SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0455
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LABS OF 2296 SEND-BACK-TEXT (SBT) DATFILE
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SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“SO
PEEPS WANT PLAIN ENGLISH ABOUT DIRECT AC AND 1983”
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
First
things first. If you are not reading these words clearly in font that
does not all run together and look pitiful and dumb, and is not in
color, and does not offer you an opportunity to link into posted
videos from my YOU TUBE channel, then by all means here, come to this
URL address:
For
two straight miserable days, the WOMO BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS or the
'LAMIST ASTRAL CULT', have used their ultimate tool and weapon, the
PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, to manipulate people and sheeple and situations and
shituations to their advantage, causing my dirt hole inconsiderate
and uncouth nabes from across the hall, to be extremely rude, crude,
noisy, and revolting. The attack began later however yesterday,
Thursday, than it did back on Wednesday, and went from about close to
four in the afternoon through around eleven or a bit past. This was
for the most part, a real carbon copy back to back two days,
beautiful lightning in the evening beginning in the afternoon with a
bright sky turning dark and foreboding within minutes and then
shortly thereafter exploding with displays of color and delicious
fractal designs, both bolting downwards as well as making incredible
lovely and unfathomably awesome ribbons in-between the ominous dark
clouds. Thank you Diana, for coming to see me every day,l my lovely
wonderful gorgeous LIGHTNING, IWALU times infinity. Also, more cramps
and bowel attacks are surrounding me, locked doors, and gates, and
chained and jammed signals all not McKinnon-1980-1983 withstanding.
Don't scream too loud Donna, I have learned from personal experience
that graves can open up, if one is not too careful Let us be so ever
canny with the cream, Aunt Maud Huntington Benjamin, potato teacups
and powerful exploratron supermind clubs and cults, all
notwithstanding, like Hyundai DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me also tell you that all my git bag nabes were very noisy all day
long. The next door guy was really at it as well, starting early, and
going strong until the storm got going big and made some lights
flicker. As for direct current and alternating currents in the world
of flowing electrons in controlled circuit channels, or electricity,
put somewhat colloquially, my fourth subtitle has nothing to do with
either one. The initials do not stand for the mighty Atlantic City,
New Jersey, either folks, WHAAAAAAAAA. So what could be left, say the
head scratchers, right about now? Well, try Alien Contact, yes, DAC,
or as Ed would come to call me in about another 23 lovely years, DOC,
and I know that library camera where the sumo wrestling teenaged punk
was fucking with me back in oh-Marola-freaking-six, snapped my photo
and I know my '' somehow was made privy to this, there can simply be
no other friggin' explanation. I really do deplore adding to your all
ready heavy baggage, but please know this, I may have always been
affinitized with the great New Jersey Swim Club called 'Haddonwood',
but I did not pull the wild deals off in that swimming pool. Things
happen to me, and you, and that as your distant cuzz said so well and
so often, MI, is what it is. In any case, so far it seems that I have
made this baggage heavier. I intend to lighten it shortly. You may
not think I am right or agree with me, but this is what I honestly am
trying to do, and without busting down a lot of closet doors and
getting it all out in the open with Beve's pop's car, nothing will
ever change, and speaking for me, that is simply unacceptable. I will
not go on playing this Jane slapper Monster Press Number Song Game,
tearing pages off of calendars over and over, and not getting to the
root cause, of our mutual heavy load.
I
am all through for now anyway, reminding anyone of how to use any of
my published systems, be them gamblibng and roulette oriented, the
GAWNUM, or the FASCITAR. This is all in my blogs, this one now, and
the one going back into early 2006 that is also at www.blogger.com/
and has a different URL than the one listred at the head of this
blog, and to find it, GOOGLE the name, “King Nebnooshoo”, not on
YOU TUBE, just plain GOOGLE it, and blogs that pop up there from my
posts, will be on both the new and old BLOGGER blogs, and once you
archive older blogs, you can use the controls to archive all the way
back to the start, or keyword search for stuff like FASCITAR, GAWNUM,
or PARALLEL EVENT ROULETTE, the system that I played in 1986 in
Atlantic City, and came within inches of breaking a 2000 ear old
family curse, the great feared and revered HUNTINGTON CURSE, not to
be confused with another HUNTINGTON CURSE that is also up on the
internet, as is a bit more well known and recognized, by the public
view and authority. I did not come here as the me that I am in this
current lifetime, to try and change the world, merely to enlighten it
for those that just may care to be enlightened.
If
you do not want me to do what I am planning to do over the next few
months, don't call the cousin, either one of them, please. The one
down here is quite unaffiliated with his cousin who was nothing more
than a gas pump dude in Jersey, and knifed TB after he helped him
become a great world renown RS or RA, whatever. Also, PLEASE don't
call your twin in EHC, NJ, as I don't want to have to marry here and
take her to PR, and you know how I feel about my word and my honesty
not to be a truce breaker. When I promise, I do my best to keep it.
Just call and let my engineer know that you don't want me to do it,
and we will stop doing it. Personally, I feel that the only way to
get World Labs off of my back, so I can rest in peace in the grave,
is to finish this final project. Still, you rule, ''.
Where
are you when I need you, Kenny Fudge??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!Oh we'hell,
what can I say here JAY JAY EVANS??????????
Several
things that WOMO refuses to ever deal with, now or later, so it seems
to me at least, in my humble Michelle Daniels opinion at least; is
after I am gone, one way or the other, I proved what I said to any of
you that understand mathematical algorithms, statistical computation,
and basic finance on Wall Street and even Main Street Banking for
that matter; the deal with 750-1500-3000-6000-12000, and the years of
connection into this that are separated by eight. Without my physical
interaction with your persecution, the numbers that match this
correlation do not even closely match as we go back to the start of
Wall Street investing, and moving forward in time, once I am not here
to kick around any longer, it has to collapse as far as maintaining
this eight year rhythm cycle starting with 750 points in the year
1979, then proceeding to 1987, 1995, 2003, and 2011. The 2019 year if
I am here to keep persecuting so monstrously, doubles to 24000 points
from 12000, and then then in eight more years in the year of 2027, it
doubles to 48,000 points. I believe in this scale whole heartedly.
But once I am dead and gone, as I will be before the next cycle is
reached and achieved in the year of 2035, as I will die on June 24th
in 2031, so whether light, is or is not, time's reflection, and
whether I am recognized for this before my death, in the Wildpress
Press and other media sources around the world, won't matter. Once I
am gone, the level of doubling 48000 up to 96,000 points, never can
get around to happening. This same quantum reality, matched my life
journal cassette tape numbers all through the eighties and nineties
and twenty-ohs, with the points on the Dow Jones Industrial Averages,
making events need to happen, many horrible ones, so that more tapes
would be needed to record all of the necessary voluminous data, and
this is when I knew I had to end my LIFE JOURNAL ON CASSETTE TAPE,
and did so. Since then, sort of a cap has been placed on this quanta
measurement of hyper dimensional reality in the world of investments
and Wall Street, and every mother fucking Builder Hamburger Hummer
and Bohemian Blow-Humming dick-licker of power, fully knows all of
this; and knows this gigantic secret, that needed to come out on this
exact 15th day of June in 2012. This is what roger told me
to make sure I printed and blogged, all the way back in the year of
2009 back in New Jersey, so hay old buddy, here it is, read it. Well,
Colaman, if your stepdaughter calls my engineer within ten days or
so, I will terminate the one project that just may end all of this,
without my being tormented and tortured until 19 more years have come
and gone, from here to the Library of congress, in the other great
city up in the north. Are you in jail, or out and reading this, and
need to be in jail for doing just that, old pal, Ed? For that matter,
where are all the wonderful folks that all were so instrumental in
cleaning my freaking clock? I sure wonder what was on the flip side
of Journal Tape number seventeen hundred something? Please don't ever
send it to AQUARIUS, one DS is enough for me per lifetime cycle.
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