SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0544
HALF
PAST THREE IN THE MORNING, WEDNESDAY
SEPTEMBER
FIVE, TWO THOUSAND AND TWELVE
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2012/BOM/MWM/MF-2
SHALL
WE BEGIN TRANSMITTING, PEOPLE?
Since
my enemies want to fuck me out of my television show, “Law &
Order”, at three ante' meridian, I'll get a little counterstriking
retaliation by telling a few whittle things on my whittle bwog now,
Elmer Donna Brady Fwudd Gang of the Time Warpers.
I
switched immediately off of the Dynamite Network when I saw that
Closer slut show that I never could stand and who Dawn King loved so
much, YIK, and found myself watching the NEWS NOW that comes on with
that exquisite beyond fucking hot totally bombshell drop dead
gorgeous Paula and the dude she anchors with. What I'm about to say,
is in no way a shock to me, I did learn something, but it had no
shock value, as I have lived almost 60 mother fucking years here as
MWM and am not totally fucking wetahded. 99% maybe, but not fucking
ass completely.
It
is why I have never voted in my entire life, not ever plan to,
because the system is totally making a fucking fool out of all of us,
and I might be short-bus Bancrofter forever Sidney fucking 1969 Cohen
Crown, YO, but I knew as a kid, it was ridiculous, and then I came to
fucking actually live through many democratic and republican
administrations, and guess what, I challenge any mother fucker to
really prove to me that life changes for normal average 99%ERS, the
normal every day peeps, no matter who is in the fucking WHITE HOUSE.
The NEWS NOW show had reporters that were about to be arrested
because they dared to follow and ask questions about why special
interests that contributed very large monetary amounts of to their
campaign, were given major preferential treatment, and the story was
quite ugly and fucking revolting to me, a total hater of privileged
and snotty snooty gimme gimme gimme type of people. None of this
report had any shock value to me, but still, seeing it, and all ready
being fucking pissed off that I was all set to watch my L&O and
my hot shot garbage dirt ball WOMO enemies fucked me out of it just
to persecute me and get that DOW back up today, and you can bet
she'll fly today folks; because things flow like rivers. The rich and
powerful disgust me beyond fucking lingering memories of ancient
kicks. Still, nothing personal meant, but the same news was showing
smelly dead animals all over the Gulf Coast because of the magical
hurricane, that if you scan back on a few of my blogs, I intimated
that there was something special about this particular storm and that
none of you knew squat about, it is up there within the past 10
chapters somewhere. So my mind drifts a little back to 1986, no
offense, Sky. Moving ever onward however, with or without car mirror
trees, no there was no shock value, and as I said, this is shy unless
they make it as mandatory as jury duty, you won't catch me at a
voting fucking booth, because nobody is going to make a fool out of
me. If you force me, I'll just go eeny meeny mineey mo. In any case
L-4, I always knew we all are just being played. Only the top few
hundred families know it with the same fucking fervor that I know it,
and they wonder just who I am and how I can know what I do, and I
make no secret about shit, folks, as my life is an open book, and
unlike the close to the fucking vest players, like my old pal King
reincarnated Darius, and I am half serious here but you need not know
more, YO; but I have no secrets. I know what I know because I know
that I simply exist and time and space and all of that, is pure
fucking nonsensical illusion. When you have used the god dam FASCITAR
as I have talked about on so many past blogs, way before the one
called SAFE JOURNAL, which exists inside a big bunch of subtitled
pieces of my MORIANITY BIBLE blogging project starting on
www.blogger.com/ on the
internet in early 2006 somewhere or the end of oh-five, I do not
remember, but this FASCITAR comes from the 60's and those that
published this got it from top secret Rosicrucian's, Rastafarian's,
and Himalayan Guru ancients, as well as Eckist Masters, and they
never tell the entire thing, they keep it quiet and MAJOR HUSH SECRET
LOCKED AND CLOSED. I open it up, by adding the 6-10 Fascitar system,
the waking freeze, and what to do when you wake up in the Twilight
Zone, frozen and scared shitless. When and if any of you go there,
and choose to work past your normal human fear and we all have it
when in physical bodies, because it is built into the lawtronic
system, but then and only then, can you know what I know. I am not
smarter or better or anything, I am just a piece of fucking garbage.
But I have gone there, and I know. I also know that these top
families have to know, as I refuse to accept the fact that they own
the material fucking world, and are somehow willing participants in
eternal ignorance to more gargantuan realities. I could be off base
and wrong, this is just what I believe whole heartedly. When I was
connected to the interaction of being on the subatomic realm with
awareness of my life in this precise part of hyperspace or HERE where
my body laid in deep trance, I met the GODDESSES. I know the entire
Olympian family. Reality goes far beyond them and any of that, but
this goes far beyond anything on this planet or even the universe
where this world is but a miniscule speck within. Yes folks, this
pissed me off tonight, and they ruined my morning, first with the
L&O, and then with the news report, that I HOPE ALEX JONES PICKS
UP ON AND MAKES A REAL STINK OVER. PEEPS SHOULD KNOW SOME SIMPLE
TRUTHS, WHETHER IT STINKS TO KNOW IT OR NOT. Not all of us have to
clean up rotten fish or rats after a storm, but we all do have to
live as slaves with masters and kings ruling our lives 24/7/365.2422
and be dirt poor and without any way of ever changing a thing. When
somebody “makes it” as the term is phrased, it is an illusion.
Nobody randomly makes it, THEY DECIDE WHO ADVANCES, AND WHO STAYS
BEHIND. Disbelieve that powerhouse ass truth, at the expense of you
and your mother fucking offspring, peeps. Sawn yu'lllll. BYE-BYE,
YO!!!
SHALL
WE END THIS NOW?
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