SAFE
JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO
CHAPTER
0407
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2298
SBT
DATFILE: 042312.936.5555555555555
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL OF EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“99.99999999%
DONT GET IT, BUT I KNOW A FEW DO”
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NJ
©
MWM/MWM/MF-2/BOM/ 2006-2012
THIS
IS SWORN TRUTH BY VOLUNTARY LEGAL OATH
UNDER
PENALTIES FOR LIBEL AND PERJURY, THIS IS
TRUTH
AND NOTHING ADDED OR DELETED FROM THAT
TOTAL
ABSOLUTE TRUTH, SO HELP ME JEHOVESS!!!!
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
LADS,
LASSIES, LABRADOR RETRIEVERS, AND LABBERS OF WORLD LABORATORIES, LET
ME OPEN.
Only
a few of you know what is REALLY going on, I could not be faking all
of this, EINSTEIN could not do it, NOBODY COULD DO IT, only GOD can
do this much, and you either think I am GOD, which I assure you all,
I am not, or you see and believe, and 99 point whatever additional
nines of percent, just hit the 'NEXT-BLOG' button, and move on. This
is what YOU HAVE DONE FOR BILLIONS OF YEARS and don't know it
consciously. You refuse to tune in and GET IT. I am not speaking to
the NEXT-BLOG tuners, but to those very very very very freaking few
who DO KNOW I AM REAL, and so is
MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
sweat, Mickey Patterson Smileyface Mona Lifeguard Lisa old gal,
because I AM NOT going to be stopped or thwarted. I AM going to tell
my true story, of coming up now on 574 deciannums now in this present
persona, and carrying this adorable wonderful and quite lovely,
HUNTINGTON CURSE on my freaking back, bleeding down to my poor red
shoes.
NOW
IS THE HOUR OF POWER, and we will start by printing PSALM #151, my
song for my everlasting truest endless love, Jehovah, owner and ruler
of the multiverse and beyond. This is the only PSALM that I have, and
plan right now, to set to music. It is on the 'YOUTUBE', just search
under KING NEBNOOSHOO, then click the video called, “Deal With This
Another Time”. Enjoy. And by the way, only the song is the psalm,
the opening is a little humor between me and the great empire ruler,
AKA SKY.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
Those
back stabbers, and stabbers up front, it's not all that different for
me. The skies, and the flies, and the neighbors next door, 'saw' just
the same to see.
And
every single lousy rotten day, no matter how hard I've tried, yes
sort of as Clapton said, the things that I've done have all just
died.
Oh
let me deal with this another time, let me deal with this another
time. The world is dark and now has lost its rhyme, the world is dark
and now has lost its rhyme. And all I thought I knew has cracked in
two, as now it's so I know that I've lost you.
I've
lost you, said I've lost you, and all I thought I knew has cracked in
two.
I've
lost you, I said I've lost you, and all I thought I knew has cracked
in two.
Oh
let me deal with this another time, the world is dark and now has
lost its rhyme.
Let
me deal, I said let me deal with this another time.
Sarah
Krassle my beautiful love, just let me sing how much I love you.
The
stars, and the trees, and the songs of the wind,
They
will sing how you love me too.
And
if you ever go away my love,
I
do not know what I will do.
'Cause
all of the stars in the sky cannot shine without you.
Oh
let me deal with this another time, let me deal with this another
time. The world is dark and now has lost its rhyme, the world is dark
and now has lost its rhyme. Oh you'll just have to tell me what to
do, so I can somehow just stop loving you.
Loving
you, stop loving you, you'll just have to tell me what to do. Loving
you, stop loving you, you'll just have to tell me what to do, oh let
me deal with this another time. The world is dark and now has lost
its rhyme. Let me deal, I say let me deal with this another time.
Now,
as for PSALM #152, I have written this all ready, and will print it
on a later blog, as will I print others that may follow, as the
'spirit leads' but remember, this is never to be added to the great
Holy Words, as this is just between the great SSJKK and me, and for
the record with MORIANITY.
Now
the next item on the agenda with this current blog, is what else, but
some more text regarding not my fave subject, but the ONLY subject,
as Donna Fargo the great, would say it all in her great 1973 song
lyrics, FUNNY FACE. As for me now that I've become totally aware and
onto this nightmare, it is always about a lot more than merely Kevin
Trudeau and money, but yes, you guessed it some few out here in the
great WEB, SKYWEB, SATWEB, TIMEWEB, who knows, little sir breath
echos of the Library of Congress????
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
“and more”
e-x-p-l-o-r-a-t-r-o-n-s,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
we do get into this tonight folks, let me first tell you that I asked
the GAWNUM system two questions several hours back, and here are two
powerful answers, along with some of the matching LISTS in my match
book, WO, DAWNIE, easy girl, HAY GIRL, Letty, tell her I burn easily,
ask any Patterson Beach House Lifeguards, as they'll tell you
sweetie, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DUH.
QUESTION
NUMBER ONE, YO:
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
DID THE ACROSS THE HALL NEIGHBORS STRIKE SO HARD TODAY AROUND ONE PM?
ANSWER
NUMBER ONE PEEPS, YO. PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-297.
I
DO NOT HAVE A WHOLE HUGE LIST FOR PCN-297, BUT THE LIST IS QUITE
IMPRESSIVE NONETHELESS, CAMDEN COUNTY, NEW JERSEY EMERGENCY 911
SYSTEM, AND OTHERS READING THE MAGIC OF MORIANITY. HERE IT READS
FOLKS:
MARK
MOHR'S 'SARAH' SONG, BG, THOMAS REALE, CONNECTICUT, SARAH CALLIO,
TONI BRAXTON, and the mighty date we as a nation will not soon be
forgetting, SEPTEMBER ELEVEN TWO THOUSAND ONE. How wild and magical
is all of this, MEOWWWWWWWWWWWWW??
QUESTION
NUMBER TWO, YO:
WHAT
WERE THE COSMIC FORCES ALL ABOUT PERTAINING TO ME AND HADDONWOOD
SWIMMING CLUB, BACK IN THE MIDDLE NINETEEN-NINETIES, WHAT WAS IT ALL
ABOUT???
ANSWER
NUMBER TWO PEEPS, YO:
PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER (PCN-198), WHAAAAAA.
The
LISTS in my matchbook are as follows, for PCN-198:
CAPITOL
CITY OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA, WALL STREET, UNCLE HEINZ, and SEPTEMBER
TWENTY NINE. Again, not a real major popular PCN, but what it says on
stuff from my personal list of important stuff, is again, QUITE
MAJOR!!!!!!!!
Now
we will discuss another unmissable thing folks,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Notice the length of my blogs.
Every single mother fucking ass time, I do a real lengthy one, like
the one that I did yesterday, Sunday, I GET SLAMMED, REAMED,
PUMMELED, NAILED, SCREWED, and the only tools missing are drilled and
sawed, but let us talk about balance. Changing balance is often done
in 'CARPENTRY' or 'MASON' work, with drills and saws. Thank the
'godatrons' that I was not literally sawed, I have been drilled and
poked and prodded, but that is not a now-event, so we can always do a
Jim Rockford on that one, and I am positive that his fans know what I
mean, from that really cool 70's show, “Rockford Files”,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get a sense of humor, Microsoft Spell
Checker, AHA-AHA, M-MCN. Let Maggie sleep in
Rod!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!She obviously looks better asleep, I
loved'em older too as a kid, and STILL DO!
Folks,
no matter which way you cut and slice the bullshit, and how much
aftershave lotion is applied to try making it not smell all that
badly, it still comes out in the end that every freaking time I do a
real long blog, THEY NAIL ME later on, always within 12-24 freaking
ass hours, YO. Now, if this is all in my whittle pathetic
imagination, the odds for it being would be mathematically staggering
my peeps, say around several hundred billion to one against it being
just a random occurrence, BRO. So next time, I am under heavy
artillery fire, be it broken hubcaps, rubber repairs dog food eater,
or any other EXPLORATRONIC MAJOR ASS ACTIVITY, I will print some ten
digit numbers that will shake up the universes, because these peeps
have no Earthly reason to call me on the telephone and make
electrical clicking sounds, totally unmistakable with no chance of it
not being from the same sound source, and I have no intention of
erasing any more of it off the voice-mail system. As of right now I
can print just over a dozen numbers, with area codes, in states north
to south and east to west across this great land, oh great Woody
Guthrie sir, and by the way, HUNTINGTON HERITAGE OR NOM, this is my
land too, buddy, and I am proud to be an American who hopefully one
day will be part of a great movement to restore the OLD WORLD SYSTEM,
Gore you phony fake. Learn the IAC system and quit trying to rip
everybody off, and scare their dam pants down. It excites Dawn King
too much, and pal, nobody is really dead. It's just a powerful 6th
dimensional fucking illusion, and I need my freaking ass sleep at
night, ol' bud!!!!!!!! TINKS, no “S”
Melanie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, I am so dumb, it
all goes past me, BREEEEEEEEE.
Let
me wrap shit up now folks, my dinner is ready, and it is a quarter
past midnight on Tuesday morning here on the Eastern Time Zone and
Coast of the good old, non BULLSHIT (BS) USA, rock on my brother,
well, you always did. Hay Ed, if you're out of jail you shouldn't be
reading this, but your pal was in your city, and my kid's Earthly
city too. Did you hear about Governor Exploratron at his concert the
other day? Wow, what a wild weird world, mad too, huh 'MERM', Ethel
Mermen for you kiddies out here, WHAAAAAA.
So
I will sign off and bit a fond farewell to friends, and my warning to
fiends and foes. I do not think you want me to get Doctor Jack to
pursue this matter either. And by the way, I ask so little, you
turds. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY can't you leave me the fucking shit alone,
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
END
TRANSMISSION--------1-2-3-4!
WHAAAAAAA!!!
No comments:
Post a Comment