SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0539

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0539

I MUST BE THE MOST IMPORTANT

MOTHER FUCKER ON THIS PUNY PLANET.

2:19 PM-EDST, SUNDAY HELLIDAY, 2 SEPTEMBER, 2012

BEGINNING TRANNY, PUKE SWALLOWING OLD GRANNY:

Less than a half hour after posting my last blog, A TOTAL FAKE OUT CON JOB JUST TO GET A REACTION FROM THE WOMO-TAWF MILITUFORCE ALIENFORCE ENEMY, ALL CUNT LAPPING HELL BROKE LOOSE, BOTH ON THE GROUND AND UP IN THE SKY FOLKS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First, a horrendous loud sound seemed to be in my apartment, that's IN MY FUCKING APARTMENT, IT WAS A LOUD SCAREY FUCKING SOUND AS THOUGH SOMEBODY TOOK A HUGE GLASS WINDOW AND THREW A FUCKING BIG BRICK RIGHT THROUGH IT. I checked everything, in every area, but no actual damage or reason for the sound, could be found. Then I decided to take a nap, and went into a slight trance where Time traveler Knick told me that he just told my neighbors to slam their door and sure enough, three seconds later, the loudest slam I ever heard, knocked me out of the trance and jolted me upright in my fucking cunt bed. Then more less loud door bangs followed in a few minutes, along with terrible loud crude hall hollering. I always knew this monster was behind all my problems everywhere all these cock chewing years. Then came some loud outside sounds, loud music, loud engine noise from road traffic, and some high flying planes. When I looked outside the window five minutes before this blog was started, nasty huge CHEMTRAILS were all over the building here in Fort Pierce, Florida, for all you YOUTUBE POSTERS, get out your video cams and come over and shoot away and post, YO. I knew my heart was not skipping and flip flopping around for nothing. This also had started, as all of this did, at the very time I posted the last blog and less than a half hour time had past. WOW, I must be so fucking cunt lapping god dam important. No I am not really going to Mexico, you fucking turd chewing bastard WOMO enemy MILITUFORCE WOMO scum won't get rid of me that easily.

Now I will counterstrike with a few little RAT-TAT-JESSE FOOTBALL tell tale stories that nobody in the big boys club wants out on any blog. First, if anyone who follows me on Morianity, and saw the 'Law & Order' shows this morning, was not thinking of me, and putting a hell of a lot of fucking two and two's together, well, I really do quit; because I am dealing with total brain death then.

I will call the FORT PIERCE POLICE AND PRESS CHARGES, AS WELL AS SEND AN E-MAIL TO SHERIFF MONKS LATER THIS WEEKEND, TELLING HIM THAT HE REALLY SHOULD DFOLLOW MY BLOGS, AND THAT I CAN SEND HIM PROOF POSITIVE THAT I HAVE GONE THROUGH HELL SINCE LENNY MCK FUSED INTO HIS NEW LIFE PERSONA. LAST TIME I SO MUCH AS CALLED THAT NUMBER OUT IN KALI4NYA, THE GREAT FAMILY STARTED CALLING ME. BACK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE MOTHER FUCKERS, AND I WILL BACKJ OFF, BUT I AM STILL TELLING A HUGE BUNCH OF SHIT FOR WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME SO FAR, YOU SICK TWISTED FUCKING BASTARDS.

ALSO, IF THIS SHIT DOES NOT BACK OFF, I WILL SING MY OWN VERSION OF THE SONG AND SHOOT IT UP TO THE YOUTUBE, ALL YOU NEED, AND I HAVE ONE, IS A QUARTER INCH STEREO MALE PLUG TO A COMPUTER MIKE STEREO PLUG, AND GO FROM HEADPHONE OUTPUT ON AN AMPLIFIER, IMTO THE COMPUTER, AND SET THE SETTINGS FOR BURNING MUSIC, AND MONITOR IT ON MY RADIO SHACK 4 CHANNEL STEREO MIX BOARD PHONES JACK, WITH MY PHONES. THIS PERMITS YOU TO ADJUST THE BASE AND TREBBLE SETTINGS TO A PERFECT MIX COMPENSATING FOR LACKS OF SONIC PURITY FROM THE KEYBOARD AND MICROPHONE, ALSO PLUGGED INTO THE MIXER. IT IS NOT A PRO JOB, BUT I ALSO DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ANY DESIST ORDERS TO REMOVE OR INCIDENTS SUCH AS WHEN I SPRESSED MYSELF WITH ONE OF MY SARAH SONG VERSIONS NO LONGER UP ON FUCKING YOUTUBE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't need your fucking car deal, I don't need any help from anybody, if you want something done, you do it yourself. FUK-U!!!!!!!!!!!

People hate me because I can record anyone secretly with a mini-recorder in my pocket, and make them sing an entire song for me. If you don't like it, FUCK THE WORLD is my response. Donna hated it too, and fuck her. DUHHH, HSM!!!

U SI FOLKS, it is fascinating how easy it is to SI through things when you just let stuff settle in your mind. All my life I thought that there were many wild reasons for me not being cosmically seemingly permitted to ever enjoy doing m-usi-c. Looking at it too simply, one might think I am saying what I am not saying. I now totally believe that the devil or really, all that is bad and against me for reasons I may never mortally know while awake; in any part of hyperspace; is being kept in check. He thinks he has Sarah-Stacey, when in fact, she has him, on a very tight leash. I feel that I'd be fucking long dead if in 2008, things had not all started with the pipe-maintenance games expert deal, followed by my 70-day offline deal, and then finally followed by the dreams, and the visitations, and all the rest of the family doing its thing. Still, these CHEMTRAILS have fucked up my heart into flip-flop land, so if anything happens to me and I am found dead in here, all of my blogs tell the true story, and double as a legal DYING UTTERANCE AND DYING MAN'S DECLARATION OF TRUTH, that the persons responsible for my evil ugly cold blooded first degree planned vicious and heinous murder, are all listed on different blogs throughout the MORIANITY PROJECT or the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, same thing. Don't get me fucking wrong, L-4, I totally plan to go to Mexico, and soon, within a year or so, but just not tonight, that was a bluff to see what would happen, and STACEY BANK wow, did this get a MAJOR FUCKING ASS REACTION, WITHIN ABOUT HALF AN HOUR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If this was all just my delusion and crazy whack mind, fine, maybe some of this could be, maybe some of it is, but the odds of it all being, peeps, we are talking winning power ball jackpots here, and you know, if some of this is true, then when all the other shit around it seems to fit so nicely, then why is this not also true, as wild and outlandish as it seems to fucking sound, flyin g in a plane before Kitty Hawk and the Wright Brothers also seemed whack and nuts to the society around them before it became a part of reality, so really, why not give me fucking little break here, good folks?

I lied about my roulette failing, just to prove that it would make the deal with the Hyundai go sour and shoot the DOW JONES up, and it did. I never told that you need to put the system into groups of eight spins, and score the groups. And wait for a combination of one or two or three or whatever it takes, to produce a score of at least six, either in the direction of B-E-H, or R-O-L. Doing this, it is hard to lose on the worst days of the fucking year, and this is when we all have losing times when gambling, on very bad days. Few real gamblers, even pros have belief in or respect for the power of not playing and gambling on days that all ready show a pattern of being shall I say, bottom quarter days. If you are up and awake for 3-6 hours, and rate your overall day in the bottom of say lowest, mid-low, mid-high, and highest, then playing a game of chance will always reflect or in 9 out of 10 cases averaged out for most of us, that same negativity. Still, using the system in groups of 8 and scoring it that way, ignoring the green house vig outcomes, and never doubling down or up on lost bets, will in fact produce a nice hefty 2-6 units per 100-spins profit or two units per hour, as a constant casino table hourly average based on averages being about 50 spins per hour. Using only five dollar value table chips, makes you an income of ten dollars per hour, while using 100 dollar valued table chips, makes you 20 times that, or a whopping freaking ass $200 per hour. LIKE DUHH, now you can't sell this in a how-to book, as this is all my own copyrighted intellectual property, but you may use it and you may tell your gambling friends. I will now tell one more powerful secret, I have wanted to for some time, and have been hesitant, and don't want to scare anyone or help to cause a doomsday panic, but a child can see that an event is right around the corner, a lot bigger than just a terrible shooting incident or even a horrendous natural disaster. My book from 1994 made certain predictions, and major wild things came to pass as a result of my book, “The Permission Barrier”. Newscasters all know I spoke the truth, if not with the Dark Shitholes attacks so much, with the other thing. We all know what is getting said here, Fortune 500, and all you big ass hot shot movers and shakers (MAS) could never have predicted or even caused this, so how did I know? Well, that is for other blogs, along with, yes, the continuation and eventual completion of my mother's sad tale of her failed office romance. So, just stay-C-tuned, folks. This blog is not over, and will not be over, until I have brought a lot of fucking evil to justice, if I have to literally take out this entire solar system to do it, and for those that doubt or that want to pursue that claim, talk to the 90's dude at the Camden counter Prosecutor's Office in Southeastern New Jersey, Mister Ron Wirtz, Senior as he will tell you if he is still on this side of the dreams.

I will tell some real major GAWNUM stuff at a soon to come time as well good folks, keep the faith, in Morianity, and whatever else helps you deal with what goes bump in your days and nights, YO. With me, it always has been, and is currently, Mister Boston Traveler Knick of magic Academy Road, right doctor McDonald? Hay, I proved this, you can't argue it with me, it is right there in black and white, and I have tons of other shit, my good peeps. BYE-BYE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

END TRANNY, LOVELY OLD TWISTED DISEASED GRANNY!