Monday, September 10, 2012

HI DIANA, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0551














SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0551

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2293

SBT-DF: 091012.557

THE EITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME

MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

© 2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR



BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:



I have a million problems that will never go away, but keep on adding up with new ones every day. This is not a lyric rhyme yet it's true all of the time. So Bob and Jay-Jay, whatever can I say, on another messed up day? Yo ho ho, and around me there is scum. These dirty bastards really think that I am blind and dumb. You've tried to do me in since nineteen sixty eight, and filled your mind against me with a bunch of loathing hate. But here I am still typing way up here in twenty twelve. I guess the miseries caused me, reflects your total shelve. You've tried and tried to make me die, yet here I am today. So suck me off and screw your moms in every kind of way.









I have a major nuisance creditor who calls me every thirty minutes or thereabout somewhere, displaying an unknown sign all over my AT&T telephone screen call-identification system. It has been going on five or so weeks now. I have had creditors call me, but this one stands out like a sore tooth. If you are reading this, my life is an open book, butt wipe, I am not hiding anything, or from you, but what do we have to talk about? I am on disability, I am old and will be hopefully dead soon. I am not legally allowed to earn much money anyway as per the regulations of the Social Security Disability System, even if my health were to improve, which it won't after 30 years of death level stress, chemtrail assaults, and all manner of covert strikes against my body with smart guided poisons and death beams from my enemies. My income from the disability is 963 dollars monthly. Out of this on the very day I get my money on the 3rd of each month, goes out monies to pay the following items. Rent is $283.50. Auto Insurance is $113.54. Auto payment is $293.43. Telephone is $61.01. Cable TV is $123.97 with internet, a necessity for securing any part time work in my area, which right now is nothing. This comes to a subtraction amount of $821.45 from my $963.00 disability income. I also get a $16.00 food benefit or EBT. The remaining amount is allowing me to eat crappy food, afford a months worth of auto gasoline, do laundry so perspective employers won't see a bum, and other pin monies for miscellaneous items such as shoe strings or deodorant and soap and some basic hygiene and toiletry products. You do the math, I barely can survive, so call me all you want to, and I hope it makes you feel like some big mother fucking hero to annoy a pathetic little shit who life has triple screwed. None of this was my fault. I was screwed over 9 ways back from Sunday evening. I was talked into living with people who took me for all I had back in the late summer time of 2008, in New Jersey, a family straight from hell, and this is not an original thing, it was even on the news how many weak and vulnerable people have been kidnapped and their social security and credit was used by the monster fucking criminals behind it. This is what mother fucking happened to me until I one night managed to run away and barely escape with my life and a few bags of stuff that would fit into my back seat and my trunk, and drove to warm sunny Florida during that horrific blizzard chill in middle December of 2009. So you just persecute me all you want, unknown dirt bag caller, and you too JC Penney. None of this was my fault. Penney sued me and got a default judgment against me. If they had just waited a while longer, and something had broken, I would have arranged some reasonable payment plan eventually with all my creditors. Not only was all of this done to fucking me, but the great Capitol One Bank who I had talked up and never did anything wrong against and made all my payments to them on time, screwed me royal on top of all of this other fucking bullshit. I had sold out my life insurance and paid them a 4700 dollar payment on my VISA card, and then that was going to be used to try and organize things and make my escape from this family from hell in my own good time, but no, because the family had insisted on taking every dime I had and left me behind on another bank VISA payment, the Crapitol Scum folks, canceled my credit line and put it down from 5000 to 700, after I had just paid them that big 4700 payment. So if this is all my fault, your honor, my response is, THROW MY FUCKING ASS IN JAIL, AS I QUIT. I have $4 and a half dollars a day to spend after I pay the bills that must be paid or I would be living under a fucking bum bridge. This also is for my food and car upkeep and gasoline and laundry, as I said, you try living on four a half dollars every day, cock fucking sucking jerk offs, and none of this was my fault, I was robbed and kidnapped, and now this horrible fucking family wants my life, as they all have a lot to fucking hide, and Dawn King said to me one day, with that smirk on her miserable fucking face, that her distant cousin could kill somebody and get away with it. Later, the frog dream in earlier 2008 makes me wonder if they had a real tight hush hush rap session one day, without the music, but what music. Rap and music are antonyms, not synonyms, at least back when I took 8th grade freaking English. Yes DIANA, I hear you out there, I LOVE YOU so much, and need your help and protection, my LIGHTNING. Thank You.







ENDING TRANSMISSION,

FUCK THE DAM RABBITS ELMER FUDD, NO LAUGHS FOR ME TODAY.





I LOVE YOU SO MUCH LIGHTNING, DON'T EVER LEAVE ME.






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