KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0378

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0378

KING NEBNOOSHOO OF NEW BABYLON, NYUSAESMWG

DATFILE: 033012.077 FRIDAY MORNING

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“IS ANYBODY OUT HERE NOT CHEST BANGING?”

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OK to quote Mister John King of 10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City, the late, don't beat me up exploratron Paula, shall I just attempt to reach one or two or three smarty pants peeps out here for a second, regarding something you simply cannot ignore, well, most can, such as peeps who tell me they are my friend and then endlessly ignore me, and this is fine and well, but hopefully there is a Hawking or two out here somewhere that eventually, WILL or even MAY get this message, before as SKY put it so well in oh-8, it is John McDowell Philadelphia time in the early nineteen-sixties. So has anyone used even a small fraction of the good sense that the good SAR (LORD) gave you folks, and realized that if you should read my blogs or my life story, in reverse spacial-relationship polarized motion (time), that it is actually coming from a full circle and endlessly looping around? Has any 'Hawking Type', further yet seen or observed, that hence there is no cause or effect in one direction, merely that in a dimension that is higher than space-time, things equalize as a unifying bit of all encompassing energy (the 6^th dimension of MIND), and thus wondering which came first, the chicken or the egg is endless futile nonsense, when quite obviously they both came to exist simultaneously, but looped up higher by one dimension above hyperspace, in the realm of thought energy or MIND? Let us be picky here and take an exact point, and if any of you really seriously wish to pay me the ultimate compliment that I can do all l of this ahead of time and that this is all some plot or game in my sick deluded mind to get attention as has been suggested by some in the ignorant clubs such as the blogger website of www.unexplained-mysteries.com/ who might be hacking me right now as certain weird things are starting to occur right now on my word-office processor system, but I will not give glory or place to these monster dick head demon devils of high teck bullshit trying to waste my time and throw me off of my emmereffing game. So moving this right along me' peeps, let me now ask you all a few other things here? First, re-tread the past three blog chapters, SAFE JOURNAL, chapters number 0377, 0376, and 0375, and yes, read it backwards, in that number order, I do not mean read words or paragraphs in reverse, that is silly nonsense, but read the blog in reverse in chapter numeration is what I'm talking about folks. Look at the Britney Spears deal here, and tell me what you really think, not if you have trouble keeping up with the average cop and detective, I am speaking to real sleuths out here that love to watch a fucking mystery show on TV and try and solve the crime before the plot reveals itself, or if not a show or movie, a novel, try my pal, Jimmy Patterson, and remind him that those were very real tears that I shed on that Atlantic City beach that day behind those eye shades, YO. But again let's freaking move on here and at least try and glean some cool new information, don't any of you ever wanna' try anything new 4 crissake?

Now before we do move onward with all of this, and how I only wish I could have James Redfield subscribing to THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, as there would be a dude who would write an entire book about me after this and tell all of you how non phony this all is, why would I waste six plus fucking years for a mother fucking ass balloon hoax, hell, I'd just fly a balloon and claim my cat tripped the rope, and hope that I never got punched in the mouth by that lovely gorgeous Sarah McLaughlin, while this seemingly endless nineties mystery keeps right on building, and remains so relentlessly fucking unexplained, YO. JR, not from Ewing or the Brit copied songs of VH1, going off inside my head or not, lovely blond; but yes JR, YOU HAVE THIS BLOG AS MY LEGAL PERMISSION TO DO THIS AT ANY TIME YOU EVER SEE FIT. Now for the caveat that is not at the cave, Keisha's or Crystal's, and certainly not 13 years back in time in Prince-ninety-nine, party-bomber!

I was told by those two Exploratronic Supermind Advanced Exploratrons, most likely TYPE-3's, in category; that if I tell about my father's pillow talk, other pillow talk will be posted and revealed, that does not make me all that happy. I never dreamed that even with what is termed in the future, hyperspace equation, that you want want to in any way hurt not only your good friend, but someone who trusted you with something so powerful. May I remind you that if anybody EVER hurts my kids in any way, they will be dealt with so harshly, that it is so totally non-bloggable, and multiply this by about a few terra, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will tell a small thing now. I was minding my own business in a small park somewhere, the gods only have clue number one where in this or any world this place was located, and when; but all of a rotten lousy sudden it grew as dark as night as though a total solar eclipse was somehow put on fast forward. Brilliant ass light in the park's perimeter all game flashing on, replacing the sunlight with bright white intense glare, and when my eyes focused after a short while, they appeared to me and said for me to sit down on a bench right next to the one where they were sitting on. They told me that the Advanced Robotics class from the previous middle April, was taught by a lady named Professor Holly Stephenson, an illegitimate daughter of the great SH. Yes I better SHHHHH, this is really borderline bloggable. She went onto tell me things that made me sad, but sadness rapidly changed into intense anger when they threatened to expose the secret should I ever expose the stuff that my father said in his sleep. Again folks, read further in reverse, my blogs, and again, you will start seeing this awesome fucking shit going on in my wild and outlandishly unfathomable nightmare ass life, YO!!!!!!!! I doubt in this universe, this is happening, but due to my frightening personal knowledge of this ES Dream CLUB in humanity's multiplexed futures, I have a powerful fucking respect for what these O/T doppelgangers might be able to do to hurt someone who I love very much, so I have been silenced, for right now. I TOLD YOU GINA, “THEY WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO SHUT ME UP. Now the blackmail works both ways. If I ever get a hint or whiff of anything in a grocery store line or any other media source, then you are cooked, because I WILL TELL, as them what will I have to lose? You better keep your fucking ass mouths shut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE NIGHT CONTACT, last night is where this stops. GET IT??????????????????????????????????

Now I was not forbidden to say this secret, so I will, to get back at what is being done to me, first however, look at the EVIL EMPIRE, FLYERS HOCKEY WINNERS, DOW JONES WINNERS, happens every single time I am under this shit from this diseased filth of scum bag twistedness. Where is your slime ball sister these days,m stock broker man Kali Jan Nace Notnice?????????????????????????????? Yes FULL EVIL EMPIRE, TOLD YOU GINA MY QUEENA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now 4 the freaking semi-doozie retaliation strike secret dudes and duddesses, YO:

Parallel universes and parallel-event are two separate topics and have absolutely nothing to do with each freaking other folks. Still, I had a powerful dreaming interaction, or really, in another parallel universe, shortly after Governor James Florio had become New Jersey's Governor for a single term, I was driving down the Atlantic city Expressway and had a rear end collision with his car near the tollbooth that is closest to Atlantic City, in Pleasantville. We ended up going into the Resorts International Hotel Casino, where it was located in a slightly different location in the city than it is in thus reality, and we played roulette, and I showed him a winning system, and he told me that the Mayor of the city gave me this system and that he knew about it, and we played and enjoyed ourselves in a totally new casino, laid out all differently. The year was back in one of those early nineties years somewhere, I was living in the Meeker home, renting it from a Misses Meeker on Route 561, in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, USAESMWG. When I came back to this reality however, something powerful happened to me first, before as you all might say, “I woke up”. The governor handed me a cassette tape and told me that if I said a magic set of words that I all ready had been given on the Astral Plane and knew about but rarely thought of them or ever said or used them while awake, that I would come out of this universe, and enter into a different one that was not in the same time synchronization. In effect, I would be backward in time by about five years or so give or take. Sure enough I grabbed the cassette tape from Governor Florio from this as you all would call it a “dream”, and said the words, these words being, “Zuudlow, Zuudlow please, power power need.” I woke up, not in Gibbsboro, and not in the 1102 apartment at Robin hill on 4^th & Preston Avenues in Voorhees, but back at 7 East Main Street, in Moorestown, MJUSAESMWG, and yes, it was the summer time in 1988, AGAIN. I knew I had come from both here as well as from five years later, but had this cassette tape right there in my bed with me, and it was not there in the nineties when I fell asleep up in the fucking ass future. Talk about the Tooth Faerie, where are you when I need you, song title swiping cheery Mizz Kirshty Allie? DISNEY has loved me for a very long time, where do you peeps fucking think that they've been getting so many way cool ideas for so long, YO, yeah, from my real nightmare ass life? Funny, funny, funny, huh Sheila Franklin Morninghaireverse? HA-HA-HA, and TEE HEE HEE, Lilly Shipyards Congressman Munster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ladies and gentlemen, they can persecute me until fucking Doomsday, but one day, I'll overcome Paula King and her post hypnotic suggestion of my major fear of women, and will take advantage of all the lovely young action that I do get, as a result ODF this strange bizarre endless parallel-event that attracts them to me like a pussy-magnet as the word goes in dirty ex-rated shows, and when this curse is finally broken, Mister McDonald, the DOW JONES, as we all know cannot really go to 48 and 96 and 192 thousand points, and will come crashing out of existence once and for all, and ending this reign of pure fucking terror by the super wealthy capitalist pigs of this EVIL EMPIRE, any day that I can break this hold over me with this powerful John Zane Bancroft Haddonfield Trance, that led in my case to a near expulsion, but others get away with things that alter the entire course of human history, oh well, don't mess with that, ES, as later, I will tell details of just what happened to me in 1969 that led to my near expulsion, and just what John Zane told me while I had him under a hypnotic spell out in the recess yard, about all of Haddonfield and the school itself, being not what it really appears to be, more like a laboratory experiment, this is a direct quote from a fifteen year old boy late in 1969, who later went onto tell the school authorities that he “Did not even remember coming outside of the school building”. A lot more will get said, but if you mess with my wonderful daughter, it will be curtains for the doer of the deed. Ask Emmy-Louise Cicone about just how 1983 shows can close on folks that keep messing with me. I truly am sorry for what will soon be a real major disaster, these enemies just won't stop or leave me any choice, how I feel like poor Barney Collins with that lovely blond, no not Angelique, the “U leave me no choice girl”. YO, loyal 'Dark Shadows' fans, know what is being said here. BYE-BYE!

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