KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0370

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0370

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2294

SBT-DATFILE: CH-0370-032012.663

© 2006-2012 MWM/MWM/BOM/MF-2

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME

BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:

“AMERICA'S NARK SQUAD, TIME COP, AND LAKE CM”

SHALL WE BEGIN TRANSMISSION HERE FOLKS?

I MOTHER FUCKING KNEW LAST NIGHT, THAT THERE WOULD BE SERIOUS MOTHER FUCKING TROUBLE AND PROBLEMS FOR ME TODAY, AND THE DAY IS FAR FROM MOTHER FUCKING OVER PEEPS. EARLIER THIS MORNING ON BLOG SJ-CH-0369, THE HACKING ON THIS MACHINE WAS MONSTROUS, WHILE I WAS TRYING TO DO MY BLOG, AND IT WAS (2008-POST EINSTEIN DAYS, ALL OVER AGAIN). THE BIGGEST COSMIC SECRET IN THE WORLD IS THAT THE POST EINSTEIN DAYS DID NOT BEGIN AT THE FUNERAL OF THE GREAT ALBERT. THOSE WHO KNOW, KNOW, AND THOSE WHO LOVE TO CLAIM THERE NAME IS ETERNAL-THOMAS, AND LOVING TAKING UP PERMANENT RESIDENCY IN THE STATYE OF MISSOUIR, WILL IN FACT NEVER CHANGE THEIR ATTITUDES OR BEHAVIOR. I COULD BLOG FROM NOW UNTIL QUEENDOM COME!!!!!!

I HAVE TWO SETS OF PLAYERS IN A GAME CALLED 'MARK MOHR AND THE COSMOS', OR IF YOU CHOOSE, ANY OF YOU CAN RENAME IT ANYTHING YOU FUCKING WANT TO NAME IT. THAT IS ENTIRELY YOUR OWN BIZZ, ARNIE, AND EVERYBODE ELSE. I CAN HEAR THE “NO HOW NO NOTHING”, LOUD AND CLEAR IN MY MIND, IF LIGHTNING READS THIS IS HER HUMAN FORM LATER. PEEKAY HAS MY NUMBER IF YOU FEEL LIKE SHOUTING IT AGAIN. NO RIVERS OR SNACKS NEEDED, HUH DAVID GARDNER, AND JOHN ROBINSON? SO JUST HOW PURE IS ANY CITY, I MEAN REALLY, EXCEPT FOR OF COURSE THE GREAT SAHASRA DAL KANWAL? WOW DOES SOME JERK OFF ASSHOLE DERIVE TOTAL FILTHY ANGELIC HEAVENLY PLEASURE, IN THE TOTAL TORMENT AND TORTURE; OF ONE “MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY”, AND ALSO IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, WOW; TALK ABOUT DUALITY OR DC. THAT IS CONSCIOUSNESS, SIR POOL WALL HOLDER.

Last night was off the scales computer hacking. Now today we have the scum bag shouting dick head neighbors from hell outside my door, we have planes and CHEMTRAIL ATTACKS in the sky, you all really do need to go to the YOU-TUBE and check out all these wonderful millions of information bites about this topic of how civilization will indeed end via these CHEMTRAILS. I also have a doctor who forgot about his appointment with me today, and supposedly, he has a very bad knee out of nowhere, just as did Doctor Hagar from the U of P over in Pennsylvania, out of nowhere, soon after my becoming her patient back around the turn of the millennium when my cousin Donald told me to go to her for my nightmare medical condition. TODAY IS A SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR, HOLD ON, LET ME ASK GAWKY GAUKAUK WHY THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME, even though I all ready know it is all about the Two Factions Theory of MISTER David Charles Roth of the late eighties, all on previous and very precious blogs of yesteryear, told in eloquent detail with nothing left fucking cunt out folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, MISTER DCR had a wild cool theory that I abbreviate into the TFT. This TFT states that first of all, science as it believes and thinks that it understands a lot of stuff, is so full of turkey fucking shit vomit that it makes a landfill on its worst day smell like a Hershey Chocolate factory. Just since I blogged early this moUUUUUUUrning, that my pal's brother's beach house will be selling for just under twenty million USD in less than eighteen years, and peeps can scoop up all sorts of these great monster mansions for a song, as well as a few other things, THEY INSTANTLY HAD TO GO BACK INTO FUCKING TIME AND MESS WITH ME with my medical condition, something by the way that they did not do on just this one occasion. This has been done originally when they went back from 1986 into 1983 to cause it in the first place, and then they have fucked with me over and over to bring about this cold coldblooded murder of me, if that is, they can ever get away with it, and this will most certainly be, a cruel and a vicious murder of torture and slow agonizing death in excruciating mother fucking pain. None of you niormal mortals have the smallest clue about the long successful invasion of this once beautiful blue planet of ours. We all were happy once, and life was worth living. My 1983 song dared to tell and infer that indeed, I ALL READY KNEW, that we needed to be appreciating, “Just how much we had”, to quote my own fucking ass song lyrics from medical condition unknown 1983 times, no none of us know, so don't feel bad about this, my wonderful lovely daughter. My doctor has been struck with what I'll call the 'Hagar Curse', a knee that goes out on you, or both of them, without warning, just TOTALLY FUCKING OUT OF THE BLUE, and it never ever gets better, and they go out of practice and vanish, along with the great album of SUMMER OF LOVE 2000, performed by Billy Harner, produced by Paul Evans Pedersen, and paid for by none other than me, MWM, this is what an Executive Producer such as Dick Wolf does, we finance the operations. To hear one of the songs on this album, on the great all mighty YOU-TUBE, click on your UT button, then type into the search bar, “KING NEBNOOSHOO”, and when my dog shit pops up, click the video titled, “SARAH”. Simple as this, right Red John Henningsen of Colorado Campbell's Soup, and my old pal of 1969 who gave me the mysterious motor cycle chain in 1967 that started so much of this, only none of you yet have really heard a shit eating fraction of anything, YO. This you CAN believe, SIR ROCK of the great Star Trek Android Equations of 1968, huh Mrs. Chapel Roddenberry. Wow, so now we have two fucking cock sucking HC's. We have the super monster biggie called the “HUNTINGTON CURSE”, and now it seems we have in addition to this one, since the medical community wants to seemingly compete with me, WO, so here is the “HAGAR CURSE”, IF THAT DOESN'T BEAT ALL, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!! Now I have got some dick head making strange creepy sounds all around me, hammering and other shit,. This is just one of those mother fucking horrific days and I WILL BET EVEN MONEY, WITH A MILLION FUCKING DOLLARS IN PURE CITY GOLD, ROBINSON GARDNER OF 1997; THAT THE DOW JONES FLEW UP AT LEAST 600 MORE POINTS THIS WEEK, TAKING IT RIGHT AROUND THOSE OH SO MOTHER FUCKING DEADLY AND SUPER DANGEROUS ALL TIME RECORD MOTHER FUCKING HIGHS, THAT WIPE ME AND MY POOR INOCENT LIFE OUT TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY, EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ASS TIME THAT IT OCCURS. No I knew last night I was finished or early this fucking ass morning really, Donald Cialoni from RPL Sound Recording Studios of Camden City in New Green Gardens Ernie Jersey. Yeah that no talent bum Mark, he sucks man. Yeah, then why copy me everybody, since 19 fucking ass 75, if I suck so much, and not only am I no Kennedy, “but no Mozart”, huh Frank Staneck of the Route 70 defunct South Jersey Racetracks; why then have 50 giant artists in the RIAA think my shit is good enough to make a tiny change here and there, and then take it for themselves? Yeah, I sure suck man. You know, like the ignorant majority have said for what seems forever to me right about now, “The Lord knows what is true”, and I can fucking live with that on some level, YO. My freaking mom said it all once. When you know in your heart that you are basically not a bad person and yet you have been royally fucking screwed by life for six fucking ass decades, well, this must be the plan of the gods, and I will learn to live with it. But let me so much as feel good about what the great Scylla Goddess must have done for me somehow with my job, and the enemies come racing back through time, and fuck up a million things faster than diareah running through a crowd of roller coaster freaking riders. Yes, they are all trying to cvut me off om necessary medications again, and I need to go early next month to my doctor. He was too fucked up with his knees to see me today as scheduled, and KI know who causes pain and sickness and all bad things to happen, and this would be none other than the hornman himself, with or without his pitch tune fork, MISTER LEONARD PISSMAN TAPETURN MCKINNON of 1980, wow what a monster and bum, and the Holy Words tell all about you, you son of a fucking bitch? How do you sleep at night, oh I forgot as MO,not WOMO, but as MO would put it so cool in that super cool stair tag chase movie, her doesn't sleep, he is Apollo-Lucifer, and thinks he has accomplished an ultimate mission, and this is why I am totally blocked from ever really telling so much that this world needs to hear, and most likely we all have about two more generations and then, it is curtains my lovely blond Amy-Lou CPA Cicone. Well, let's get the hell out and away from 1983 now, OK MISTER JOHN HOSEMAN KING OF THE CAR/BAR WORLD. So how long is your hair, Jer, watch out for your lovely giant cousin, YO. These time traveling mother fuckers have no shame, no heart or soul, no humanity, no conscience whatsoever, and 'no nothing', right Di? Hey lightning, where are you when I need you, I am calling out your name so WHERE ARE YOU???????????? The second that I get the smallest thing done for me by the great SARAH-STACEY, KRASSLE, AL KICKS RIGHT IN and get HIS army of lose boozer bastard slime bag dick licking dirt ball git bag vomit swallowers, to attack without warning or mercy, just BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. This is all this fucking piece of dirt eating crap knows and understands, how to beat up on the special one that SSJKK has always called HER, ****THAT-BOY**** throughout infinity. Let me ask the cat now why this all struck today, even though we all ready know, any of us who follow these blogs and follow reason and logic.

WELL FOLKS, THE CHINESE AS WELL AS THE CHINESE GIRL BACK IN 1975 AND THEN IN LATER TIMES ALSO, FITS INTO THE GAGANU BIG ASS HYPER SUPER ULTRA TIME. As last nights' television show depicted with the origin of the 52 deck playing cards, no Hoyle did not invent them which some surveys show 20 percent of the population to actually be this dumb, but yes, the great Chinese came up with this, a long time after they first came up with something more powerful, and this is the I-Ching. Yes, Gawky gave me the GAWNUM ROOT NUMBER OF 98, a very powerful answer, or PCN-981. There are dozens and dozens of things that are PCN-981 and that pertain to me and what is going on around me in just the past day or two, nobody would ever believe the power of the GAWNUM, until that is, they really use it themselves, and see for themselves that this is no joking matter. I saw Gawky outside the building on my way over to my doctor's office a while ago and gave him a pat, or wait a minute, did Pat give me a Gawky? Wow, 1980 is alive and well and in the laps of bus riders everywhere, gee willagars, YO. Golly gash darn gee men Copyright Office and original taped Epitome of Harassment on cassette, Jeepers creepers, where did did you get those eyes, Diana, so long and beyond lovely? No not from China. Yes the Oriental population has the long slanted eye facial feature, but you would have to see Diana on the Astral Plane to believe HER. HER long bright yellow hair comes from 75 inches high down to her knees, and her eyes are beyond long and line shaped. One look at Diana, and you are forever in live with her, the legends talk about her sister Venus, but I am here to attest that she is not as beautiful as the great Huntress and love of my life, Diana. English Royalty names queens and princesses after the Great Goddess Diana, none of them have one tad or iota of conscious memory of seeing or being with HER. I consider myself BLESSED amongst men for this miraculous situation, huh, Mister Pope. All I can say I suppose, Jay-Jay Evans, is that it looks like I may be leaving for Lake Chapala in Mexico. There, there is no Nark Squad to continually threaten my life by taking away my necessary medication. I have been forced to take 4 milligrams of this since 1983, and I wish the Chief of fucking Homeland Security would remind his coworker of the letters we exchanged back and forth regarding my casino episode at Golden Nugget in late 1983 in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, where I told him that my enemies made me get sick, unknown then but now we all no that secret night CHEMTRAILS did this monstrous did to me, Mister Tom Ridge, and Mister Tom Kean knows this truth and fact. He knows that without my 4MG of Ativan daily, I am a dead man. Take this from me, and YOU ARE ALL GUILTY OF FIRST DEGREE COLD BLOODED PRE-MEDITATED MURDER, so live with that, plus of course, as my calculations should prove to the idiot of all idiots, that without me alive, your STOCK MARKET crashes forever, it is over, what is this voice that tells me all this? Well, the song from 1983 just reminds me to tell you, it will all be over for you on Broad and Wall Street, once I am gone, so keep fucking with me you sick ass bastards. Sorry about what David Roth said about you in the Jersey Pine Barrens, Tom, I have no control over anyone else's words and behavior, it is difficult enough for me to control my own self, YO.

LSS, shows like TIME COP and all of the many SCI-FI TV shows and movies and books and so on and so forth, just really all go towards hurting my cause. It continues to place the reality around me in a fictional-only status, making me not only a suffering victim, but a hat wearing space cadet. As my mother said on many an occasion, “Things aren't fair, this is Earth, not Heaven”. Hay, we all know what they say about mothers being right. Well, YOU WON'T GET A FUCKING ARGUMENT OUT OF ME, NOT HERE ANIWHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OYR, number 981 is why I am going through today's monster ass fucking assault and pummel by the evil fucking Earthly counterpart of the LAMBRIGGER CULT AND BRIGGBASE known as the MILITUFORCE. Remember though folks, only one third of the ruling Astral Plane authorities are past of the LAMBRIGGER bullshit. The righteous or good two thirds known as the SDKM or the MAJORITY of the AWA that reside in the CITY OF DAVID, Biblically , or really in totally secret Astral Language; the CITY of the GREAT SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE. HER beautiful CITY-NAME is JEHOVAH, and I will always love HER, forever and forever, and SHE RULES, and SHE ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IWALU-SSJKK MY LORDESS. Never forget that. Now I finally do understand so many whys and things I've wondered about. You must be laughing as you read this, and saying to yourself, oh well, he finally GETS IT!!!!

For the record, Planet Earth, I have completed Psalm 151, and it will be recorded in April at the Avalon Studio of Port Saint Lucie. I plan to dig up the money I buried on King Ranch from the bet made with Joe. Rainy days may be rare in Florida, but one must always plan for them, weather related or not, tweety bird, so tweet tweet tweet and rockin' Robin Hill, YUM times one thousand-eight-hundred-and-two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHALL WE END TRANSMISSION HERE FOLKS, YO?