SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0553

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0553

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2294

SBT-DATFILE: 091112.768

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME

MORIANITY-RPOJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

BSNF: “FULL BLOWN SIEGE ON MULTIPLE PARAMENTERS”

© 2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR/MWM/MF-2/BOM

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

You name it and the enemies are doing it to me. Sore throat all day, cramping, noises on the phone recently that did not belong there, neighbors and doors, computer hacking with programs closing for no reason continuously just as they normally do when I try to post any Alex Jones videos onto my blog site at the Google Blogger. This is an extreme assault on my civil, human, and constitutional rights, ACLU, but then you could care less or so it seems. If I am the one complaining, nobody gives a smelly rats dam. I learned that decades and decades freaking ago, Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Lab Dogs, or L-4. Ron Wirtz Senior, at the Camden County Prosecutors Office, told me all throughout the great nineteen-nineties; that, and I'll quote him verbatim, “It's not the country doing this to you, it's big business, and virtually impossible to prove”. Still he god dam fucking knew. He still does if he is alive up here in middle September of twenty fucking dick sucking twelve.

I want to talk about trillions of things, but who has the time to listen or to care. Sheriff Monks, please try and keep some kind of check on things. My computer clock is doing its thing again for a month now, and programs are closing all over the place, and I could go on, just lucky I am not getting directly hooked up to pricky's keyboard again, but that could happen anytime, as he can control a lot of electronic things, as well as STM itself, so where does this all leave me, other than top realize how foolish I have been thinking that I could do what I wanted with my own dam song from 1983, after my kid all ready proved to me in 1997 that she was using it to send me my first message, even then, and I was totally clueless, Shf. I just now had to shut down as I got a pop up screen to do so, you know Shf. Mks. It was ever since I uploaded that 484 DVD that I bought in early oh-eight at the Hammonton Walmart, from my daughter, that this all started. Maybe it is just some huge coincidence, but anyone that can take me in my sleep, 31 days up into the future and show me the 2008 world Series Parade happening in full blown color and reality, well don't be too shocked if I just don't feel totally at ease about him, especially after the 36^th Avenue stunt that he pulled with this computer that never was even loaded with any of their stuff, yet suddenly I found myself living at the great Lakehouse. I am not allowed to call you you know, really, I am not supposed to be blogging messages to you either, and my daughter may very will kick my ass, but I can't worry about that right now, SHF.

Moving this along, I told my blogging audience that the DOW JONES WOULD HAVE ANOTHER BIG UP TICK WEEK THIS WEEK, and WOW, just keep watching, as I AM RIGHT, YES GINA, I TOLD YOU, just as you told me you would pin me quickly in an arm wrestle, you great awesome tall lovely dark haired goddess of the nineties. I miss you Gina, you were my favorite lady of the night. WOW, guess I'm a bad boy, huh SHF? Well, I stopped trusting women centuries ago, look what they've done to me, sir. Where is Melanie Safka when I need her to chime in with her dam two cents here?

Now, Brown COW-llio-KAL-10, let me move on some more, if it meets the approval of 1969 and its wonderful special education characters such as Misses Marola and Mister Marcucci, and my best friend from the early nineteen sixties, Andy Lichtenstein. This cannot go on forever. If I have to do something real real horrible that no one can catch and punish me for legally, as I go beyond this world and its limitations; then so be it, because that god dam song is going to be paid for, copyrighted, and posted, and no one is going to stop me, my kid will have to do me in to stop this Sheriff Monks and Sheriff Mascara. Long before the days of Haddonwood or even the great Ron Wirtz Senior, was the middle and the late nineteen-eighties, and a lot of powerful unexplainable stuff happened during this god dam fucking time period, that totally connects up to all of this right through this very present day. Some may have put a lot of two and two is four things together, and some may not, sawn all of you. I am just telling that MORIANITY officially started in 1995, just as I was born as Labber Zeejins in the middle twenty-third century. But however you put it all together, or not, one constant item remains through the dam thick of all of this stuff, and that is ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG. Things happened to me here that are beyond unspeakable, and if anyone is thinking to themselves, hay a lot of kids are molested, get over it, guess what, if all there was to this story was some dam sexual abuse, then I would be glad to just fucking ass get over it, but it is not, it is my dealings with an eternal teen aged goddess that I am speaking about here, and if you choose to not take it seriously or give me one ounce of the benefit of doubt, such as PP the great mighty all knowing freaking swami of New Jersey, then fine, sawn you, but I know what is true, and the world can go and but up in Dogtown, or what you call, HELL for all I give a crap. Yes when you see a lot of ABND or ODF hacks as in recent blogs, or small letters that I know to capitalize, you know things are really getting poured on me at this time. As for hearing death angels and seeing Jane Diseaseweeds a lot, that is so bad and continuous, that I no longer waste time blogging about it, so if it ever slows down, then, I'll mother fucking blog that it has lessened, so until then, just know it is Major Johnson, Ron Wirtz, old buddy.

Did anyone ever ask themselves why the great Scylla has made it so impossible for me to finish out the same YOUTUBE project that she came to me in dreams and insisted that I do ever since 2009? Well, until you hear the song, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, you won't understand, but the US Copyright Office who has my original 1983 song called, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, THEY GET IT!!!!!!! In fact, I feel that they have put it on TOP. But on top of what, Commander Pablo Checkoff Whalesave Hicks???????

As for things fitting together, the things no one can ignore is what Robert McGuire did to me as well as to Ed and me on HIS STREET to quote him, in Atlantic City, and the way all of the things have happened to me since I was a boy of about age ten. We can list a million actual literal things and speak for years, or I can crunch the stuff and just say that a lot has been told directly, eluded to indirectly, right up to my poor mother and her attempted suicide, and all the dates and places that fit so well with nightmares and remembered mental repressions on my part and on and on we could go, yet still, only a tiny part of this connects my daughter. The larger part is what and who my daughter really is in a much larger reality and life. Again, what are the odds of so many coincidences, just in her wonderful 2009 movie? I speak of about number 78 or so with the girl who recites God's name when trying to write a fairy tale. If any of you out here can buy all this, well, I really honestly feel that I should do you a big favor and so I will. You need to become friends with a man who thinks as you do, you would get along so great together, and I speak of Mister P. E. P., my former SPR partner, and do not GOOGLE the label, as neither one of us ever took it to the place of doing a website. Don't GOOGLE the layer either, AHA AHA AHA AHA. Yes sir, if you're reading this, Mike McNulty from 1971, I do miss your “I don't think you're so funny” LAUGH, that got me through some rough patches in my life, not only at that horrible rotten school for those 6 weeks or so that I was there, but up into my adult life as well. WHAAAAAAAAAAA. Hay world, I had no human way of knowing about bear hugs back on Friday night, nor who would win the series in 2008 thirty one days ahead of time, and on and on. How about the lovely home with 6-9 rooms that had no hallways and the rooms all just sort of went into each other, go ahead, ask Judge Raso of Hammonton, New Jersey, to show you the place or get a copy of the floor plan at the township as this has to be public information, just as are copyrights, double WHAAAA. Do you people reading this believe that I am enjoying this nightmare, hay maybe I am good and sick after going through all of this hell, but not so sick that I would have engineered this entire thing ion the first place to make myself get sick as shit on rye bread cubed. As for the great airship helicopter at the Cifaloglio plant, go ahead and tell me anyone but TEEN QUEEN ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA could have pulled that one off, YO.

 

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