SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0550

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0550

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I went to visit Mikey up on South Beach this afternoon. First, I stopped up at the Harvest, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ to buy some cereal on a BOGO-SALE, and I am a real cereal lover, probably the two food groups that I am a real fan of, are cold cereal and Breyers Ice Cream, and I am quite fanatical about my limeade, WO, Billy. Let's not split hairs with each other today, I don't like you a lot, but I like you far less with a pair of scissors in your hand, WO. My dirt bag in and out in and out across the hall nabes came back about a half to three quarters hour ago, and are going in and out with the doors, so what else is new. Still, I got a BOGO sale, I got ice cream on sale, and I got a lot of lemonade and limeade on sale, and then went over to the great Hutchinson Island to visit with Mikey. He went out of his mind when he heard “You'll Be Crossing Over, just a harmony track on a cassette tape, on my car stereo, which by the way had been broken, and my wonderful pal and sound engineer, Ryan, over at Bonjovi's place, repaired for me sometime back, no charge. He is one hell of a super great guy. I will have to call him and let him know the status, as I have some deals that if just one small break happens, I'll be able to pay my bill and collect my work. Yes, Mike almost went out of his mind when he heard just this little harmony track, still, it is that wonderful beyond awesome voice of Doctor Carey that really clinches it. I just wish I knew what really happened to me when I went there on Academy Road that mysterious day in 1984, as it totally has been blurred out forever, Doctor Propophol Red Rogers. Let me go shoot a couple of wolf dogs straight through the heart now and take them to the BRIGGBASE, for real extended torture. No, it is an inside joke, I have never so much as kicked a gecko, I was angry and kidding when I said those things. Now mosquito's and roaches I can kill with total pleasure. Yes Morgan Freeman, all you dudes on that science channel fascinate me, because you know I am right, yet none of you want to ever experiment in the real world, it is always on your blackboards, your laboratories, and your television documentaries. My life is real, and hyperspace and parallel realities are all a part of it. Anyone can see it, but it mot permitted to ever be really told, well, I guess we have entered the no-fly-zone with this, huh Agent Falcon and Agent Condor, of 1988, and your great documentary aired on New York City television, channel 11, WPIX. I guess when one gets too close to telling the real truths, that is when the shut down process is felt. Where are you when I need you, oh great and powerful not OZ Alex Jones, sir? Bing, bang, boom. Yeah, I just love my wonderful butt wipe nabes, YO.

I walked on the beach, pet some dogs, talked to some nice people, but even though the lifeguards were on duty, I did not swim. I just wanted to be near my wonderful Atlantic Ocean, and let her know just how much I will always need and love my great awesome TEEN QUEEN, Sarah-Stacey Krassle, or the energy that she flows through a lot, on this planet, just as the very opening of the biblical book of Genesis describes, only again, I take things a little further. I can directly interact with this wonderful teenager, and none of you need to know more than this, because her endless age is sixteen, it is always her birthday, and yes, we do a lot more than fly kites and talk. Still, this mortal world has no business judging my relationship with their great God of theirs. If they wanted to show real love, they wouldn't call this being a silly name like that, hell, it is DOG in reverse, and has the same PCN as a result. Well, I won't judge you, and you don't judge me, abnd we can all agree to at least try to get along, OK Mister King, and great awesome family?

Well folks, I am here to tell you that I have about forty quadrillion, seven hundred sixty three trillion, one hundred ninety one billion, seventeen million, five hundred and twenty one thousand, or so, things that I want to say on MORIANITY, still, but obviously, I would still be trying that long after the entire universe recycles itself. This is known in the future in many realities as a maxed out information crunch. What is not known about in 2012, here in this reality where I now type these words, is that things can indeed be both expanded and compressed, in complex ways, long after we understand how to make fusion work, as we are still dabbling in nuclear fission, a very dangerous thing to be doing, but hay, it makes the necessary wheels spin that create static charge, and from there usable energy divided by time, AKA “power or the power of choice, and again, AKA ELECTRICITY, and the true love of my endless eternal life.

I totally believe in my heart, that my daughter Pee will not let me down, and will find me soon. She is the most clever, intelligent, beyond hot and gorgeous, and most powerful teenager, on this planet. Roy Carl Weiler Senior knows only the one reality of the great Roundhouse of Egg Harbor City, but I have has the pleasure of experiencing some wild alternates. I know my wonderful Pee will find me soon, and we will go away together, and out of here, where I have been stuck and miserable for a very long time. For those who wish to go onto www.amazonbooks.com/ or into a book store in the 'real world' whatever that really is; get this great man's book from five years or so back, called, “Secrets of the Museum. It is beyond great, and if you read in-between the lines, you will see unmissable things, IF YOU DARE. Oh I just cannot resist this, sorry, 'WOW'. Well good folks, I need to relax with dinner and a little television so please let me go. But just ask the musclebound great ex-governor of Kali4nya, as he will tell you all, that I'LL BE BAAHK, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. BYE-BYE, y'all.

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