SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0423
KING
NEBNOOSHOO ON A TUESDAY LATE EVENING
WL-SBT-DATFILE:
050812.946.555555555555
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL OF EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR
“WHEN
NEIGHBORHOOD SHIT IS BAD, ONE MUST MOVE”
©
2006-2012 MWM/MWM/MF-2/BOM
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NJ
VOLUNTARY
OATH OF SWORN LEGAL TRUTH, UNDER FULL PENANTIES OF LIBEL
AND PERJURY
STARTING
OF BLOG:
Well
ladies and gentlemen, I know you cannot run away of yourself or ones
own problems that seemingly attach to many of us with lifelong
pursuits; but in my case, there still is always a flip side to one
coin here. This is that if you live a year or more at some place, and
it just keeps getting worse and worse, you do need to move the ef out
of there. As I begin this blog, another famous FIRE ALARM, I know was
totally intentionally set off by enemy neighbors, on this sixth
floor. Also, I came to learn very recently, about the two relatively
new folks from the two apartments tat face the south side of the
building, across the hallway from me, and that is that they are
friends, very weird lifestyles that is not real PC for me to get
intro, and no I am not referring to any kind of sex preference stuff,
as to me, I don't care what you door behind your closed door, unless
it is adversely effecting my mode and style of general life, in my
personal space and abode, and in this place, you can bet your Annie
Dreamfields as well as your Brit Petrol IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Really I could use the 1986 song with its lyrical emphasis as well in
all of this, as I am talking about certain disgusting rotten nabes,
and yes, effect me negatively, “THEY DO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
B4I
get into events of the past two day just a little bit, as this blog
will be more of a TWEETY-BIRD than a long hoagie blog, let me say a
few things, and first, it is 4 minutes shy of eleven and the fire
persons are here, and have the alarm off and the crap under control,
whoopee I-O-KI-A. This is late Tuesday night now, but yesterday,
Monday; things were not bad. Today however, my NUT CASE WHACK JOB
NABES or for quicker future usage, my freaking (NCWJN) and also
pronounceable as my 'nikwijin', have BEEN ANNOYINGLY NOISY TODAY. All
day, it starts at 6 or so in the morning when it is gonna' be a bad
friggin' time or day with these nikwijin dick heads, and as it did
this day. It is an all day slam bang, hollering in the halls kind of
a day. It is not just one, but two apartments, they both are friends
from BEFORE coming to here, so this has to be A PLOT, that was
organized by my ENEMIES. Someone else in the building recently
informed me about a few things with these dirt back nikwijin's. I am
not making it up, and neither is this source, that will remain
nameless for obvious reasons, to protect both that person, as well as
myself, for incurring even more harm and crap. But you must believe
one powerful; truth here, or why are you even reading the BOM or
MORIANITY? Here we gfo again, the fire alarm is back going off at six
minutes past eleven. The fire persons and their truck is still on the
premises. Now it stopped again, this is totally emmereffing
kateydeekulous, giant queen of the fast ice cream worlds of 1997.
Also, I am getting a crap attack out of nowhere, so the entire thing,
all of this can only be pulled off from a transdimensional group of
asleep dreamers that have control over their doppelganger bodies, as
well as many other abilities or technologies that can cause my
situation in here, simultaneously with the junk around me. We of
course are again discussing the mighty wonderful and quite awesome
subject, of exploratronics. In lots of 2010 and 2011 blogs, I spoke
more about just the main exploratron in my life, Paula, or a parallel
universe Paula dream controlling into her doppelganger here in this
reality. I used the medical word and term, when discussing this,
called somnambulism. I will not be using it any more. It does apply,
but it is today's caveman rationale of what is really going on in a
far greater big-picture scenario, called ES, (EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND). Yes folks, all day long, these ass holes have been
annoying me, and it is something that I can emmereffing count on at
least twice weekly or nearly ten times monthly, and this is just too
frequent for me to remain here in this building, unless I can find a
way to get these total PIGS evicted. I KNOW they brought my roaches
into my apartment, because this problem never existed in all the time
that I lived here prior to their arrival shortly shy of the Christmas
Holidays, and things were bad, but nowhere like this, back in those
autumn days of last year. The proof that this HUNTINGTON CURSE is
totally real, is that ED LYNCH turned out to have lied to me,
promising me that a web site would give a chance to prove my
situation and condition, and it did not, neither my six plus year
blogging career, or my MORIANITY-FOUNDATION website, now gone the way
of the four winds, ever did this. Ed claimed to have an intelligence
Quotient equal to Albert Einstein, so what happened, Einstein-2? More
stuff that, “You just cannot explain, in my life, great one”? Am
I really that “shocked or surprised”, Radio Donna Hallway
interconnected exploratronic Christmas crap??????????????????????????
Well, this will most definitely be further explored, at Ron's, and on
the future blogs, and here we go again, I guess this mother fucking
fire alarm bullshit is going to persist all fucking night long, I am
calling many various authorities tomorrow morning, this is utter
nonsense, and yes, it stopped again, are they really going to fucking
test these alarms at eleven at night, ARE YOU MOTHER FUCKING SERIOUS
YOU BUTT WIPE LOONIES?????????????????????????? Yes TODAY WAS A REAL
FUCKING CUNT SUPER BOTBAR DAY, Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Labrador
dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus frekkin' Christ All Mighty
God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll
be getting big super time into ICPE, how this enemy has destroyed me
with this totally covert black operational weapon since 1986, my 1983
glandular condition that also, EDDIE, has no rational explanation,
until the entire bigger picture is viewed of course that spans about
thirty-one decades in the fourth friggin' dimension. Wo, Tony Zenun.
Yes, the GIFLIES and the Konrad Beer Distributors on Delsea Drive or
Jersey's somewhat famous Route-47 will also be more thoroughly
explored in upcoming blog works, folks,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MICROSUCKS ass holes cannot
spell the state of Rhode Island properly, Gates and Dell and all you
ass holes, why does the Hell-Wrecker not recognize this state in our
great country, you double dumb ass Kirk Shatner Rock
Equations???????????????????????? Somebody really fell down on the
job, I saw it correctly spelled last night on the MODERN MARVELS show
on the H-2 Channel of Comcast Cable, it is RHODE, and on a recent
blog, the red wavy lines insisted I spell it RODE, well no more, you
cunt lapping dumb ass computer software, Buttwipe Mike Dell, and all
of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, for
causing me this hell today, let me tell you that I only opened the
GIFLIES OF HADDONWOOD SWIMMING CLUB in Deptford, New Jersey, USAESMWG
up back on my blog of October the 5th in 2008. I also only
started telling about the security force from their neighboring
property, the beer distributor, and how I was contacted by the
security chief after he retired, and was told that he personally knew
that huge giant black flies that were five times the size of horse
flies, were literally dropped in hordes out of low flying aircraft,
and that their video tape zooming films had this captured, right down
to how they came straight at me, and only me, and tried to eat me
alive, in the Haddonwood outdoor swimming pool back in July and
August of the year of 1996, and then POOF MERLIN, the club shut down
one day with no notice, BANG, and Tony kept a lot of my money, the
crook, but then, this runs in this wonderful major distant offshoot
of a very very very powerful and world renown family from
Massachusetts, keep your hands in your pockets around them,
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will bet that the
perpetrators of these mini-android giant flies that I call either
part of the MINIDROID-ARMY of super ultra top secret military
black-ops, or GIFLIES, both ® made up by me, and registered now
since this blog is © protected as well, but yes, that they had no
clue that a roof surveillance system fro Konrad Beer, was taking
photo zooms of the most wild incident on Planet Earth. Yes, these
videos did survive the trip to Florida, that were sent to me at the
kidnapped address I lived at, Judge Frank Raso's home in
Blueberryville or Hammonton, New Jersey, not that he knew anything of
this wild plot, but the KING FAMILY sure were all part of this
nightmare and total destruction of my entire fucking ass life,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The way I see it, shortly, I will post these
things on the YOUTUBe, despite the identity LABBER-YES man telling me
that if I do, my daughter will have my head. Hay, if she wants my
head, what the heck, she can have it, old pal. But I will say this,
shit is going to be happening all around the world, and maybe the
entire planet will blow up, if things do not change, and these WOMO
enemies don't stop destroying every fucking day and year of my entire
mother fucking life.
To
answer a powerful question that I totally believe WAS being asked of
me, I don't know if it is or not, as I had no control over writing
any of those 1981-1988 song lyrics, and especially the ones in 1983,
and the math and dates do seem to add up quite incredibly, and I hate
that stinking high sound on that rotten Nissan Commercial at the end.
Where did you ever get that annoying shit, from the glittering
booming casinos of Mister Delirium Tremors?
As
far as I am concerned, this is just more MI-RSUS-MD parlor trickery,
done with the simple magic trickery of what else but EXPLORATRONICS?
Now I answered 003, maybe, and maybe now for 001's query, or my
response to their telling me what I may have had all along. You dudes
and duddesses are quite smart, I'll sure give you that. The only thin
g unanswered is why the Astral plane is so full of game playing gods.
I did my best to say it must be to pass the eternal existence, I
cannot do better than this, what if my answer is wrong? If so, then
all of Morianity is basically freaking ass worthless, as its
teachings are all integrally connected with this truth after all.
HUGE COMPUTER HACKING HAS STARTED AT TEN MINUTES SHY OF MIDNIGHT for
the official record. My problems are not ever going to go away,
because I cannot fight the ES, and I know it. I cannot fight a
technology that may not be as humans today think of it exactly, yet
might as well by their ideas and concepts of it presently, called
TIME TRAVEL. Here is a powerful thing that I cannot tell this world
in any real detail. I did not lie, or really mislead anyone
intentionally, but I cannot tell about field travel details in 2012
in this world today, or I'd be kidnapped and taken to the Buzz Island
of P-12, and all of Donna Summer Forrest's drones would not be around
to prove or disprove that the event ever happened. Oh what a HATE
PAGE he/she/whatever, created. My wonderful daughter likes
Congressman Andrews a lot, and did a long time ago even at the
Shipyard. I cannot say any more than this, or that I am indeed able
to transcend and bend real world space-time, but THEY know I can, as
all the exploratron activity in the multiverse, does not rationally
explain everything, I have my whittle secrets too, and some will be
told, after I move out of this hell hole high rise dungeon, huh
Doctor Draggon of Atco Diaper Depends Dress Shop???????????????
************D-U-H************!!
THANK
YOU LIGHTNING MY LOVE (DIANA), FOR COMING OVER TODAY, TO VISIT WUITH
ME. I WILL LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY, MY BABY
BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
Diana had not come over, I might have been in some very serious
trouble. It is not a b ig deal to fly an airplane in 2000 or 2012,
but it would have been in 1896 when Sarah Karge was born in Trenton,
New Jersey. Creating a McGuire Hole in the middle of my apartment
might seem wild or impossible to NASA peeps today, but if Diana had
not come over and helped me remove what I did, my ass would be very
green grass, shotguns and supermen and unhealthy Jimmy Olson's and
all. Race on, Android ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
OF THIS BWOG.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Keep shouting assholes, the police are a phone call away,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!
No comments:
Post a Comment