Tuesday, July 17, 2012

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0479, KG NOO








SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0479

KING NEBHUNTINGTONCURSEDNOOSHOO

WL-SBT-DATFILE: 071712.976

TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO

BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:

PLEASE GOD DAM HELP ME OLD SCHOOL CHUM BOB MCDOWELL, FCC”

© 2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR/BOM/MF-2/MW MOUNTAINPEN





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LLLL or L4, or LADS, LASSIES, LABBERS, AND LABRADOR DOGS, this was not a real good day, but yes folks, I have seen worse, still, this was what old blogs before these now posted ones at this new and second blog at Blogger dot com, used to refer as “WEIRD DAY”, yes sir and mahm, this would go under the category of WEIRD DAY, without my even so much as freaking batting a dam eyelid. Speaking of eyelids, I saw my eye doctor today, and within less than a week, I'll receive a call from them to come over and pick up my new glasses. Actually, my enemies did me a favor, because the others, as Terry the Egghead from the Jersey Harbors said back in 2007, the other frames were a bit odd looking, and if any of you ever saw me wearing glasses from my HARVEST PHOTO, these were not the ones, the ones that know-it-all Terry made no bones about hating so much, are forever gone now, since June 17th, a month ago to this very day here in July, as a result of my being robbed on the Houston Nightmare Beaches of Florida.



Mister McDowell, FCC, SIR, I unplugged my computer modem, they are freezing and crashing me, they are fucking with me, and a while back, just more than an ago actually, I was watching the news on television, and pow, some mother fucking entity or something, made my television set just go off out of the blue. It is an old style set with no feature to set it for any auto shut offs such as if you want it to go off say in half an hour while you are falling to sleep to some any-show. This IS BEING DONE BY A POWERFUL FUCKING ELECTRONIC HACKER. I have told how the NJ DEVILS, or the 177th Air-Wing of the Air-Force in Pomona, New Jersey, is known for playing games with people, and think annoying and messing with fucking folks is funny, one target being the Holy Spirit High School. I always knew that there was an incredible connection somehow, into the High School Musical Disney fucking bullshit, and I still don't claim to have it all figure out, Chicky and Nicky; but I may not be as dumb as all of you think I am. As soon as I saw the map area of the doctor back in 1984, and no it was not an endocrinologist, but was an ear, nose, throat specialist, back in March in 1984, in Northeast Philly, and not that far from the future incident in a decade, at the Friendly Ice Cream Enemy Place, across from Ross Dress Shop. One big bang my asshole, Jason fucking Forrest of WFM Aquarius U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes this Air Force place messed with the HSHS Amateur Radio Club a lot, and if it has not been totally sanitized out, you may be able to do more than just take my mother fucking word for shit peeps, YO. Bob, FCC, PLEASE GOD DAM HELP ME, THIS IS REALLY ON MY LAST FUCKING DAWN KING NERVE, BRAHHHHHH!





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Yes peeps, I went to my eye dock and had no incident on the trip there and back, THAT I CAN REMEMBER ANYWAY, that was bad, I did have my beautiful LIGHTNING come right to me at the Winn Dixie Parking Lot after coming out with my shopping cart. I needed some juices, without the following singing females, TEE HEE HEE LILLY SHIPYARDS ANDREWS MUNSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things began for me when I looked up the map and remembered that I went to a ENT Specialist in 1984, a what????????????????????????????????????? You know folks, you can insist that I over do things, but a hell of a lot of folks love to really ass under do stuff, call me a diagnosed saradroid all you want to, my feelings will not be bruised, and I can get along smiling quite well, so laugh and laugh and laugh folks. Wait a minute, I think I see a stair chase going on up on Long Island, NYUSAESMWG. Wow, real funny. The minute that I saw the map, and saw other things, I was able to clearly recall all of it at the office, just not the trip, despite my carefully following Labber-MY's instructions to get there after taking the Tacony Palmyra Bridge and getting onto I-95.

Quantum Physics does not lie, and the formulas are there somewhere, proving a lot of the hell that I have endured for a very lengthy time, yet not so lengthy, that it is impossible to be so due to Scylla's human age being too young. LOOK WHAT I DID AS A CHILD, FROM MIRRORS TO FIREBOATS TO PHONE CALLS TO CLAYTON APARTMENT TRASHINGM, AND ON I COULD GO L4.



In any event, let us discuss all of this as rationally as level headed as my current anger levels permit me to do so. If I was in Anger Management Class or another of so many AMC's, I would be just about around a perpetual rated anger level ten these past days, weeks, and months, this is truly, Mack fucking counselor Camping Kaiter, REDEEEEEEEEEEEQQQQULOUS if I do have to say so myself.



















Yes, my noisy neighbors have been worse, but this week, they are getting a bit annoying again, with their yelling and doors and lots of extra peeps all around. Even right now on this early Tuesday fucking morning, I hear their bull shit at 5 past mid fucking night.



L4, this was a bad day with a lot of shit. Still, I feel that one for one is not a bad deal. I had hoped my old counselor was indeed, putting himself in a position to help me as he said, should I not follow his advice, and get myself hypnotized in early 2006, by Doctor Mark Wolf of Moorestown, New Jersey, but even though this bombed out, the other deal tells me I am probably not wrong, as why would somebody just put up an account, and then vanish away? This makes more sense, still, breath echos and copyright offices of 1988 and all, “who can really ever know”?????????????















There is a weird theory in the world of advanced particle physics, and this if you add what I know about the dream-world being a vast parallel universe hyperspace, really can explain it all. This does not lower the piss-off level, it just fucking ass explains dam shit, folks. Learning your child just got a string of 'F' grades in school is a new learning experience, but you are ready to holler and reach for a shoe. Now, my point is this L4. I cannot ever say just precisely what I want to, unless I am on a private journal. Nothing however is ever really SAFE, PRIVATE, or otherwise, just allowing a level of comfort in an illusion. Magic tricks and illusions make big careers for the top acts, just as with any EW acts, be it in theater or musical, or what have you. Every time Patty Jane pulls that 9-Diamonds and Ace-Spades trick on that wonderful television show, “The Mentalist”, I remember nothing at first, then with no conscious mind or memory, I always see an ace of spaces in my head. Then as fans of this show most likely know, it is the real powerful of the two cards before all is said and done. Nice going, Mister Jane Games Expert Pipe Repairman ant Dellway Arms on 'Oakland' Street. Tell me it does not all perfectly keep fitting together as smooth as a 100% geometrically fitting glove over a fashion model lady on a dam runway. Just tell me, I'll not agree, but you are free to tell me.









I rewrite a cool 1983 song in 2012 in lyrical content, about a greedy fisherman getting his just desert and how yin and yang always will win out eventually, and it seems that there has been one big fish story after another, true fish stories, such as shark and gator attacks, not just here in Florida but all the hekll over the dam globe peeps. WOW if this is not all included somehow and somewhere in Weird-Theory, or if Carrie Stokes had her way, and I was in error when I called her Collins on the last blog talking about her from the great “Dark Shadows” hit daytime soap show of yesteryear, but she might call this wild Quantum Dynamic, a part of Weirdo Theorio, rather than theorist. I will need to get some kind of a digital camera over to the South Beach Jetty, and do this up right, because if I am going to create a recording like this, it needs to compliment the greatest angel in the known creation, I just call her Scylla, since she sang Love Is For Carpenters to me, at the age of ten, and appearing twenty-two. Watergate Jacobson, Medical Centers, and previews of coming attractions, well yes, saying all this makes me also tell that I have never ever had this many HEBREW DEATH ANGEL'S around me as I've had this year in monstrous ass 2012, close, but no dam ass cigar, BRO.



Ed did not lie, he misjudged. Ann in my opinion directly told me a tale that was off in time by decades and decades. If I am ever proven wrong on all of this, I will be writing hundreds of new apology freaking songs. Let me whisper out Sarah's name and remember, not to forget it, after leaving the bar, that sure had some effect a few years later, or is this another future apology for me, oh darling wonderful Planet Earth???????????????????





Hay man, did I really just dream the highway house, or go there and be made to forget, as with so many other times down in good old frickin' Atlantic City and 10-SC Avenue? Did I really dream the October five, oh eight deal, or was I walking with my cousins, and the dogs, and follow a two year old through a fence opening? How can so many things have happened, and just be me being a nut case, that is really all I ask of the judging world reading the BOM. Could you deal with so much wild crap, and be one bit sane yourself, I mean I already know that answer, this was merely a rhetorical dam question.

















I told you I would ask GAGA KITTY MEOW 495-594, why this all started today as soon as I looked at those two tghings on my PC, and then shut down, and POW, I was instantly assaulted. MY ANSWER WAS as you can somewhat expect, PCN-981. You work out some things, stuff you think might be the case here, and see if the root numbers are not 98, Mizz Stephanie Carpenter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











The things that I have witnessed in my short less than sixty year human lifetime as my current self, MWM, would make Hawking and all of the great world Labbers, lose it and as Lobo might say back late in the 60's when I believe he almost electrocuted himself accidentally, and saw Diana, but never admitted it, Ben Stone Robin Hill Robinnette, and other expert judge shoppers; yes, they would all fall right OFF THEIR CHAIR, you as well, STEVE!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, right, I leave the school at the end of January of 1973 to attend the computer school at the Cherry Hill Mall, just down a ways from the Ellisberg Circle, Mister Queen Crown, and then the entire Philadelphia News System brings in cameras, and all of a sudden, they all wanna' know all about the place, even interviewing one of the gorgeous young ladies that had a real powerful crush on me, lovely Laurel. I DON'T FORGET SQUAT, L4, NOT SQUAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Well, what exactly happened in 1983 and 1984, that is sort of like wondering what exactly happened in 1985-1990, and then, how about the entire second half of the dam freaking 90's BRO? Then how about the entire 21st century, if you want to be a bit technical? Nut shelling stuff, SSJKK does not want me to remember some of the things that I did in fact begin to remember as the nineties started to middle up. WOW, could it be, oh wonderful and talented Aunt Barbara??????















I know that no matter what the great SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE ever does to me, what she removes from me which has been tapes, chains, as well as all else through her wild extended human world family, and what have you, I will still go on throughout all of eternity, loving my big beautiful BROWN-EYED LOVELY-GIRL. That pisses off a lot of powerful folks in the WOMO. Chime in here, won't you Uncle Stuart H. Mason, from the other crossed over and fucked around copyrighted side; 'TOUGH BEANS'.





WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Nighty night, please Bob McDowell.



*****TANKS*****





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