SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0408
KING
NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
(C)2006-2012
MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NJ
SBT-DATFILE:
042412.779
TEIHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“NOT
FAR FROM FIDDAM 3, AGAIN”
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Another
day of heavy artillery fire, and three straight, again, as with last
week, is occurring. These motherfucking scum bag WOMOTAMM
EXPLORATRONS are literally POURING IT THE SHIT ON ME, hot magma mixed
with cold wet liquid turd and snake vomit.
It
began at one this after scum bag noon, with a tremendous bowel strike
or diareah and cramp attack, sending me a half hour into the toilet.
Then again, at six it started with doors everywhere, jerk offs
hollering, and it came from not just one but several areas and
sources. These snot chewing peeps are the reason I cannot get rid of
my roaches no matter how clean my apartment is kept or how many raid
cans I keep emptying, too busy for bloody shoes or mace cans. Also,
Morty Mortino the Angel of Death, is extremely annoying recently,
buzzing in both left and right ears over and over, and then
disappears for a while, only to come back and fuck with me all over
again, as he just now again did on my right ass fucking cunt side.
This siege is really getting to me. I have a rating system, rarely is
the scale at OFF-FIDDAM, ior three quarters, same thing. I bring it
up and down in quarters, going to one, one point two five, all the
way to three. There is no higher than three. A sustained three can
place this world into serious freaking jeopardy. Remember my AEB,
CCPO, ACPO, and WORLD. Ron Wirtz Senior, if still living, and most
likely is, KNOWS THIS IS VERY FUCKING DANGEROUSLY REAL!!! My exact
system for raising or lowering these quarters, is based on
combinations of things done to and around me by EXPLORATRONS, all
things negative, or not negative, and only I know the system. When I
used to go public with it, THEY fucked with me a lot more, and this
is not a fucking game folks. Speaking of games, I AM QUITE SURE THEIR
DIRT BALL DOW JONES IS AT OR ABOUT TO HIT ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS,
DESPITE GASOLINE OVER FOUR DOLLARS PER GALLON, and also I'd be
willing to bet that there is a PHILADELPHIA FLYERS ICE HOCKEY GAME
being cunt lapping played tonight. THINGS ARE VERY VERY VERY FUCKING
BAD FOR ME RIGHT NOW, and this world is in imminent danger of being
totally wiped out and obliterated, and completely devastated and
utterly destroyed and pulverized. This is really getting on my last
Dawn-Marie King nerve. Oh well, at least she didn't try and fuck me
last night. The Atlantic Ocean did appear to me in HER lovely giant
teenage girl form, and she was extremely 'friendly' and nice with me,
as SHE usually is.
A
thumb sucking bratty child with diapers on can see what is going on,
and has been. Like with the Holy bible, Morianity, which is not holy,
merely the story of my interactions personally as MWM, on this ball
of used up spinning puke. There is no intentional shiny bling or
gonging or crashing cymbals. I tell the truth, when shit happens to
me, it happens, and then when I occasionally learn that it has a
rational explanation and that ki was not being targeted by vicious
nasty EXPLORATRONS, then I retract previous shit, and I gladly and
openly admit to it, just as was the case in a very recent ass blog.
Moving
this crap right along folks, I have been suffering with this
parallel-event nightmare ever since returning from wherever I went,
when I fell asleep on the night of the 15th of August in
1986, at my residence in Cherry Hill, in New Jersey, USAESMWG.
Obviously, EXPLORATRONS, advanced and collective, decided for
whatever reasons, to move me into a non-localized or even a
quite-distant location in hyperspace, or a parallel universe where
the atomic combinations are more widely varying than those normally
interacted with, by me, before this time. We all move a little bit,
every time we go from any altered state in consciousness, such as
from being awake to being asleep, or being asleep to being awake. We
alter as we move through time, normally, based on the speed our
planet is moving through the expansion around us or outer space, and
we would alter more if we changed the speed in which we move through
time, in any greater way than the normal way that we do just by
living on the Earth and moving with the Earth, or moving in
SPACE-TIME, to quote my father's great Princeton, New Jersey park
pal, Mister Albert Einstein, now don't go dying on me, Stacey
Mullicamail. Anyone can archive this powerful incredible blog and go
back and learn why I use names and say things, that might not make
all that much sense if you don't know. In any event, let me move
things along again LADS, LASSIES, LABRADORS, and LABBERS.
Message
to 001: I got your message.
Message
to 002: I was not awake during the time of the show, but I never see
my pal anymore advertising for you know what. I was wondering if I
will be seeing more of him at the Bank of Akoslem or peeking in my
windows at Ricktown Manor?
Message
to 003: Why did you contact Linda Horn and send me mixed signals? I
only want to do what makes you happy, 'girl'.
Moving on one final time, this
blog is not going to contain powerful hitting information, or tell a
bunch of taboo things, or get into secrets. Still, it is going to
tell that I have things up my sleeves, and until this ends one way or
the other, it can go easy or hard for all of us, as I am not taking
prisoners, nor do I intend to be taken as one.
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
This
as you know is and always has been my problem. In case you might be
slightly interested, it is all of yours as well. Not space aliens,
who THEY can dream themselves to be. Not mean people around us, who
THEY are at many various times. Not machines failing or messing up,
as THEY become these machines and enjoy playing their games, not
diseases like cancer and heart and all manner of other sicknesses, as
THEY can dream themselves to become germs and viruses and tumors, and
then enjoy invading our bodies, injuring and killing us. 'I could go
on', Sabrina Sutherland Access Nation Magic Lantern. My point has
been made, so if you all wish and desire to remain in darkness, when
you have this great chance for illumination and revelation to all
other questions plaguing humankind for thousands of years, then go
ahead and be stupid cubed, sawn-U.
Soon,
it is blatantly obvious to an one celled creature that Spell Checker
always refuses to properly spell for me, I'll be back telling huge
things, for now, I'll finish out with a little more message to 001
and general information about just what did go down in 1986, it is
beyond astounding, and many of you only think you know it or GET IT.
You don't so read and learn, and enjoy. You won't get this on your
cable.
Nineteen-eighty-six,
a harmless number
on the surface, let us delve and dig a bit deeper however, shall
we??????????????????????????
“WOW”
********** Gee willagars, golly
gash darn, and Library of Congress, can it be true, it must be so,
Aunt Barbara, Jesus!!!!!!!!!!!!Years in bothy the past as well as the
future, this year stands boldly out in the middle, and we will not
really get specific iobn this blog, this is just another Morianity
new topic OPENER, and message for 001, pertaining to telling all the
ugly story of this time, and to the best of my spotted memory, how
lots of unexplainable stuff in 2012 all fits into this like a
perfectly smooth comfortable glove over a lovely woman's hand.
We
start where a lot of things should start, at the start, early in the
first sixth of the year, while I was employed at Wells Fargo where I
now have a checking account since they bought out the Wachovia Bank
recently. This is a very old American Security company, if you are a
fan of the DUKE and Marion, AKA Mister Wayne, certainly not me, you
all ready have seen the shoot outs and the stage coach robberies, and
know about my security company. They had me working at a place in New
Jersey called Bechtel Power Company, in Paulsboro, New Jersey, you
heard me you crashing symbolic cymbals, PAULS BORO. Throw in the
missing A to get PAULA'S BORO, and we get more than an additional
letter, A or O, Carrie Collins. Wow does this get good right away or
what folks, WHAAAAAAAA?
Only
serious DARK SHADOWS fans might remember that lovely blond back in
1840, I know I do, she was so beautiful that I fell for her the
minute I saw her in the show in 1970. But as for her remark about
weird and weirdo, and
additional vowels, let us get back now to not the additional “O”,
but the additional “A” “lovely” “one”. Things
tend to get smaller and disappear so easily in life, unless one is
very carefully looking for all the super sleuth clues, am I right?
In
any event, the additional A, Carrie my love. Yes boyhood crushes can
be strong, and this lovely girl on DARK SHADOWS was around my age,
perhaps a year or two younger at the most. In any event, A is a
missing letter from PAULSBORO, and this is a major missing clue to
the year of 1986. SARAH, along with her other identities do not hurt
for letter the 'A' in their names, and in addition, something
happened one night while at my security post at Bechtel Power in
Paulsboro without the additional-A, and this is gigantic. You would
say one of two things, I was visited by an extraterrestrial, or I am
nuts and crazy. Neither would be true, nor was I asleep, despite
'confessing' to napping there in-between my key rounds upon numerous
occasion. We're not all in your mighty league, Lenny Briscoe
Beethoven. This is how things begin in 1986, and yes, MORTY MORTINO
is back, this time uninvited as usual at 7:55 PM on my left side, it
was my right fucking side less than an hour ago earlier into this
blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DUH-HYUNDAI-TIME folks,
WHAAAAAAAA. How things later from here, all lead up to the beginning
of my roulette playing in Atlantic City, my going to New York City
with David Roth that night to see the musical group perform by the
name of, 'NEW SHOES' and meeting my daughter by pure chance, and then
the soon to follow song being written called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”,
followed by the “FIVE MONTH DREAM” THAT WAS SO POWERFUL, IT EVEN
GAVE THE STAR TREK FOLKS, THE IDEA TO DO THE RUSSICAN EPISODE, WITH
THE PROBE THAT TAKES OVER THE MIND OF CAPTAIN PICK A CARD, NOT
GAWNUMLY. This thing that happened on the 15th,
just less than two weeks following my trip into the city that never
sleeps, after 841-12th,
Frankie “PEE-CARD” CRASH-CRASH, Stephanie Taylor, but yes, there
is so much more, that I could write a book longer than a thousand
'HADDONWOOD' books, as was mentioned on a recent past blog, and yes,
I FUCKED UP, and MARK MOHR'S SARAH SONG is not the number given, I
boxed it by accident. My EXPLORATRON neighbors are shouting in the
hallway again at 8:07. Roach city, yes, life is fun for the kiddies,
and the 495 box cats, huh GAGA? Still, 97 and 102, where are you when
I need you now, Tony Zenun? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
Well,
when the entire story about 1986 comes out, very compressed of
course, but this will be your message, 001, so later on, just know it
will be up here. LIKE DUH!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, I have some real
total jerk off neighbors in this place.
SOSO-WEIN???????????????????????????
Nighty
night, one chance John McDowell from 1961, sir.
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!
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