SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0542
SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY
STARTING:
I
honestly can say that this was the most horrible holiday weekend and
death attack on me by the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, that I can remember in
the nearly seven years of my blogs now, and even since the 15th
of you know what, in you know when, people.
Where
to really begin is my problem tonight, as I want to say about three
quadrillion things, and that would take one hell of a long time. We
all know that Jim Burr made some statements to me that I will not
forget in many lifetimes to come. One is that I cannot fight SATAN in
my own strength. I go on rolls where I try every so often, to prove
this cock sucker wrong, and end up flat on my mother fucking dirty
rotten ass hole every single time, YO.
Another
thing he preached more than Emmy-Louise Cicone's dad, was that FAMILY
was behind all of this, and that all my troubles stemmed from FAMILY.
He would have made, whetrher he is aware of this or not at any point
in his miserable fucking life, one hell of a great Mormon. They don't
go to painstaking and unfathomably difficult efforts to learn the
roots of all p[ersons walking the Earth, Mormon or not, for no good
reason. I am here to testify that they know all about my ordeal with
all the things on my blogs, now if you go to Utah and ask the head
Elders to admit it, they'll tell you that they don't have a clue what
I am talking about. In case you all haven't figured out the simple
truths, and really got it yet, nobody robs a bank and then runs to
the nearest cop to tell them what they just did. If you are waiting
for anyone who I accuse of anything, to come out and say, “Oh yes,
that Mark, the poor little bastard, we've been fucking up his whole
life and we plan to keep doing it until he's dam dead”, then I feel
sorry for your total idiocy. All I could hope for over the past
quarter century, was that one person involved would be on a deathbed,
scared shitless, and wanted to confess this to someone who would be
duty bound as a human being, to come to me. This was what that
special tape was all about with Governor Florio, too bad it was just
a fake parlor trick. My my my Doctor Harold Camping, fishing, and
hunting. If anyone reading this was living inside of my burning
nightmare hell, you would do anything to get out of it or just lessen
it, so don't even try and lie to me and say otherwise. But there
won't be any fucking death-bed confession, and I am wise enough to
realize that, it just took time for me to grow up and stop believing
the lies and promises of so many folks for so many years.
Now
we move on from Jim Burr, to Dave Roth. He too, said some major
things that will live on in my mind long-ling Henry Fonda, after he
flew off this dream and CO. Yes, my lesson has been learned the hard
way, thanks for caving into the wealthy, all of law enforcement, as
that is what you have done, right through to this very day, backing
it up to before Lieutenant Sakavich and even before that at the
Cherry Hill FBI Office, back burners and all. Dave noticed when we
first me at the Caldor Department store #113, as security officers,
that we seemed to share a very wild set of outlandish circumstances.
One of those was that any time we tried to ever do anything connected
in any way with MUSIC,
an instant major series of unexplainable problems and troubles came
upon us out of the blue, more mysterious and more magical than a
million fucking cunt lapping Harry Potter fiction stories, could ever
hope to emulate. This dude and I became good friends until he died
listening to my voicemail message on the first week in March in 2002,
at home in his bedroom. Actually, he died returning a call to me, and
the FBI just might have the tape to this very day, as it ended up in
an FBI agent's basement at 841 13th Street, in Hammonton,
New Jersey, USAESMWG. He said other major stuff, but none of it is
relevant to the point being made right now about how music for us is
so beyond totally taboo. Stop and ask yourself why this might be,
LADS, LASSIES, LABBERS, AND LABRADOR DOGS, 'L-4'. The only possible
reason is because stories and messages can be sent by way of music,
to the general population, and there are forces out here in the
multiverse, that don't want what is happening to me, and what
happened to Dave, to ever get out there and be told. But a lot of
people have as expected, got the wrong idea about a lot of things.
These forces are not physical or visible, and pass through events
like a hot knife would through a slab of fucking butter. So, just
because one day, things began to turn in certain directions up on
Long Island to where I used to visit my wonderful jerk off snooty
relatives in Babylon as a youth and a teen, don't go making judgments
that the actual stuff going on has an origin on the physical planet
of Earth or at any specific tiny little point in time. That would be
a major miscalculation folks. Things pointed to a few directions and
people after I began sorting out stuff and even reconstructing lost
and blocked memories, but the real shit is all going down out on the
ASTRAL PLANE, or in the invisible realm of the subatomic, in-between
the waking tangible real world, and the void infinity that lacks any
dimension at all other than existence itself, something an
unenlightened mind is incapable of grasping. On top of all of this,
discoveries are made almost every day, that totally blow me away, it
is not as though I am telling some fixed story on these blogs,, this
is a moving train people, if you see things like Terry from Egg
Harbor City back in 2007 and 2008, my advice to you is to jump off
the fucking train. Your injuries will be far less than the endless
bruising from the wild ride that this will continue to take both you,
and me, relentlessly onward into the gods only fucking know where,
YO. If my blogs had started in early 1996 when my search to find
“SARAH” was all just getting started, a lot of different stuff
would have been written, but times and technology as well as my
personal situation, made things a decade off as far as starting to
publicly tell my horrendous story.
Noise
was horrible all fucking day long. The sky stalking was bad while I
was out shopping around noon. There is holiday partying going on, and
I've been playing my MORIANITY through the PP-roachphone and will
continue to do this all night mother fucking long, L-4,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tomorrow, I will talk to Debbie about a lot
of illegal shit going on around me, as I have rights, just not to
pursue music. I am denied that liberty, and this is an ever ongoing
abuse as well as violation of my human and civil liberties. I can
state in all truth that the opening of fucking cock sucking September
has been about as bad as shit gets. As for the strange super loud
sound the other day, a plastic plate had a small hole in it at the
center from being on too hot of a surface. I did not throw it out
because it still could be used as long as non liquid food stuff was
placed on it. But the plate had other plans, or the cosmic forces, or
whatever, as my old pal Bob Andrew said in 1975, quite often, in the
basement of Albert Pileggi's home, just a block away from the Haddon
Township High School, where I attended the 7th and the 8th
grades, YO.
Dear
Jewelly. I know you live 50 million light years away as well as fifty
million years in the future. So you are reading this immediately.
When will you ever have had enough fun playing with me? Even Donna
said that enough was enough, why not agree with her? Less than half
of one tiny millennium away, no one has to live anywhere and follow
the illusions. Exactly why humanity began to dream out and away from
the Earth, I don't claim to know. But I know that to you, it is as
simple as winking an eye, to just dream into somebody around me here
and now, any old time you so desire. I wrote a book, and should have
dedicated it to you back in 1994, but I did mention your name, lovely
Viqueen. Even the US © Office knows your name, between the book and
the song sent to them, in 1994 and in 2007, in my music project
called, “Karaoke Lunch-Break at the Sorian-18 Guardhouse”. Real
cute, AT&T. Even IBM had to get into the act, huh? Well, as
Prefontaine's girlfriend Mary said, “I'm not your type”. Maybe
the Hyundai did not work out, DUH, but the old blue nungen rides on,
right West Collingswood High? WOW, between so many deals and secrets,
one might think we're trying to build Bohemian Grove #2, YO.
SHEEEEEEIT.
Well,
world, let the great fucking CALLIO FAMILY keep their rotten dirty
secrets for a thousand years. Turn my lungs into washcloths, and
abduct me in July 1970, and do all manner of unspeakable shit to me.
I have no way of stopping you. Another famous quotation of Dave Roth,
sits also in the great US © Office, from the early part of 1988, on
the project called, “The Epitome of Harassment”, all misspelled
back then, cause I was too fucking wetahded to check the correct
spelling. WHAAAAAAAAAAA. Yes L-4, he went into a 100 decibel tirade
at the other Guardhouse, the one at the Gaither road American Honda,
and said and I'll quote this late and great fine gentleman here,
“Because we've got fucking enemies, and these enemies have fucking
power, and we don't”. Kinda says it fucking all, right folks? DUH,
Ashley Tinsdale, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC,
SCAN ALL PEEPS MAKING MY LIFE TOTAL FUCKING HELL, ALL ORDERS,
GENERAL, AND SPECIAL. YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO ON MY ELECTRONIC VOICE
PRINT AS FOLLOWS, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, AND STOP!!!
Somebody
is going to be real sorry soon, for putting me through this
horrendous of a fucking cunt helliday-holiday weekend geek bend. Take
that to the Choir Preaching Bank, old pal, Regis, and give Kathy-Lee
my best, YO, and tell WAYV for me to go @^^^*#!@^&*^#$(%# and so
on.
I
ASKED GAWKY GAUKAUK WHY THIS HORRIBLE FUCKING ATTACK STRUCK ME THIS
HELLIDAY, AND WAS GIVEN THE PCN-462. Maybe it is not a fracture, but
what is it then, Mommy Dearest? Well, some matching items are as
freaking follows, YO, my friend Sheriff Monks.
ALL
RANDOMS HAVE PATTERNS---FRED WINDSTEIN---TAPE---WAVE.
Enjoy my nice 5000 dollar television set, Ann King, old friend. WHAT
A FAMILY!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT,
YO!!!!!!!! Well it is time to say
goodnight, Carol Burnett, and all my other good friends and foes out
here, YO, WHAAAAAAA.
The clock is still holding Eastern time, Shf. I'll keep you updated,
my friend. You know, you can't take it with you. As another pal of
mine said just today on television, the Shf of Indian River County
here in Florida, “Death is forever”. You know he knows, or does
he? How can anyone ever really know dog squat??????????????????????
Well, there is an answer to that folks, and MORIANITY and what has
all happened to me, proves, that more is going on than simple life
and death as mortal man perceives this great parlor trick. MY blog
ends here, peeps, nighty-freaking-night.
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