SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0607
KING
NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD
LABORATORIES SBT-DATFILE: 080812.817
TEOHI/TMCAM/MORPRO/BSNF:
“SOME
OF THE REASONS FOR MUSEUM SECRETS KEPT 39 YEARS”
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2012
WITH
OR WITHOUT THE GREAT WORLD FINANCIAL INSTITUTIONS
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
It
is early into a Wednesday evening, and I awoke late around one or so,
after having some very wild vivid dreaming experiences as you would
call this event, I would say after a major exploratronic experience.
Still, rose Shakespeare, what is really in a name. Call SHIT a rose,
and it stinks no less, and needs to still be flushed down the fucking
toilet. The experiences involve the Royal Family, and the Olympians
to some degree, so it is too touchy to get into, but we can work
around it, because all cosmic dots connect, and we need be specific
to get points across, the amount that they will become evident is in
a direct ratio, the the reader's basic enlightenment level to the
truth. No fucking Microsucks hackers, not RATION, or SORIAN-18
GUARDHOUSES of 2007, I SAID FUCKING RATIO, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Quit fucking
hacking, Captain Ron Hunter of Delaware Titan Security Helicopter and
Porsche computer theft accusers of 1987, you scum. Swim well, Marie
Fahey Capano Callio Hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, the
many bright ideas of the great and illustrious Patty Parsons. Goddess
take pity on all of us, 4-crissake.
Oh
shit, Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Labradors, things are not only real
bad for me up here in mother fucking twenty ass twelve, but they are
bad here because they first were bad in 2011, 2010, 2009, 2008, 2007,
2006, 2005, 2004, 2003, 2002, 2001, 2000, 1999, 1998, 1997, 1996,
1995, 1994, 1993, 1992, 1991, 1990, 1989, 1988, 1987, 1986, 1985,
1984, 1983, 1982, 1981, 1980, 1979, 1978, 1977, 1976, 1975, 1974,
1973, 1972, 1971, and 1970. Now if we go back to the year 1969,
things did not operate exactly the way they did in all the years that
followed that one. Quantum Physics teaches that the reason for this,
was an OBSERVATION, that I made, in 1969, and the world knows about
it, as it was even sent to the United States copyright Office, as I
wrote a song about it in early June, right around the middle part of
the year of 1969, and the name of that song, if you're interested,
RESORTS HOTEL CASINO, and DONALD TRUMP, as if however this blog needs
to tell you, is “That's The Way It Goes”. This is the first major
secret of Roy's fantastic museum, whether he may actually know it or
not, or care for that dam matter. Still, things are bad here in 2012,
and will undoubtedly continue to be bad for me until the end of time,
whether I end first, or the world does, whichever comes first, and
the mathematical odds of this being me first are quadrillions to one
in favor of occurring. Something happened today, and it was not on
the news, nor did it have anything to do with Wall Street as it was a
lackluster day there with a tiny seven point uptick on the DJIA, and
a mixed index, despite it being way up since I said it would be, I
just called it a week or so late, but don't tell me you still should
not give me those three cheers, Kirshty Stealer. Aniwho, something
happened somewhere, because, the outside noise harassment attack has
been all day since I awoke, and has been going powerful strong right
up to the present mother fucking moment. This always means that some
major thing is going down, but the enemy does not always permit me to
be immediately privy to the information. Still and eventually, I'll
know, as I always fucking cunt do sooner or later, good folks. So
just how did I come to know in early June of 1969, that something so
major was “going to happen to me”, to quote the 1969 song lyrics
in perfect verbatim, and in such freaking incredibly short order,
peeps? Well, that is the 2nd mighty and fantastic
museum-secret of Roy Weiler Senior, AKA RCWS, or pronounceable as
'ROCKWISS'. Moving this still further along folks, the three
television shows, “LAW AND ORDER”, “THE MENTALIST”, and
“GHOST WHISPERER”, is secret number three of the illustrious
wonderful and all seemingly omniscient Mister Rockwiss. It will be in
short order, that the show, “GW” as in GIANT WILLIAMSTOWN, and to
complete the sentence of GWPOS, Police Officer Syndrome, will also be
removed from the television lineup. It seems that for the most part
now, as of today, both the “L&O” and “TM” shows, are
mostly gone, both from prime time broadcasting, as well as rerunning
networked syndication broadcasting, where lovely one-one-one-one's
hubby, Mister Ted Turner made his friggin' billions. These three
shows are and more correctly stated now, were, part of a cosmic chain
of events, that needed to happen, along with my becoming aware that
they are on television and my starting to watch them as a regular
viewer, one by no more than cosmic chance shortly after being fired
from Griffin Pipe by Mister Jimmy Dirtbag Stone in September of 2004,
and the other two, by my Stockholm Kidnapping Syndrome Experience in
2008, and with Ann King putting me onto the other two shows. Nothing
just happens, and there are no accidents in this universe, there
never were, and there never will be folks, and THAT, ROCK, I'll
PROMISE YOU SIR ANDROID. These three television shows being created
and aired, re-aired, and then eventually removed, is the next secret
of Roy's great museums. My being kidnapped by the mighty Lionking
That Washcloth Nightmare Family, and slowly being indoctrinated into
knowing what I now know about the great arms and extensions of the
Callio family, and Sarah's wonderful awesome special “C-O-U-S-I-N-S”
and all of this and along these lines, would be another one of the
great MUSEUM SECRETS. There are a few thousand other ones folks
whether you so choose to believe this incredible claim or not, but
for tonight, I believe that we all have me than enough here to deal
with, we can always remember how to operate the Jim Rockford deal at
later times, am I right peeps?
Now
we can move along still further folks. We have all made it this far,
the gods helllllllllllllllllp me,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!555555555555555555555555555555555 is a
wonderful number, but so is 555555555555555, so is 555555555555 and
so is 555555555555555555555555555555555555. In any event, the event
that was done to me by Misses Turner, AKA NOT FODA YOU JANE, in 1993,
at the Unforgivable Atlanta Braves Baseball Park, is yet another
great MUSEUM SECRET of Sir Rockwiss. We don't Knight good folks here
in the land of the free and home of the brave, but we do say good
night, and we do sleep and dream, or have exploratronic interactions,
yes, we never can get away from the powerful word here, not if we
desire to remain in the truth, EXPLORATRONS
because peeps, this is what all of us are when we are not existing at
either states of PHASE-1 in infinity in the void of zero-dimension,
or in PHASE-2, on the great Astral-Plane. Last knight, the great
Queen of England told me something unbloggable. It will remain
unbloggable for my own good, the way a lot of shit should have, and
didn't, WHAAAAAAAA.
Now
it is time to continue the very sad and true tale of my mother from
1977, but before doing, a final for this blog tonight, Museum Secret,
that some may have put together by now, is as follows, good peeps.
The nightmare experience that almost took out my mother in late 1976,
and in my unstable condition at the time, would have most likely
caused me to commit suicide as well, is another totally pre-planned
deal, and yes, great MS of Mister Rockwiss. There is no way in hell,
that the same horrendous rotten mean-hearted exploratron that had me
beat up on the Atlantic City beach in 1975, threw me against the air
conditioning unit in 1976, nearly killed me at Mars Graphic Services
Printing in 1977, and on I could go for about ten thousand mother
fucking years, is not also, the one that got into both Mister Edwin
R. Potter of Chicago, Illinois, and his horrific wife, causing all of
this monstrous shit, Now I am not condoning my mother's actions, but
he not only initiated this entire mess, and egged it on, but it was
all part of this one huge giant plot, the geographical shit is right
there with Robert McGuire, Alice Gallagher. And Paula King without
her exploratronic street name in Atlantic City in the fucking ass
sixties, YO. And then that fucking whore, Mary, back in 1997 gives me
the fucking evil eye on fucking 10-SC Avenue, when I was talking to
her two sons, John and Photeous, right, WHAT A FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!! Say
what? I said, and yes, you may all quote me, BRAHHHH,
WHAT
A
FREAKING
FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!
Like
I said to the lady at the Eckert freaking Pharmacy that July Twelve
day while picking up my Shirley glands meds, DON'T EVEN GET ME GOING!
If I do not sign off right here and right now, Misses Coraceedin
Heartmeds Anita, I'll lose my mother fucking mind and throw a table
through my window, and be at the County Jail on Rock Road, and THAT,
ROCKDROID would not be a great career move for the freaking ass
MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ENDING
TRANSMISSION,
WONDERFUL
GOOD
FOLKS,
YO,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Post Script
(PS), we will continue on with my mom's sad story when I know I won't
do a Dawn and Norris a table!!!
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