SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0557
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2294
SBT
DATFILE: 091412.497
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR (BSNF):
“SOON
TO ARRIVE, EVEN GREATER ADULT-PLAYGROUND
RAGE
THAN WE GENERATED BACK IN GOOD OLD 2008”
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THE FLAG OF MY COUNTRY THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, FOUNDED BY MY
OWN FAMILY AND THEIR FRIENDS A WHILE BACK, AND ALSO SWORN BY MY ALL
MIGHTY GREAT TEEN-QUEEN GODDESS “SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE
KRASSLE”.
BEGINNING
OF THIS BLOG TRANSMISSION FOLKS:
When
I started early in June of 2010, at the Harvest job, through the
Federal Stimulus Program and the AARP Foundation, out of the Port
Saint Lucie, Florida, Office; some things happened that were not all
blogged. The reason was simple. Time was and is, limited, and there
were just too many incredible things going down all around me, as
they always seem to be as the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON, and under this
horrific HUNTINGTON CURSE, that Cousin Donald in his blissful
ignorance, used to and maybe still does, refer to as the MASON CURSE.
Mason and Eastman lineages joined up with the great Huntington
family, but it was the Huntington family who came directly from the
Stuart line and before that, the Carpenter line, back to the Lord or
(SAR) Jesus himself, and the great King David of the Judah Tribe,
even before Him. As for returning to the topic at hand about middle
2010, if you archive back in this area through my many blogs, at the
GOOGLE OWNED, URL ADDRESS of: http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/
folks, you'll unmistakably see that so many powerful things and
truths all connect into the past fifty years of my hellish nightmare
life, and started re-centering up here in Florida after about a half
year of residency down here at the time I left the White City section
of the great Fort Pierce, Florida, for the 26th Street
Hood, and the Harvest job through and via the AARP. There were
several huge things happening. Also there was a merging of holograms,
proving to me that even though the movie of the nineties called, “The
Truman Story”, and a great movie shall I add and a must get for my
MORIANS; BUT YES, THAT EVEN THOUGH I PROVED TO MYSELF THAT THE MOVIE
WAS NOT REALLY TOTALLY A REALITY FOR ME AS I WAS INDEED STARTING TO
WONDER IF I COULD EVEN REACH FLORIDA AND JUST HOW REAL FLORIDA WAS
FOR ME, SHOULD I TRY AND GO THERE MYSELF, A MAJOR QUANTUM DYNAMIC
EQUATION; but all though I did get here and come to indeed reside
here, part of the Truman Story movie was indeed totally a reality,
for me anyway. All of a sudden, in a little shit hole 1300 miles from
home, is an entire bunch of folks all grouped together from all the
places in my own past life, such as in New Jersey, and even Hammonton
itself, and Suffolk County, New York, with DEEZEE SLIM and his
friends such as EXTRENE FIGHTER David, and then there were many male
and female persons, young, old, and all in-between in age, who also
seemed to all have a past and many a recent pasty, in all of these
areas. It used to scare the hell out of me peeps, as remember,
Dawn-Marie King had threatened to kill me if she ever finds me down
here in Florida someday, and she had not died until New Years Day in
2011, and I did not come to learn of this until Ann called me after
both my daughter's friends first called, then she called, and that
was after I dared to call my wonderful friend, Sheriff Monks of San
Mateo County, Kali4nya. I only did this because I had powerful
evidence that time traveler Boom Boom, had been hacking into my
computer, and my keyboard and screen was literally one and the same
with his, using some very sophisticated worm virus allowing this to
be done. This is even discussed in that episode on the world famous
television show called, “Law & Order”,, now defunct, as it
was obviously there to do its job and let me know major stuff about
me and my past life, and then after that, like magic, Merlin, and
Poofagazam, GONE, after 22 frikkin years of greatness and super
entertainment. Do I believe this can be any kind of a coincidence
since this all started right after my initial visit to Ron Wirtz
Senior at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, in Camden, New
Jersey, on the 5th day of December in 1989, well the
answer would be folks, a very RESOUNDING
AND EMPHATIC
*
****NO*****
and hopefully I've made my frikkin point, YO. Many huge things
happened while I was in that very short time period in my life,
working there and living in the great HOOD section of the great
illustrious FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA,
BRO GREEN bright lawns and frog switch bay weed suckers. The time on
the Hutchinson Island south Beach with the giant girl flirtation
attack was part of it, but major stuff all ready was underway, from
attacking my car before I could move out of WHITE CITY, Jewelly
Viqueen Copyright, to the strange sixteen year old blond with the
baseball sized bicep muscles from Burlington's High Street Printing
Shop, where I was employed as Franklin some time ago, in the early
eighteenth century working with and for my mean brother. There was my
daughter and her banquet feast “DREAM”, there was good old
annoying “Trinidad Sat” come on, must we be educated all the way
back into first grade or even kindergarten to see we just add in the
AN, after-all, between Ann and Sat, or said better the other way
around, I was being spun around on a hot pike and completely grilled
for somebody's supper this all goes beyond just amusement, someone
wants my life to end here in this world, so do I, unfortunately, that
is not going to be an easy task to perform, not with the WORLD
LABORATORIES up in the future, and lovely Donna there, retracing me
over and over again in retaliation for what I did to her, as her mom
claimed all along, but being out of time since in 1980, the
interaction with misses Gaines never made any sense to me back then.
We can discuss how I was set up, how a horrible father/daughter team
wanted to get me fixed up with a mentally challenged woman who we
will call Winnola Smithers to keep things as the Dragnet peeps would
say, changed to protect the innocent,
DAH-----DAH-DAH-DAH-------DAH-----DAH-DAH-DAH-DAH. At least I don't
have to put anything ON TOP with this, huh June Grantwars? Let's
keep things civil around here, Mister President Lincoln,
YO!!!!!!!!!!! No, things have happened to me that tell me that Patty
Jane can believe all he wants, what he believes, maybe he is right,
but this is
ONE HELL OF A GREAT PARLOR TRICK.
Still
folks,
the
only way to make it work in the way of the great
rock/paper/scissors/light-fire game of pipe experts and time
travelers with adorable kids, is to then be satisfied that OK fine
and dandy, why then am I the pivotal point in this entire universe,
as I would have to be, as it stands to reason, if all of this
trickery and time and effort, and energy is being continually wasted
and expended on little old nobody me, nobody in as far as Wall Street
and Bankers would rate me on some business balance sheet, hay, I am a
child of the goddess, even though technically in HER present
incarnation, I also double up as her dad, and I have no less worth
than all of you garbage cappies on the street there at B&W in
Manhattan, YO.
I
would bet my bottom dollar and even my bottom itself folks, that
peeps are all waiting to know what I asked GAWKY GAUKAUK about last
night before retiring off to frikkin bed, and what response I
received from my great magical kitty cat. Well, you are all correct,
I win the bet, and yes, you can bet your Annie Dreamfields cornfield
ass that I asked why the DOW JONES IS AT ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS AND
BETTER THAN ALL THE WAY BACK INTO 2007 BEFORE THE ECONOMIC DOWNturn,
AND YES, ONE OF THE ANSWERS WAS, LIKE YOU NEED ME TO TELL YOU PEEPS;
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
Yes
folks, my question was posed, and my answer was me drawing two
ordinary playing cards, the four suits from ace through nine, 36
little cards with the power to reveal a reality so powerful, and
there are 81 sub-universe realities, and only one is the answer, and
yes, my answer draw last night before hitting the mother fucking hay,
was PCN-143. Also folks, here are a few other of my own match-list
items in my GAWNUM DECODING PCN BOOK, for the number of PCN-143, or
the ROOT GAWNUM 14, interestingly enough also, my age when I wrote
the song in middle June, called, “That's The Way It Goes”, and
then two-three weeks later, it went, and never looked back, right
great lovely gorgeous Melanie Look-Alike somnambulist PEEKAY?????? So
anyway folks, here are the other 143's from my
match-list-Gawnum-book, YO, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
GAWKY
GAUKAUK'S ANSWER TO ME LAST NIGHT FOR THE DOW JONES AND ITS 500+
POINT CLIMB IN LESS THAN TWO MOTHER FUCKING WEEK, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!! SO AM I BOUNCED AROUND FROM TOWN TO TOWN, OR TIME TO
TIME BY AN EIGHT YEAR OLD PUNK KID, 1988 CIOPYRIGHT OFFICE, YOU TELL
ME, YOU ALL SEEM TO HAVE ALL THE DAM ANSWERS, RIGHT PRESIDENT MCCOY?
PCN-143
FROM THE GAWNUM ROOT OF #14:
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER---SONG WRITER---TRINITRAIL---HADDONWOOD---TAXI
DRIVER---PUNISHMENT---ADVANCED EXPLORATRON---ROYAL PAINS---MY SUPER
EX GIRLFRIEND.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Lab-Dogs, or (L-4); please tell me how you can
doubt or beat a system, given to you in what you all think of as a
DREAM, as this was given in 1980 to me, and by a huge magical talking
BLACK CAT who has the name of GAWKY GAUKAUK for crying out fucking
loud peeps; YO; and gives me the answer of PCN-624, when I asked ten
days or so back, and I told you I will not insult your intellect, but
now I will, as I doubt that anyone got it, when I asked my wonderful
kitty cat who is not from this lovely Mickey Dee best hand in Poker
world, huh Bobby Vandegrift; YO; who also is known around certain
Philly-57 hockey ling-long areas as 'Anti Santa Claus', for doing
such nice things in public places, unmentionable, detestable, and
unspeakable of course; but my wonderful oldest daut knows and I know
that she knows; yes I asked this magical cat just exactly why the ALL
MIGHTY SCYLLA used my GITYA to send me a 1997 message that it still
took me eleven more years to get, and her message is totally true, no
one can dare call HER a liar, as SHE only tells the truth, that much
I will give HER, my hands stay in my pockets however if I have any
cassette tapes, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, McNulty boy. Yes not a lot of match
list items are in my GAWNUM DECODER BOOKS fro the root number of 62,
but here are the few and wow do they matter, no make that please, WOW
do
they matter. Jeese Louise Kickacar Fontanna Shannon Surfer Genlow,
OH THE GODS, could I type on and on and on and ON AND ON AND ON AND
ON AND ON, YO!!!!!!!
you
missed me today, Jane Slutface Notfondaya with your ONES CLOCK
ATTACK, HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's a quarter fucking
ass past one, and you missed me by two minutes this morning at
eleven-eleven, you evil Uwich. I guess all of the sleep walker PAULA
GIRLS stick together, or they should, or else, look what they might
do to you, right Melanie? I thought I would die when I saw Melanie
after leaving your school, Mike McNulty, in middle October of 1971,
AHA. She may have been a hundred feet shorter, but if that was not
Paula King's twin, then who is, but then, as do mighty well named
once tall and proud towers, no I was not going to say that the mighty
have fallen, as they have not, and in fact have one hell of a wild
ride future ahead of them, but I was going to say this folks. The
only difference is that one girl towered over the other, but take
that difference away, and we have a pair of perfect twins. Do I buy
all this? Let me ask my L-4, my Morians, my Lessians, and my
Inbetweenians, or anyone else up here, do you think for one rotten
minute, that I am? Not only am I not, but I cannot say that I AM,
because only my wonderful tower building claimer can also make such a
claim, and this has all ready been done, it is a matter of public
record for a hundred million plus of all of her fans. I've got your
number Sky. You know the boy is a total Nick look-alike, now the girl
looks like a combination of you and mom. As I told you earlier this
year, MC, they are totally adorable. Saw them the other day swimming
in the pool. Why you did all of this to me, only the two of you know,
and must live with that for the rest of your lives.
Well,
for now I have spoken enough electronic freaking hot air. Let me go,
and later, I have so much horrible dirt to throw around for what has
been done to me, it will fill up a frikkin library, YO.
MY
ETTOS-DEMENTIA attack again, sorry folks, I was gonna' close out
without telling you the few great PCN-624 match items. Here they are,
WOW:
'LOVE
IS FOR CARPENTERS' DREAM--TWO EMPTY LETTERS.
Double
triple quadruple freaking WOW, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
OF THIS BLOGGING
TRANSMISSION
FOLKS
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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