SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0492
KINGSCREWEDNOOSHOO
SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY:
BEGINNING
BLOG:
I
will tell a few things now, and all I can do is try and be accurate,
I am certainly not god all mighty, in fact I am garbage all nothing,
if anything at all, but I'll try and put a few things together for a
little examination and scrutiny. First off, there are forces in the
world system that despise with a passion, anyone keeping accurate
records of anything. They want us to trust our very flawed memories,
as keeping people not only dumbed down as educational studies and
reports without any doubt have proven to be the case world wide
recently and especially in the non affluent areas and parts of the
United States, but also, memory forgotten. Reports and statistics of
basic things such as how well our children do in school tests, prove
the dumb down part of my report, but as for memory forgotten, let me
tell you from personal experience, this simple fact, LLLL. No, not
Letty, LLLL stands for Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Labrador Dogs. Yes
L4, DUH, four L's, whenever I try and keep records of anything in my
life, life worsens. When I get rid of records, it bounces back, not
enough to write home about and go shouting from rooftops of South
Carolina Avenue, but still, some marked difference.
Moving
us along now folks, a quick message to the 001 and family and even
Ann King, not that family, but this distant lovely woman. You see,
this needs reporting, because it is too major to not be blogged for
posterity, and an official record. She put me onto two great
television shows, that without living with her and having her show me
how cool they are, I never would watch them You need to understand
something about me folks. I am very unusual, oh that you all ready
know I am quite sure, but I refer to my entertainment habits. I do
enjoy the boob tube, I rarely surf the internet, I almost never
listen to the radio, and what I do watch on television, is either
educational or some show that proves and demonstrates to me, it has
incredibly extraordinary talent, and in recent times, my mind only
springs to one show, and that is “Law & Order”. It is off
now, they rerun it a little bit, but it did its cosmic job folks, and
all things in cosmos do just that, their cosmic job. You may think
otherwise, but all things all over the place, are tiny little numbers
all trying to solve one master cosmic equation of a sort, and I have
said this before, and am sure will be saying it again, when
appropriate. Hay, this is only my personal opinion, but thanks to the
mighty 1980 Mack Truck lady, AKA Michele Daniels of the RPL Sound
Studios of Camden, New Jersey; I am entitled to it. Why are you so
wonderful and benevolent to me, oh lovely 'Doctor'? You know, MD.
Aniwho peeps, Ann put me onto two other great shows, “The
Mentalist”, and “Ghost Whisperer”. I think that she and the
great family, all know a lot more about me than I will ever be
permitted to know about myself, but for numerous reasons, Ann in
fact, did put me onto these fantastic marvelous television shows, and
I am glad, or to this day, I would not be watching them. I am an old
dog since age 35, I thought of myself then as an old man who no
longer played with children, you know, anyone at all under my own
age, and began seeing a powerful new reality, that 35 was not my true
age, merely in an illusion that exists in an extremely limited number
of dimensions, half in fact, of the ones that count. I don't follow
stuff. If I had not been forced to lose all my worldly possessions, I
would just be getting around to watching a show I taped, with the
grown up Brady's doping some show, along with Donna Summer, back in
the early 90's. Time is very meaningless to me, as is life, and
death. I will be trying to die soon, in a new way, and if it works, I
will be gone and out of here forever. If it works like a thousand
times before, and I just wake up and it never happened, well, I'll
deal with that, at that other time, won't I folks? I live in a time
trail. I like to run years off and away from real time. It lessens
pain, and makes me not be as receptive to the mean nasty continual
cosmic messages from the true higher EW entities, known on subatomic
realms as the LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE BRIGGBASE, also known as a
condition, not a location, on this subatomic or ASTRAL PLANE. Anyone
with a mind can also see, that my fictional movie plot discusses a
few blogs back, show that the sixth dimension makes no distinction
whatsoever about machine mind or biologically produced mind, and that
the 13th Floor Syndrome or the TFS for a shortened
abbreviation, can always be substituted in place of what was just
told on this blog,m it works out either way, whether anyone likes
hearing this powerful truth or not, so sorry. If an 001 type of real
life character existed, it might be a little hard even with his giant
mental abilities, to accept and grasp these truths fully, but in
time, he would be forced to, he would simply not have a choice. Now I
am very tempted to tell some things that would turn the world upside
down for a while, but I have nothing to prove, and will not. Still, I
report that I am dying, and the Dow Jones does indeed fly up 200
points on that news. The problem is that once I am dead, and they
never again have me to play and mess with or injure and frighten, and
make my life hell, as that life is over and gone; it will eventually
sink in, that they and their entire world economy has no choice at
all either, but to totally collapses back to the point where it would
have been at that time, should this evil bunch of pricks had never
had me to injure and destroy in the first place, this is the simple
law of cosmic balance, and you will defy gravity before you
accomplish the defeat of this basic reality, I'll promise and
guarantee all of you concerning this matter. Still, you all just go
on believing whatever you want, and my feelings will not be hurt. I
am only hurt when I went out of my way to indwell Mark Mohr, as the
exploratron I am, and things did not work out. That was painful. All
other things pale and dim like candles in a giant warehouse area,
next to this. I will be leaving Mark Mohr soon, and allow him to get
back to his messed up sick life, returning him to where he will
wonder what the hell happened and why it is not early middle twenty
oh eight. He has let me know in no uncertain terms, to vacate his
life and stop this dual existence, or he will mentally cause his
health to fail to the point of physical death. My mother said a very
horrible mean thing to me in 1988. Now, my daughter who I love with
all of my heart, said something even meaner. As I told your drunk
cousin a while back, only with you I truly mean these words, “I am
very sorry that you feel that way, and I read it, and I got it, and
know it was you who said it. I am saddened beyond words, and will go
away and never ever darken the door steps of you or Herbert's cousin
ever again. I made this same promise to Cousin Callio, and she will
tell you, that I kept it with the one exception of showing one of
your less prominent career brothers, the inside of the great water
company, and she imprisoned us in her mighty compound for a minute or
so, just to flex her huge muscles, and show me who is the boss. Well,
I take a hint, and wish all of you only the best, I am gone, and out
of here. It pains and grieves me that you don't believe that I need
to find the answer to why this all had to happen to me, you are one
person who I would think would be understanding of such a dilemma,
life really is a surreal old dog, I have come to know this now,
beyond any doubt in my mind. What happened to me, would only be
appreciated by someone who had the same thing happen to them, and I
don't think the few measly billion people of the Planet Earth, gives
me anywhere near enough odds for me to even remotely hope for such a
possibility.
Now,
we can go back to discussing the recording of things that happen, and
its effects. First of all, Quantum Physics teaches that some effects
are part of just the process of first, observation, and then as well,
reporting and recording the observation onto some medium that is
capable of storing and retrieving it, paper, tape, digital codes, and
or whatever method would be employed. I no longer have the many 7,000
cassette tapes where the world would see a powerful truth that is
1000 times huger than all the UFO stuff, or anything out there at
all, but there is one person or one household who I fully know does
have all of these things. I am not offering a reward, first because I
have no money, and even if I had any, I won't be blackmailed or
cheated out of my own rightful stuff any longer. It is time I take
for myself, a little pride, hell if my gay cousins can have their dam
gay pride, well, GOD BLESS'EM but I am gonna' start having a little
self pride myself, even if I am only a mere old ugly weak no talent
heterosexual who is fat, short, stupid, and has 987 strikes against
him from the time he hit his mother fucking teens.
LLLL,
I could tell you a million things, but without proof, it will remain
the wild rantings of the freaking lunatic mad man MOUNTAINPEN, I'm
not stupid beyond the moron level, I do know this. Still, I have some
proofs despite the loss of my worldly goods. I met with Gawky last
night before I awakened for this day, not meaning to, and he took me
back to the last week in April, two April's ago, and allowed me to
see some really cool things. The world needs to know that I witnessed
something, something quite big, and you can shout it was a dream
'till Callio's cows come home and bring the Indian Goddess Kali along
with them, but I will tell this no matter what. A dude about 30 years
old with thick black hair who enjoys wearing very bright clothing, is
enjoying either a vet or some similar sports car, with the works and
more, price tag, you heard it right and this ain't no Lamborghini,
89,500 clam-shells. This was payoff number one, and this is all just
as a result of needing to stifle me in the spring of 2011. Multiple
millions changed hands just after that, in the corporate world, to
make some changes in the social networking system, things pertaining
to rules, practices, and along these lines, not excluding a vamped up
policing system of these new regs. Oh the story of late April of
eleven is far from order, so if intermission is needed, go pee or
poop and grab a candy bar or a soda or a carrot for those health
fans, and then come back ready to hear some more. A group of US and
UN forces, disguised and all ready infiltrated into the business
affairs of unmentioned folks, brought all kinds of phony documents,
along the lines of Trump attempting to ruin poor Obama and using this
smear campaign about his not being a citizen, and using me to do it,
you heard me folks. They think I am not onto all the dirty tricks
played in both Washington, as well as all over Corporate America, and
in the New York City UN Building. Well, think again LLLL. After the
infiltration, certain ties were made all over different area and
throughout different powerful clicks, and it was all done with one
single purpose, and for this, the most money so far yet was expended,
more than 895 million USD. The grand total now, roughly all things
considered, and ball-parked, one point four B-USD. That's some
serious cash just to keep me from my own wonderful daughter. So I a
left to ponder, why this had to be done, and them, I know that they
will indeed remove the body that I am inside of, it is weakening
fast, and if I do not go back to Krassleville, I will risk being too
weak to leave, and be trapped in a very ill and long lingering
unhealthy body. So I am leaving tonight, and when Mark Mohr awakens
on Saturday afternoon, he is going to wonder what the living hot shit
has happened to the past nearly five years of his life, why all his
stuff is gone, and why he is in the middle of doing these, by his
standards, stupid projects in recent music, something he never really
took seriously, and always was a mere hobbyist, enjoying writing and
singing and recording, and not sharing his personal stuff with a soul
for the most part. I'll leave him to his astonishment of where things
all are in his life now, and I'll leave others to be in an empty void
that will not strike them immediately, but when it sinks in, could
lead to a life long depression. This is because of many things, both
of us are old times at being accused of intentions and deeds not
deserved. We are not saying that Bruce Pennock does not tell it
straight and true, but we have been accused of things that seem cut
and dry, like with poor Eddie Lynch, who merely had his girlfriend
over to his trailer one day, and regretted that day for the rest of
his life. A lot of good people are misunderstood, prematurely judged,
and eventually totally hasted and despised. Mark will get his health
back within a year or less and be as good as new, with a very hazy
memory of things, despite reading these very words on his word
document in times to come, without me in there with him. After all,
he has a perfect right to get on with his life, he has had it all
taken away from him, and now I am robbing him of what he would
otherwise have been doing for 55 months or so give or take. There is
the man at the Calvin K place, there is the man who built the small
little thing that caused all of the problems for a city that had
enough, there is the entire club that all meets at the Briggbase and
then makes his poor life a living hell with endless poor taste fun
poking and yes, I know the wealthy arrogant highfaluting words like
crass and so many more, but don't have any desire to use them, I am
all ready nauseous enough.
Well
folks, it is 5:55, and also 55555555555555.
So
let me crash for the night, and try not to have too many dam
nightmares.
Oh
well, if I am to have them then I will, what can I say here, Mister
Jay Jay Evans, sir?
ENDING
BLOG, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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