SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0485
KING
NEBNOOSHOO
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
BSNF:
“THANK YOU BABY BLOND FOR SEEING ME TODAY”
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR/MWM/BOM/MF-2
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2297
SBT-DATFILE:
072212.810
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I
want to thank my wonderful and beyond awesome and beautiful LIGHTNING
GODDESS, (DIANA ARTEEMIS), for coming over to visit with me this
afternoon just shy of three this afternoon. IWALU Diana, my tall teen
blond. The dazzling striking colors you always seem to make just for
me, drive me beyond insane, my tall teen queen. How I only can dream
of you right in here with me and the entire place on fire, and me
physically dead and gone, and there with you in Ricktown Manor. At
least I am aware that I am there all along, and merely am dreaming
here in hyperspace, my endless love.
I
went to the Hutchinson Island South Beach on Ocean Drive or Route
A1A, to see my pal, Mikey today, and had a nice time. I walked down
to the beach to see SSJKK or the OCEAN, since every night, it seems
she is with me and I am there swimming and she eventually turns into
my giant Sarah-Stacey Krassle. Also, my younger daughter Paula
Junior, or as she totally insists on being called, PEE, not PEEJ or
Paula, also is there night after night. At least my lovely SSJKK did
not beat me up again last night, as she did a couple nights back when
I feel asleep as mortals would think of this condition as. I always
have a wonderful time when I can share my spirit with the Atlantic
Ocean, awake or asleep. SHE is so beyond awesome. She is always just
age sixteen, it is always her birthday out there in her great city of
Sahasra Dal Kanwal. In her present form, she does not do all girl
parties, I wish she would teach her true self on the subatomic realm,
this wonderful truth, oh well, let me answer the door now and get my
pizza that I ordered from the non-roaches of Orkin. That really blew
mind freaking mind last night or really, earlier today around 12:40
AM. If this was happening to any of you, you would understand what I
friggin' go through, 24-7-365.2422.
What
a weekend, lots of young girls all over the place b=near where I
live, it is hard to escape this crap. I ran into our house-cat that
has been named Missy around here, it is a Gawky Gaukauk replica only
in miniature, oh well, Tressa, the Roseann beds were also miniatures,
I wonder if there could be any connections with this gem like pearl,
Mary Tyler Greendress Moore of late 1996? No my days of being
exploratron controlled at age sixteen, so as to make robotic slaves
that would live meagerly and carry out my wishes and eventually
create the wonderful Timeless Satellite, are long over, but I still
do my share of ignoring lots of flirty trash.
Some
other entity is inside of me trying its best to get me to write the
new words to an old song from 1983 that I wrote in Atco, New Jersey,
called, “GITYA”. This is not copyright protected enough for me,
so no, I will not do this. No, I am not going to trash the final
YOUTUBE project, nor did I really cancel my will. I get mad when I
think the entire world is plotting against me, and I know who my real
dirt ball is who has done all of this to me, Mister Entertainment
world Owner and great mirror kisser himself, and he knows that we go
back long before his first casino is Atlantic city, his Plaza, in
1984. We have history well into the seventies, and as far as I am
concerned, this greedy, evil, piece of dirt in a human form and body,
can go do things to himself that are so lewd and rude and crude that
even Mountainpen refuses to say it on his somewhat obnoxious and
risque blog, when I get in my real down and dark moods of Mister
Hyde.
Thank
you Scylla for forgiving me and not beating me up again. No, I will
definitely behave and be a good boy, and now I fully do understand
why you got so touchy and thought that I was teasing you about that
kidnapping song, and implied that you must have known way back just
after the Haddonwood days, that I would be under the control of your
wild distant cousin family. I now clearly understand why you told me
to put that on TOP, out of three things that you told me not to do,
and called me a Shellfish. I am so honored and so flattered, brown
eyes. Also, I have no intention of trying to ever get away my lovely
Sarah-Stacey Krassle, if you don't understand this yet, then you
never will. You are my eternal goddess, and I will never run away
from you, I only ran away from your horrible cousins. Letty said to
tell you hi by the way and saw the twins, as did I, on the internet.
They are totally awesome and adorable. I think she tried to send you
some kind of electronic something or other of her baby and does not
think you got it, now you know why I feel the way that I do about all
of this modern technology, MC. When it works, it is great. When it
does not, it makes nightmares seem like kids arguing at a swing set
in comparison. Anyway, I will never misbehave again, and thank you
for forgiving me for being such a butt head the other day, I did not
mean a word I said that was bad, you are my daughter and I love you
and always will.
Well,
it is time for me to go enjoy me dinner folks, and and a night of
cable television, the gods help me, if they do not start messing with
me again with magical exploratron roaches. Did I say the forbidden
word again? Oh shoot, sorry about that 86 Chiefs.
EXPLORATONS-EXPLORATRONS,
yes Salana Dada, I wish they would make up their minds, I have to get
up tomorrow and go to effing work, wow, where has 1971 gone, world?
It seems like nine and a half days ago to me,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
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