SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0551
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2293
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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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