SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0495, KN

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0495

JULY 29, 2012 @ 4:27 POST MERIDIAN

STARTING BLOG:

My mother fucking scum bag neighbors are acting up huge time today, slamming and shouting in halls, it is like living in a zoo filled with fucking ass animals, real lovely, BRO.

It is a very hot day, I went out to purchase some ice cream, and emptied out my bank balance. I'll be broke until the third, but I'll live. What else is new, being broke, and living on and on in shit ass hell?

The fucking computer is hacked to fucking shit, death angels are all over fucking me, this is a super fucking BOTBAR day, and I am now going to ask the cat why this attack began today out of a relatively quiet nothing, and then suddenly, Wal-Mart and I both see an explosion larger than anything in 1000 RIAA's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, my MORIANITY tapes are running through an open end circuit on my landline telephone line, so this is fucking war, if you want to upset me you stinking rotten fucking bastards, then you will get it back, cock suckers. OK, here is what GAWKY GAUKAUK just said to me, after I took a deck of playing cards and removed all except the four suits from ace through nine. Yeah peeps, what a fucking number to have this SAFE JOURNAL BLOG CHAPTER TO BE, looks like President Clinton and I will soon have something in common, as we go ahead Paula Weston, and just DIE-DIE-DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't create the news, I report it, remember, I was in the store buying some fucking ass ice cream earlier today, YO?

Now just as I walked away from the PC to get my playing cards and start querying my wonderful ancient mystical kitty cat, without any help from Lisa, Joe, Samantha, Bobby, and other family lovelies, or other hocus pocus nonsense from pipe maintenance games expert men; or whatever, Congressman Bobby from 1975; cry all you want to Paul, its your party, and you're not a very fucking forgiving person BRAHHHHHHH, but yes, my tape stopped dead in the middle for no good reason, with a loop in it, so I am lucky there was no wrap up, but then today's kids don't have a clue what is being said here, perhaps at best thinking I am talking about ending some music or something, well, more than music will be ending. I will be offing myself tomorrow, to avoid this demonic possession. This is ancient talk for EXPLORATRON CONTROL, yes, not only is HE BACK, and are all my memories, but he told me inside my head right before it started, that he was back, and that he is going to go into my neighbors and influence them to be real total jerk offs, and POW, one second fucking later, everything went back to normal hell for me. I reinserted a new tape to play silently through direct headset to speaker phone. Yes my wonderful roaches, enjoy. Some peeps need a real education on how all this really works, it even blew the fucking stein-man away, so say what you want, it made me 9200 clams in 1986 at the casino, it caused a lot of my enemies to bite the fucking dust, Mister Deflavia, and on and on we can go here, TroutBeaver Drivelane Break-in Agents.

You don't really think I will ever leave you, do you SSJKK. It is you and me forever, no matter whether dick head Mark Mohr likes this or not, I've got him, that is why he wrote that I got him 29 years ago, and caused all this to happen, so he can soon post this mind bending song up for the entire world. I am causing him a lot of hell with his neighbors today, see how he likes that, for upsetting you, my wonderful daughter. No, he doesn't, but I will never lose mine for you.

Whatever you want, you get, I will not ever go away, I am here inside of him as long as this is what you want. He can burn in hell for all I give a Donald, the joke is on his ODF-BUTT, HA-HA, huh MY?

OH, HE ASKED ME A COOL QUESTION. He said to me through his cards, how come the attack on me is so bad in the neighborhood today out of the blue???????? I gave him the true answer, I don't play, nor do I intend to ever let you down lovely girl. I gave him PCN-242. He is going out of his tiny little crappy mind, HEE HEE HEE.

ENDING THE BLOG,

I'LL NEVER LET YOU DOWN, BEG, 10,000 TIMES OVER!!!!