SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0489
KING
PROPHET OF SINGULARITY AND TRUE NOTHING FROM 1988
SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY PEEPS
START
OF BLOG:
I
am under a heavy attack. My neighbors are messing with me. The minute
I start using the computer, on goes jit bag and his weird electronic
junk next door. The doors are all day for days now, not real loud
slams, but still quite annoying. The phone makes loud squeal type
sounds when there is no reason for it to do this which has been going
on about a year and a half now, and my lawyers will be contacting
AT&T with an ear damage law suit. I am all packed up, and heading
for deep secrets regions in South America, where I will be safe and
away forever, from these American fucking capitalist pigs, and those
plotting against me since I left fucking ass high school, like Trump
and Wolf, and others. I never did squat to these pricks, and just
what their game is, so eludes me, that discussing it is both moot and
fucking pointless folks. I probably will play my MORIANITY TAPES
through the open end telephone line the rest of the day until well
past midnight, to counterstrike this EVIL EMPIRE. Yes L-4,
things are very bad for me, and it is as though a brand new 08151986
has struck. Ever since I decided to rewrite GITYA, and use an old
telephone conversation from early 1984 as the harmony track, it seems
that somebody somehow has gone out of their way to really wipe me
out. Damage has been done to property, electronic hacking is off the
scale, and how can we not mention my civil rights being vitriolically
violated, brutalized, and pummeled, by that June 17th
beach robbery, where some horrible fucking bastard, went and stole my
shoes, eyeglasses, jersey, pants, socks, hat, underwear jersey, and
left me high and dry there to go through real major hell. I know who
did it, and they and their entire fucking family will be dead within
60 days of the date that they pulled this shit, mark my words, from
the eternal Mark. You keep hurting me and messing with me, and you
and yours will all die agonizing deaths, as I am not
playing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will be gone soon, and living
down in mother fucking South America, good riddance, YO. In about
150-200 years when all of you are long dead and gone, I'll come back
and see what is left up here in the great North America of the
continental-48. HA-HA-HA-HA-HA.
MAGNESONIC------------------------SCAN
ALL MY ENEMIES, DESTROY ALL PERSONS MAKING MY LIFE TOTAL HELL AND
PLOTTING TO HURT ME AND MAKE ME ENDLESSLY SUFFER A NIGHTMARE HELL
WITHOUT CAUSE OR WARRANT. USE YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK, AND BOTH AD AND
ZT TECHNOLOGIES. USE ALL GENERAL ORDERS AND ALL SPECIAL ORDERS.
COMPUTER, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING
SYSTEM, EMPOWER AND CRUSH THE IMAGE OBJECT ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK,
WITH FULL MAXED OUT POWER PULL GAIN SET TO INFINITY LEVEL OF 11.8
INCHES PER NANOSECOND. ALL OTHER SWITCHES ARE SET AGAINST THE GAIN AT
FULL MAXED OUT POWER OF 11.5 INCHES PER NANOSECOND, DESTROY, DESTROY,
DESTROY, AND DO NOT HURT ANY INNOCENT FOLKS, AND
----S----T----O----P----!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll
be telling major things about the FASCITAR, the GAGA CAT and USING
THE MAGIC GAWNUM TOOL, the PAWMN PIE ETTOS, the second half of the
twenty-ohs and much more, but right now, I need to relax and enjoy my
MENTALIST TELEVISION SHOW. I don't need this, somebody better fucking
set me free from this, my Lightning!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
OF BLOG: WHAAAAAAAAAAA!
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