SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 434
KING
NEBNOOSHOO
MAY
21, 2012, 7:11 AM
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Life
is a bowl of cherries, poison ones. It is a real party, with sour ice
cream, poison cake, and on the take judges, never there to make my
party time anything but a crying time. It looks, Copyright Office,
like the light switch broke all over me, as it is me that feels the
darkness in the day, and all my smiles that faded away, and all my
tomorrows that are empty skies of gray. All mace cans seem to have a
secret nozzle that sprays the wrong way, and all prophets named
Mountainpen seem to know in advance how parents will meet their
dooms, how incidents happen in hospitals that could never be made up
out of the sick twisted minds of Hollywood personnel, and on I could
go, with my very messed up mind. No one can fix me I am broken far
beyond repair. I suck, and I am a no good rotten worthless pile of
crap, at least, I know it, and that is more than a few other folks
who may well be in my shoes without knowing it.
Coming to Florida was a major
mistake, but then before that, so was getting involved with the KING
FAMILY. Before that, so was ever going to Atlantic city, New Jersey.
Before that so was getting myself cunt lapping fucking born in the
first place.
Donna
told me some incredible stuff, over at Ricktown Manner, and it
started with the great Akoslem City banker, Jack McCoy, peering into
the window again, of the library outer area facing the Tiny Ziegler
Falls Park on the RM property. The last time Banker McCoy was doing
this, I was dreaming it was 2006 if my memory is half way working.
Here is the essence
in a compressed nutshell, to many things. She signaled McCoy to come
in, and the three of us had a large pot of black raspberry tea and
were seated at a large round table with some pastries and tea, and
McCoy started the conversation. He told me that I am humanly blocking
out many things, and if the Venka Strong girl from March of 1970 at
Mrs. Woods' Art Room at school, was the only thing that I was
blocking out, it would be a brand new world for me, his exact words.
He went onto tell me that the human world is made up of time groups
for reasons, the main one being based on the leap year that occurs
every four years. Presidential elections, the Olympics, and other
important large items, follow suit with these four year cycles as
well, he said. Then Donna looked over at him while pouring her second
cup of tea and enthusiastically enjoying a long pastry item loaded
with multiple color sugars thickly spread on one side. She went onto
tell me that somebody came over to me at school, and told me to
hypnotize the student named John Zane, and actually told me what to
say and how to say it, and to take a stick that had a shiny surface,
and flash it in front of him and swing it slowly steadily back and
forth. This was a major incident in my life, she said, far greater
than the fantastic asterisk chemtrail from four months earlier in
middle December of 1969, and even greater than the appearance of the
Christmas angel who was singing in the Cooley Hall Lobby area. The
next large event soon to follow was the Memorial Day School play that
Marola insisted I be in, I had gotten that correct so it seems, but
had forgotten the importance to Mister Sutter, grandson of the famous
Sutter from Sutter's Mill, a historical event in the United States of
America. This dude taught the Wood-shop Class, and there is where I
made my strong box that later held the chain and the Book of Beach
that were stolen and burned, by Sarah and Russel, just a fortnight
before the end of the year of 1969. The powerful direct total solar
eclipse on the following March, and my naming my designed large speed
boat after the event, was a History Marker, and also a later used
word by the great King Family, to control a post hypnotic suggestion
over me, the name of this boat, SUNRAM. Sure enough in early 1995, at
the clinic of Doctor Mark Wolf, under another hypnotherapy trance
induced by the doctor, the first things out of my mouth for no good
reason after saying that I was never born, were both SUNRAM, and
ATLANTIC CITY. The partner of Doctor Wolf was very frightened of me I
later came to find out, and convinced his partner not to want to work
on my case any longer, it had nothing to do with smoking, and how
that rumor ever got started is as big a mystery to me as why people
sit all day burning up under a nuclear reactor called the sun, frying
their skin forever. Still, if I could ever break the looping chain of
RPL and Ernie Merker, US © Office from 1983, I would be on my way,
without needing to take either of my daughters to see a bunch of
fish, great ones, shell ones, or what have you.
Donna told me that
when the god Myrathus over at Griffin Pipe in Florence Township, New
Jersey, told me he had a friend who was high up in the museum and
antique business who was fascinated by unusual items, especially
unknown works of any kind of artists, and I handed him a copy of
Karen Carpenter doing a totally unknown song with just a guitar
accompaniment, he told me he would take it to him and if I could
produce the master that was a 33-album that I had since that day when
Mike Walter gave me all those overage file records that were going to
be tossed into the trash the very next day, that he would talk to me
about many other items that he might want to place in his museum, in
a musical and artists area of unknown works by great musical artists.
I had millions of things, as the studio had planned on literally
throwing out a gold mine of treasures. Also, even before I worked
there, I had a lot of stuff like this, things just tend to happen to
me. About two weeks before this Myrathus dude and myself had a
falling out one morning over a total misunderstanding, and after
three months of this process of waiting for this man to get back to
him, from the west coast someplace; he came in one day and said that
'Johnny' had called him, I make a name at random for safety purposes;
and said he would be mailing the cassette tape back to him and that
his museum had burned down, and it was a set fire, and that he had
been told not to deal with whoever owned that Carpenter tape.
Myrathus admitted this to me. Another pants not going down to the
proper length story, if I need to make this connection myself, only
this was up in late 2004 somewhere, the shoes and pants deal was in
late 1988. Things never change for poor time warp Charlie, and then
it is always me that's at fault, as if I am perpetrating all of this.
Things like this verified beyond all doubt as the nineties closed
out, that there is no god, not the way these silly fucking churches
worship and believe in this deity anyway, it is the hugest hoax horse
shit in the star system.
One of the female
guards, telephoned me a year after I no longer worked up there, and
wanted to go out with me, out of the blue. The WOMO enemy did
something to the connection on the telephone so that my voice mail
did not catch one digit of her phone number, so I decided to take her
up on her offer, as she was very attractive and hot, and also seemed
to know a little about my problems, and even told me that her
daughter Amanda had been indirectly threatened by the FBI if she
remained my friend and tried to help me with her New Jersey State
Police connections, as she was an employee in some non law
enforcement patrol person capacity, she left it vague, but I had it
checked out, and it was not some fake story. Anyway, I began dialing
the ten possible digits to her number, as one had to be the right
one. When I got to the third try, going orderly from 1-9, the digit-2
I believe, a man answered and told me, “No this is not the Harris
residence, but you have reached the right number Mister Mohr”. It
was the owner of the museum, and he had moved to the area of Griffin
Pipe, as he was born and raised there, and knew Myrathus as a boy. He
told me that the Lambrigger people want to know how I know Mariah
Carey from the past, and will do what they have to extract this
information from me, he even right out threatened that they are
planning to wipe out your entire life and that it's all going to be
right around the corner unless I tell him right now what they want to
know. I paused a solid half minute if my memory is correct, until he
said, are you still there, Mr. Mohr? I tried hard to tell him that I
had no idea what he was talking about, that I had a few unknown works
of musicians and performers, nothing from her however, and before I
could get one more word out of my mouth, he laughed so loudly over
the phone that I jerked the receiver a few inches out away from my
left ear. I remember this clear as a bell today as though it is going
down live right now. He finally stopped laughing and said when you
stop lying, you'll be better off pal. I begged him to let me get
together and talk directly to him, and told him how Myrathus (Steve
Murray) as he knew him as humanly, was not very nice and had accused
me of making a phone call to his house and saying something that made
him explode in anger the next morning, and that all I was interested
in with all of this from the go-bat, was to offer this, at a fair
price, to his museum, and that he told me you told him it had burned
down. NO, NO, he said, That was not what I told him. He went onto
finish the next thing he wanted to say at that point. He said, I told
him I cannot deal with him because he is from 2301 and is back here
fracturing the walls. I had no idea what this was about, and still
can only take a few pot shot guesses, guests and guessing games of
Pearl-fields and Harbors, all notwithstanding. He then told me
quickly, Do you remember the room, and the interrogation, at all? I
thought I would shit in my pajamas when he said that. Did you forget
that Mister Jenlow from the North Shore told you that life as you
know it, is going to be wiped out, unless you cooperate and tell why
did you did so many horrible things as Labber Zeejins. We have
machines that can bring you back to the lab anytime we want you. This
was the final thing he said and then, just click, he was off the
phone and gone. I tried calling him back, and the recording came on
from the phone company, that this number is out of service. I've
heard that there is a software program that can do these parlor
tricks, MY problem is that I am surrounded by tricks and tricksters,
and then it seems like everyone wants to pump me. OK, it is all up on
my blogs. I told what I did, now you figure it out. I just figured
with this Johnny character, who would believe the DC love slaves
story. Even I find it a stretch of the mind, and I was, or should I
say, will be, complicit in this horrific crime. If only there really
was a GAMES EXPERT pipe repairman in this dimension. Maybe then, sir
001, I would not have had my major general-breakdown in 1994 and gone
onto the Social Security Disability System. In any event, there is no
musicians sike ward, just a laboratory nearly 300 years away, so
don't even try and poke around with this. I should not have done a
lot of things but I needed to prove things, and I did prove them. To
that end, I'm quite freaking satisfied, thank you sir Pat. Keep those
nasty hurricanes off your Virginia Beaches there, old pal. If it
weren't for you in 1979, there would be no RPL for me, no Ernie, no
time loops, no nothing as Diana shouted at me over the phone, when it
was totally disconnected from the outside world, huh Miss Blake from
AT&T?
The end of the
experience at the Manor was when I told McCoy not to peak inside my
windows any more, that I had returned all of the one trillion towers
to the First Akoslem Bank, and that the other 499 trillion was
forever stolen by the Briggbase Cult, the one third and the evil
third of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, or the AWA, Astral World Authority.
He laughed hard, and finally so did Donna, and I sat there while they
laughed, finally they stopped laughing. Donna took my right hand in
hers, and quietly almost whispered to me, the 499 trillion lost
caused you to have a very bad dream where you met the Kings and were
blogging and you ended up down in Florida, with the clothes on your
back. That was a real bad dream because of this loss here, try to
stop dreaming about it. I said, right, like I have a choice. Then
McCoy looked down at the table and there was a gerbil in his hand
that he was picking up and petting it with his other hand. He looked
up into my eyes and said, nighty night Marcus Aurelius. One second
later I awoke here and it was around six this morning. It seems MC is
right, there is no escape from any of this. At least she did not beat
me up.
“Ain't life
grand”, as David Roth used to say to me so often back in time? If I
ask my kid, what's she gonna' say, “I don't know”?
Well
world, the hell with everything, screw it all. I have tried and
tried, and ended up slaughtered and wrecked.
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