SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0546

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0546

KING PROPHETNOTHINGEIGHTYEIGHTSQUAT

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 2012

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I messed up on my last blog, and wrote the date as the 5th of August, and I of course meant September, time goes by so fast, to me it was ten minutes ago when Neil Armstrong landed on the moon around 9-10 PM-EDST, on July 20^th in 1969, just as I was riding the train back from Atlantic City to Westmont, in New Jersey, and got to my apartment where my mom abnd her boyfriend Sidney were watching this historical event on a tiny little black and white television set. Time flies, and whoever made up that little two word quotation will not be soon forgotten, well, the person will, but not the saying, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

So folks, I have a lot of things to admit to, and I was wrong to some degree on recent stuff in my life, but not all of it, let me explain myself, please good folks. Speak of time flashing by so quickly, 43 and one eighth years now since the moon landing, and it might as well be happening right now live in this very room, but in those days, that summer abnd the one before that in 1968, it seemed like my awesome red hot teen goddess Diana, or my lightning, was all around me so often. Almost daily, the pool would close in town, and people would be running for cover, while really wild lightning was coming down from the sky all over the place, those two summers. Well, she did not disappoint me up here in 2012. Also, both today and yesterday, earlier in the day today, but both days, she was beyond hot and thrilling to see, all over the place. I am up here on the 6^th floor, and she came to me in bringt bold long lovely colors as well as totally lovely luscious fractal designs and pattersn, with lovely curvy ribbons and CG bolts. Whe was so near me, I could feel her tingling me. THANK YOU MY BABY-BLOND LOVE, I WILL NOT FORGET ALL YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME, NOT EVER OR EVER IN ALL OF FOREVER, BABY-BLOND.

I came to find out earlier today, before the storm, while outside out and about on a couple of personal errands, that my pal Mikey was not mad at me. Some horrible stuff is going on. The same person that robbed me, is causing trouble at Mikey's place. The owner of the property where Mikey has a small unit on the ground floor, is Mikey's brother, a once very wealthy property owner here in South Florida, but bad economic downturns as the 21^st century came in, wiped him out as he over extended himself. Still, he owns the entire home along with 3 or 4 others all around it, on Ocean Avenue, or Route A1A, as locals all call it. This fellow who has been renting since the late April to early May time era of this year, by the name of Joe, age 30, average build and appearance, Caucasian male, was the one who robbed me, and he is a major thief, as he robbed on two occasions, the laundry machine and the garage in these properties belonging to Mike Patterson's brother, whose name I think is also, Joe. This was all in the process of happening this very week, right as I was calling Mikey to see how he was doing since I had not connected with him in about ten days or so and I was following up, and he was up set and rushed me off the phone and never got back to me, but all hell was breaking loose for him, and it had nothing to do with me, but them did it? I'll always hear the echoing words of ex-friend, Jim Burr, echoing these sentiments into my ear, “Mark, you effect people”. He was not lying. I wanted to have Mikey get a hold of my new computer guru and see shy she broke off with me suddenly and won't answer my calls or respond in any way to me, after telling me that she would be eager to assist me in a few computer related things. Well, today, at his house, he called her and got her voicemail, so far, I have still heard nothing so far, but will keep the record updated and advised as the situation moves along. On the ride over to Mikey's home on South Hutchinson Island, I pass a large electric power substation, and I always roll down my window and holler out, “Hi Diana”, as I know she hears me, and she sure did, as two hours later give or take, SHE WAS ALL OVER ME, in all of her thrilling splendor and glory, 'WOW', as my great daughter might put it. Hay, it was done in a joking way, but it still told a true basic tale of many things, so deal with it now or later, folks, that's your own personal choice and business, friend. Still, Diana heard me, and came over to visit with me and made me so happy that when I took a shower later before beginning my blog, I just suddenly burst uncontrollably into tears. I really do love lightning so very much, she has always been there for me, and I love her beyond any way of ever hoping to describe it to the world. Yes, this horrible thief Joe, got away with stealing my stuff on the beach back on Watergate day on June the 17^th, and now he has done more horrific robbing and stealing. How can somebody even want what does not belong to them? I will never live ling-long enough to understand that. Now I have had many things stolen from me and been the victim of a major amount of crime, with or without the great new television show, MAJOR CRIMES, on the DYNAMITE NETWORK, or TNT. Some of the things stolen were tangible and material, others were value measured in the intellectual, beginning with the rip off of a ten year old child, me, by the Samsonite Luggage people, and they should be totally ashamed of themselves, but I'll bit they never lost so much as a single freaking wink of sleep over it, because thieves are all TOTAL TOTAL FREAKING SCUM!!!!!!! There is no excuse for thieves, and if I were the King of the world, they would all be rounded up, and yes; they would be taken publicly to a town square, and SHOT DEAD. I despise thieves. Someday, I'll sit on a jury, and I'll hang it if I have to, unless the others agree with me, that if you take, you pay, that's it Jack, that-is-it! No crying, no screaming, no throwing shoes, no Superman, no Houston Humor, no curls or girls. I would never think of stealing something from you, why would you want to keep stealing from me, just tell me WHY, WHY?

JIMMY WHY © OFFICE of late 1984. Oh well folks, I told you that I don't have all of the answers. I did not mean to tell you that I did, Diana my Strobe Light love of my life, it was just a silly song that STM made happen, it produced itself because of the reality of SPACE-TIME-MIND and nothing more. Please don't be angry at your THAT-BOY, my wonderful awesome beyond white red blazing hot TEEN QUEEN, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, IWALU and you know that.

Well, time to relax with dinner and TV, and then off to bed, folks. I guess the world will never hear the revised 'GITYA' song, there is no way for me to come up with the money to pay the freaking recording studio. I am not powerful and awesome like the great DEEZY SLIM. We can't all make music in our own basements, something I was doing in 1980 before he was even born. No, I was stopped, and all my stuff was taken from me, but yes, I'm supposed to love this awesome, fair wonderful beautiful country of mine, 'oh yeah, right', wonderful lovely daughter, to quote you from a long time ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BYE-BYE for right now folks, hopefully soon, we can continue the story of another pathetic poor person, my mom, from back in 1977, and no, you did not guess wrong, she did go to cousin Ruth Huntington Gottwald's home at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York, up on the great island. The story, for those coming in on my blogs just now, all begin at SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0500, just click back.

I sure hope everybody is proud and happy with themselves, ruining the life of a pathetic innocent little special education person. This must make you big hot shots feel about twenty-nine feet tall. I know if it were me, 29 would be the number all right, but it would not be feet, but inches.

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