-persons that this was the evil behind the entire world, so what changed their attitude, and is it all linked secretly up to NASA and their never ending covert bullshit??? GOOGLE up the map shit, and just take a look at the space-junk orbiting around this pathetic planet. I would be too scared to fly past the magnetosphere, and it is going to start blocking the rays of the sun soon, so calm down Al Gore. Things are about to get quite chilly by the second third of this century, and you can just mark me ol’ words there, YAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well me friends and maitees, I am here on Florida’s treasure coast, with my daddy’s’ treasure charts, and the fishers will never get their hands on them, “of that, Kimba White Lion, you can be sure”. BYE-BYE- silwee wabbit.

END TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

SAFE JOURNAL, CH. 095

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 095

WORLD LABS OF 2295

SBT-DATFILE: 031211.825.5555

BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “LEGAL EXTORTION”

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This will be another one of ‘THOSE BLOGS’. You know, not the average rantings of the MOUNTAINPEN.

HOPEFULLY THE FBI IS READING THIS, and hopefully also, if real life is even close to television with shows such as “LAW AND ORDER”, SOMETHING MAY NOW START GETTING LOOKED INTO, AND IF NOT, I WILL BE SENDING LETTERS TO THE MEDIA, AND POSTING A TAPE RECORDED MESSAGE ON THE U-TUBE, as my friend can convert it into CD and upload it into my existing account there as, “KING NEBNOOSHOO”.

THIS IS A WHISTLE BLOW BLOG, and is my legally protected property, all part of my intellectual property, and all copyrighted 2006-2011. No part of this information unless it exists independently may be used to profit or gain via whistle-blow fees or monies, I intend to collect this, as I am highly suggesting a particular group of people sue me, so that I can turn around and sue a group of criminals that caused the entire mess to begin with, and all of the defamation of anybody’s character.

Before moving on, foundations need to be laid. This will be very shaky ground, we may indeed call this JAPAN-2. I do not in any way mean to mock or poke fun at anyone, no one on this planet could be more serious than me right now, as this offense is unspeakable, despicable, detestable, abominable, monstrous, vicious, evil, and dastardly as it possibly can ever get on this plane of existence.

There is an old original “STAR TREK” show, voted years ago by the public as the number one favorite of all episodes, called, “CITY ON THE EDGE OF FOREVER”, in which Mister Spock calls and labels such things as my recurring Egg Harbor City, New Jersey school dream all throughout my entire adult life until about the start of the 21^st century, and other such occurrences, as ‘eddies, currents, and backwash’, while referring to Doctor McCoy being sent to the same approximate location where Captain Kirk and Spock wended up after being sent through a star-gate of a sort, that had an intelligence and called itself the Guardian of Forever. There are indeed many things in life that connect up in ways that will remain invisible for most people forever, and be missed and omitted from all of the historical accounts of humanity, and yet they were all so incredibly true and accurate, and powerful, and would have most likely explained so many hidden mysteries that the human kind has longed and searched for answers to since it crawled or swam out of the sea, or whatever. TEALLY HAPPENED, as it all is just a dream anyway to begin with, off of the Astral-Plane. Ron Wirtz, at the Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutor’s Office told me in the early nineteen-nineties, that and I will quote him, “Big business is behind all of it, and all of your problems as well”. He was no liar, and he only was a little bit too much in a hurry to compress it and not see a little more detail in the mix, as they say, ‘the devil is in the details’, an expression that I personally have come to practically hero-worship.

Before moving on here, an error from a few blogs ago needs to be amended here on this blog. I omitted the amount of times to do certain mental-exercises while practice the ancient art of the magical-FASCITAR. The daydreaming ritual is done 10 times, and the commanding separation of body and spirit so to speak, is done 6 times, this is a must, as the magic lies in both doing these two items, as well as using these precise amounts of ten times and six times, but now on with the show called, “MOUNTAINPEN THE PC WHISTLE BLOWER”, and this does not stand for Political correctness, or MC’s mom’s maiden name initials. Remember, this blog proves who first found proof to the claims that will be made in a few minutre4s, so no one else had better try cashing in on this, I merely am telling the world what is going on so that you will know that we all are being legally extorted, again, what else is new, the price of gasoline is no different, only who of us is big enough to take on this oil tycoon bullshit? But finishing out the Star Trek deal, all my old and late pal, David Charles Roth ever could talk about it seems, was what and who he referred to most of the time as the. SYSTEMS ANALYST. He was talking about his once best friend, Will McAfee. My best friend’s best friend is yes, thee McAfee, of the computer anti-virus and anti-hacking world. Now it is going to freaking become my unpleasant duty to make as big an enemy out of him, as poor David did over some silly girl in their case; and then it was all bullshit on top of it, as Will was immature and young, and thought David was trying to steel his girl, and David told me it was total bullshit and that he wasn’t, and yet this cost a good friendship, as well as a potential moneymaking business to ever get underway, as the two of them had made plans to go into their own Amway Distributor business back in the middle nineteen-seventies. Any big hotshot out here can check this story out, any millionaire or billionaire can contact this “now, great man of the future” and find out who is telling tales out of the kiss, and who is not. I don’t ever lie, the only lie I told was about the bus on July of 1970, and this was a choice between my sanity and my credibility, and I chose the former, and am proud to admit it, as wheat little sanity I have remaining, is there because I did not let these powerful evil mother fucking businessmen of greed and avarice totally win out and destroy my soul. My blogs back in the years of 2006-2008, these ’36’ months, do a lot of gut wrenching spilling of this nightmare story, and unlike James Pee, it is no fictional STORY, YO!!!!!!!

Here is the extortion. First I cite a parable and an example to further lay the next level of the freaking foundation here. If things are permitted to get worse along the lines of what I’m about to reveal and hot shot wealthies are ‘permitted-unk’, and gimme a break spell-checker, I created the word CRAZIES on my 1986 musical project called, RGG, and it stuck to this day, aniwho, and I think NEWSIES also, but yes, not to brag, Lieutenant Commander Ann Droid Data, and taking the copying as a complement, let us say a day comes where we are outside, and doctors are legally permitted to injure us. I mean really literally actually do this, slam their cars into us, shoot us in the leg, and so on and so forth. Then they get on television and advertise their extra cheap services if you or I have been recently injured, one half off the usual medical fee. Well, whistle blow recipients, forget doctors, LET ME NOW EXPOSE THE PERSONAL COMPUTER EXTORTION THAT IS TOTALLY UNCONSCIONABLE. When we buy our PC’s at the store and plug them in and set them up, the ‘anti-virus companies’ all go to work to infect our systems with many legal viruses. They will not steel your money or do anything criminal beyond the powerful extortion of damaging and then offering to repair, our now slowed-down and not so well operating systems, THAT WE ALL WORKLED VERY HARD FOR THJE MONEY AND WENT TO THE STORWE TO LEGALLY PURCHASE THESE MACHINES SO WE CAN USE TRHEM. These crooks, infect us with 95$% of the hacks and the viruses that are out there, and only 5% of them are done by the ones we all hear about that have nothing better to do than enjoy hacking because they can, and beside this, they get absolutely no remunerative value or compensation out of doing it, and the mere pleasure of knowing that they can do it gets them off in the way a nudey-girl picture would get a more normal man off, so as to wet and sweat up his sheets. This information was told to me this afternoon, in a round about hinted at way, but told to me in words so powerful, and I wrote them all down, that if told and shared as legally presented evidence in a court room at some WHISTLE BLOW HEARING someday, the judge or the jury would come to the only possible freaking conclusion that I have come to today. Now about those McAfee eddies and currents and time backwashes of the great mighty Mister Leonard Spock Nemoy, and how this fits into all of this shit. But this true nightmare tale of extortion by BIG-CROOKED-BUSINESS gets a lot better, and again, THE SPOCK STAR TREK SHIT IS THERE AS WELL, SO ALLOW ME PLEASE TO KEEP EXPLAINING ASLL OF THIS TO MY READERS AND VIEWERS. Don’t disbelieve my shit too quickly here, you are paying 300 per year per computer, in ways no differently than store owners in cities across this nation are paying city officials fees such as this only them more so, 5 times this amount for a rounded average, so that they do not come in one morning to find an inspector giving them 555 violations for bullshit things that will force them out of freaking business, same crooked shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The average household has 3 computers. 3X300 is $900.00, so nearly one thousand dollars leaves the pocket of households, in a criminal enterprise each and every year, BY THESE CROOKED ANTI-VIRUS COMPANIES. The person that told me this works for one of the largest one of them, in a high position. So how did I obtain the confession Steve Kadufski, Honorable Cherry Hill, New Jersey Judge of 1986 who told me, “MISTER MOHR, IT IS YOU WHO SHOULD BE IN JAIL FOR MISREPRESENTING YOUR IDENTIY WITH THE LAWFIRM AND LAWYER COLFLESH”, regarding copyright infringement cases I had pending in those days. I FULLY INTENDE TO BLOW THE WHISTRLE OBN THIS, not because I am being forced to pay 300 bucks to a legal criminal fucking enterprise that this evil government has to know about and is totally permitting and licensing with OBVIOUS FEREAKING KICK-BACKS, YO, but, BUT, B-U-T, when they use the ‘Law and Order’ ACCESS NATION and MAGIC LANTERN or whatever real names that these obvious identical computer information places that do exist and operate in the real world outside of TV, to learn about your private life, and then get you to believe a total lie and then accuse powerful people on your blog of doing criminal things, and defaming characters, then they are totally fucking complicit in causing me huge harm as if I owned anything at all, these people could and most likely will, sue the living shit out of me, but I would like to make an offer now, since any rational mind should be able to see what has been done to me, and it is more monstrous than what Hitler himself did in the fucking WW-2- Holocaust. I plan to go to the FBI and blow this whistle, and offer my proof of this horrendous fucking bullshit. When I win an award, I’ll gladly offer 50% of it to the entire THAT FAMILY if they will forgive me and not see this retraction of my accusations of computer tampering as anything malicious on my part, all I could do was go with the facts that were presented to me by these huge hackers, and when your address popped up on my e-mail account, what was UI supposed to think, Nora Icouldreadyours? The only thing that I would have to admit under oath is that I used a powerful sound engineering trick to obtain this confession, you would need to understand how to make such a tape or CD as well as why to do it and the reason it works based on human psychology. Here is what I did, it is called, and I’ll admit this, using Subliminal consciousness technology, retail stores are supposedly forbidden to use this principle, but we sure do buy way more shit than was on our original lists when the Muzak systems are playing, and this statistic is a totally documented fact, as subliminal consciousness effects and its case studies cited in the DM-4 book are one of my many fascinations in this life. I admit that I made a cassette tape earlier today where I kept repeating for a solid thirty minutes on an entire side-A, “U MUST TELL THE TRUTH, YOU MUST TELL THE TRUTH”, over and over the entire length of the freaking tape. These little secrets are quite real and they work, if you know it is properly applied and worked. Then you make a dub onto another deck, and you play some music off of the radio or another tape or CD, and make sure that the music is just a little bit louder than the voice command on the tape, so that you no longer consciously are hearing these commands, yet they are heard indeed by the unconscious mind that will be much more receptive to obey and respond, especially when it is basically the moral or the correct thing to do; so it is not as if you can get somebody to sleep with you, or kill for you, for the ‘prison talk’ section of the internet, so forget that. So there I was earlier today with no internet service, waiting for the repair crew, and crying into the ear of the one human contact telephone number that was available on the internet for computer repair, all wanting the same price no matter how much ‘FREE BULLSHIT’ they try and tell you is happening, as it is worthless and not helping you or it is fixing a little bit of your problem or even all of it for a very short time, usually a few days tops, so moving on here, I played this subliminal consciousness (SC) background tape near the telephone, and could not believe what this nice lady, quite high up on the chain admitted to, FBI; so if you do not contact me, then MOUNTAINPEN-WHISTLE-BLOWER, IS GOING TO STOP INTO THE MIAMI FIELD OFFICE AND PRINT OUT THIS BLOG, AND FIRST MAIL IT TO YOU OR SEND YOU AN E-MAIL ATTACHMENT. I won’t permit criminal activity on this magnitude. I am a citizen of the USA, and have blamed my country now for too much and for too long, when it is all coming from a bunch of ‘money grubbing powerful wealthies’, who should all be behind mother trucking prison bars for the rest of their Satanic and Demonic lives, and would be; if I was the governor of Florida, or the President of this country, as I would just not tolerate crimes like this when people are all ready financially hurting so badly, and they are all ready so filthy ass rich.

Still, the worst part was putting the San Mateo shit on my e-mail, as they had to check out my entire life, and come to learn that I had recently escaped the clutches of this family’s distant cousins, and had fled down here to Florida to try and make a freaking new life for myself after it was totally monstrously ruined and wrecked without mercy or compassion. The stuff I then blogged after they made me think and believe that it was Nick and Mariah doing all of this to me, is unforgivable. I am lone of Mariah Carey’;s biggest fans, and you dirty bastards made me falsely believe that she and her husband were hurting me and doing this to me, this should be prosecuted and UI should be awarded a minimum of a hundred million dollars, and so should they!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UI am shamed of you Will, looks like Dave Roth was right about you after-all, if that is, you are a willing ass party to this criminal and illegal computer activity, YO.

Are there any just out of law school attorneys who want to climb on board here, before I waltz myself down to Miami and to the FBI directly? This is all protected information, and is part of the copyrighted blogs and project of MORIANITY, so no one else may legally claim any of this information in any attempt to collect whistle blow fees for this powerful information. Yeah, that all mighty dollar, it sure has a freaking tendency to bring out the total worst in all of us, am I correct world????????????

I can only go where things take me, for anyone out here that sees it differently or holds shit against me for going with what is thrown at me by the owners and controllers of this world and all of our destinies and fates, talk to Jack McCoy, I believe his famous L&O quotation goes as this, “It takes us where it takes us, Commissioner”. Hopefully, like the commissioner, for what has been done to me by this evil big business world of scum, these PC crooks will be sharing a cell block, right there in good old mother trucking Attica Prison!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Personally 90% of seat owners of the New York Stock Exchange, belong tight there along with them, they all are no more than as my good old dad used to call peeps like freaking this,m “LEGAL-THIEVES”, so move on over Washington-13, YO, so we can all really go and dance tonight with my old pal MISTER Beethoven!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 094

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 094

031211.598—WLSBT-DATFILE

3RD SUBTITLE: “SHORT AND SWEET”

BEGIN:

Yesterday, enemies hacked my entire internet service and broke my Comcast Modem. It was repaired today, and obviously as this posts up, I am back online.

As long as this disease has me to pick on and relentlessly persecute, the DOW NJONES will keep right on flying. They stopped the aerial harassment after four straight nightmare-days, but killed the internet the 5^th day, every single day, THEY do some major thing, AND I DO NOT GET ONE ROTTEN DAY WITHOUT DEATH PERSECUTION ANY MORE, NOT ONE DAY. THIS IS WORSE NOW THAN IT FREAKING WAS BACK IN THE MIDDLE AND LATE EIGHTIES, WHEN THIS NIGHTMARE TRULY ALL BEGAN, RESORTS HOTEL AND CASINO.

Speaking of nightmares, wow, last night was very bad. The lovely NAM that I used to call the (new-age mafia) early in the nineties, struck hard. I was in the Lake-house and they beat the hell of me, I was rolling on the floor and getting kicked and thumped, it was a terrible beat-down. Then Scylla grabbed my hand and instantly it was 1986 again, and we were back on that same street in Manhattan Island, and she told me that Lenny and her knew each other in 1980, and that they self hypnotically fixed this all to happen the way that it did. Then good old Twin-Bay appeared and knocked on the rear window of the car. She came up and pulled my passenger side door off of my old beat up Bonneville, and grabbed me and led me away down the road and into a store, where then, cousin Sarah Callio drove up in her white sports car, jumped out, and also entered into this store. She then went onto grab my left arm so hard that all the blood stopped flowing and the pain was excruciating. She forced me upstairs top a 4th floor loft, where I entered in, and then was shoved through a window. Suddenly the room shook violently, and I found myself a few seconds later in the lighthouse near Atlantic city, 100 miles away, where she has locked me up at many times in interactions,m before she really did it to Billy Harner and I at the water company, www.ACMUA.com/ www.billyharner.com/, this is all real life shit people. This all happened, but the nightmare last night was off the scare monstrous and frightening.

I managed to tell my day-trading partner that all is well, and that we will pay for a technician through the AVEST system, to do our annual protection, it is worth the mother trucking three bills annually, as otherwise we cannot safely day-trade. I still know Nick is doing all this, and so is Scylla, but I now must do the unthinkable, and pretend this is not what is happening, or else my day-trading plans will be wrecked by these demons from hell.

Since this is all out war, I will go on taking trans-dimensional songs and recording them over, here in this parallel universe, we all know that this will shake things up a bit, and will go on doing so until you leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shorty MacInvondi is not only 7’7” with his New York City ego, created in 1979 on my 0pen reel recorder, he knows that ‘messing around with magnetics’, will cause the earth to shake a little bit. Where do you all think that UI was on Friday afternoon? The recording studio, doing the song from, ‘over there’ called, “Just Wanna Spend My Time”, or is it MI time???????????????????????????? You got me to create your existence as you know it Shorty, but you will never be elected president, also stop your freaking fantasizing, you power monger demigod butt-wipe, you!!!!!!!!! Please ‘permit me’ now uncle Heinz Gottwald, formerly Sir King-Prince, of 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York; to terminate this transmission. TANKS, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Before I do, let me just add this little insert in here pweeeeeze, folks.

I have no remorse for any of this, this is war and I have been thrust into it against my will, totally and completely. I also am sorrier than ever for 1986, but sorry for me, not some mixed up high school kid that has caused me lots of problems now.

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SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEB, CH. 093

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO
BLOG CHAPTER SJ-093
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT-DATFILE: 031011.807.55555555
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION:
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME:
SUBTITLE #3: FOUR DAYS OF FUCKING CHEM-SIEGE:

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I guess this mother fucking major ass attack is not gonna fucking terminate any time soon. This is now 4 STRAIGHT FUCKING DAYS OF CHEMTRAIL ASSAULT, here and around the SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, HERE IN SUNNY FLORIDA.

My voice is fucking totally fucking shot, they ruined all my fucking plans to sing on a vocal track today. It has been postponed. I am tempted to sample U-MI, if you do not tell your bad boy there to leave me alone, after-all, it is your song from SDJK that I’m doing. I can do much better than back in 1988, this is 31 years later brown eyes.

My other island friend was there with her daughter today at my work site, the Harvest, view them, and all of my readership can easily view me as well, at http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ and I always enjoy talking to the ‘Huntingtonians’, as they all call themselves, after-all, my 7th Grand-pappy owned the entire northern SCNY, the other Sarah Callio, huh McGuire????????????

I am hungry and tired as fucking hell, and will now eat and crash, fuck the world. Diana let me the fuck down, lightning capitol Florida, my fucking ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who started this fucked up lie-rumor aniwho, YO???????????????????? I now will END TRANSMISSION, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!