SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0490
SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY
STARTING
BLOG
I
am under a very brutal health assault, this is twice within a week or
so, that I suddenly shit my dam guts out and have to clean up the
place, and take a nasty filthy shit. OK, on top of that, my sore
throat upon awakening tells me it is some type of sky assault,
despite seeing the supposed Sahara Desert haze over effect. I am
wheezing when I breathe, as well. I doubled up on my medications and
took an additional Stresstab vitamin.
If
anything happens to me today while out on errands and picking up my
eyeglasses to replace the ones intentionally stolen back on Watergate
Day or 06/17/2012, or while out any place, I WAS MURDERED BY ALL
THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN ACCUSED ON MANY BLOGS, or some of them, as there
is no way this is all some horrendous mother fucking coincidence. I
do not remember the last time I was wheezing this bad, if ever. I
feel quite bad, and even though I cannot die, my hell can grow worse
again if I should be retraced today and move into new parts of 5th-D
hyperspace. Really strange how 1990 was one of my worst HEALTH ATTACK
YEARS since this nightmare all began in 1986, and here we are in a
chapter number (90) blog. Numbers are real peeps, deny it all you
wish to. I have not started telling stuff about them. The funny thing
is, that is yoyu remember the attacvk with the roach on my bed a few
nights back, right as this happened to me, I just killed another big
ass roach, and as it was being squashed out of existence, it made a
sound almost like I had squashed a tiny animal. Not ten seconds after
this, pow, my bowels were blown out with the exact same type of
'shit' literally, as a result. I call them nuclear shits, and my
blogs discuss them. They all; started in the eighties with my
chemtrail problem folks. Yeah, imagine that, old pal Alex Jones. Keep
fighting, but nothing will happen until someone who believes in us,
WITH REAL CLOUT, finances and establishes, THE CHEMTRAIL RESEARCH
INSTITUTE, or some other similar name or concept, all this video
stuff is being laughed at by the agents abnd the WOMO, I'll promise
everybody that right here and right
now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, how does this roach
double-bubble fit into things, not just now and today, but twice now
within a few days? You see L-4, if anything ever were really as
simple as we all would like stuff to be, then it would be simple to
solve stuff. Easy problems equal easy solutions. Difficult problems
equals difficult solutions, this is not some einsetein level concept
to see, right? Much more goes on in our waking lives, then any of us
will ever be able to control. Firstr in order to gain that control,
we need to fully understand the problem, and we don't folks. It
really is that simple, John from Color Red State, (Colorado), so put
away your powerful cash stash, as Burger King is not the greatest
place to pull out ten grand and start displaying it like some
bragging rapper.
What
needs to be said has nothing to do with, at least directly,
hyperspace stuff, music, exploratrons, Shorty MacInvondi, the late
seventies, and so forth, yet it needs to be told soon, and does
surround all these topics and a lot more. It is a way of making it
very hard to doubt that cosmic dots do in fact, connect with all of
us, showing a picture, in my case, this picture is ugly and wild, but
still, all dark clouds do have their proverbial silver linings, and
so does this one. Nut shelling this, all I mean, for right now, is
that I can sit here totally knowing, that if one person someplace was
ever willing to take me seriously about my being the center and hub
of why all else is here, accepting or rejecting the hypothetical
hyperspace box office smash told about on recent blogging work; and
had the clout to place me in a powerful protective custody where my
WOMO enemies could not get at me, let me have all the basic things
that all human beings desire, and I have always been kept away from
with some kind of vengeance or Italian passion or whatever it is as I
won;t really try and judge this part of the nightmare; and then they
or their foundation all shorted the stock market in margibn with a
huge amount, they would become multibillionaires overnightm, and also
prove that all the words of the MOUNTAINPEN are and always were,
totally absolutely the truth. But no Eddie, you tried, it was not
your fault, unlike the family, you did not mean to tell me things
that were less than accurate, still, I am left here in my misery,
deserted and alone. Happy hunting they say, while they throw a 2,000
pound boulder at me and laugh. Well, fine. When the entire world ends
shortly, I will have the last laugh, as I want to die, and none of
you do, so I will win, and you will lose, emmereffers.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesonic:
You know what to do and you know when to do it, and so does the great
and illustrious early middle nineties girl by trhe name of Brenda
Moore, and her wonderful awesome mysterious brother. Yeah, like I
don't know who all you jokers really are. Give me a total kit-kat
break folks, I am not as Bancroft yellow short bus wetahded as you
hoped I was, huh Mary Moore and greendress network of 1996, like
DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Yeah, Merry Ch. No, I did not intentionally do my
three works just to send them down on Halloween Day, still, why did
all of this go down the way that it did, oh wonderful and lovely
rotten world, that is my Shakespearean query of the eternal ass ages,
YO???????????? I promise you that I did not do any of this
intentionally, Delmo Hampton. Wow, am I about to be accused of
another family bust up soon, Jesus All Mighty man, what is this whack
job nonsense?
Let
me close out by telling that another note came through the door a
week ago and I have kept my mouth shut. I do not dare blog the
contents of this wild but short note. Oh well, WEIN?
Well,
it is time to close out the blog peeps. I have things to take care
of, before the WOMO kills me and buries me. So old prairies, don't
look for me quite yet, as I told the copyright examiners in my 1988
song where I officially claimed myself to be the prophet pf
singularity, “I AM HERE”, and as Arnie Muscles, our KALI EX
GOVERNOR put it so well before my eventual extinction and
termination, “I'LL BE BAHK”.
BYE-BYE,
and the gods curse my enemies and the evil empire!!!!!!!!
ENDING
BLOG, OH MY GREAT AND MIGHTY EXPLORATRONS AND PAULA KING, MY ENDLESS
GIANT LOVE AND HIGHVIEW GUEST!!!
No comments:
Post a Comment