SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCVI
12:49
AM-EDST-OCTOBER 24, 2012
WEDNESDAY
BOTBAR AFTERNOON, SUPER
TEOHIV/TMCEAM/MORPRO
NO
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
STARTING
BLOG:
MY
EVIL VICIOUS WOWO ENEMY IS ALIVE AND WELL. I cannot go
into all details, but I straightened out the shit with the two
telephone messages and fell asleep right afterward around quarter
past nine. At 12:30 on the nose, the STEREO
NEXT DOOR blasted me out for about ten minutes. It is not
loud, it is blasted intentionally at a maximum level, just to pick on
me. I have lived around those who play music and loudly, but never
have I been around anyone who blasts at top volume for 5-15 minutes
and 90%+ of the time, it commences at half past some hour, right on
the mother fucking minute. Someone has paid off these sick diseased
mother fuckers to persecute and harass me, so I must brave up and
file charges. Normally, most places want you to report shit, but this
place seems to operate on a screw ball mentality all its own. It was
these fucking rotten dirt bags last night after-all, slamming doors
at three and four and five in the morning, shaking the place with
that attack as well, somehow however, it was made to sound as though
it was not coming from them, but they have been home all along.
Welfare fucking rat bastards, never work or go anywhere except each
others apartments day and night. This is so bad here, that I am
counting down my time, as come the third of November, my disability
money comes in, and I will be on my way into Mexico, and out of this
mother fucking clit chewing ass Florida, and its many fucking enemies
from NEW YORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Needless
to say that before I blogged this, I payed the quantum roulette
against these cunt lapping mother fucking crude vulgar shit heads,
and only two quick games, they of course won hard with a +5 followed
by a +3. If I played for real, I would be 800 dollars ahead using
this powerful new tool.
I
cannot win with these jerk offs around me. I even called the
Bonjovi's and left a message that I will not be doing anything with
the YBCO song, before I went to bed and after straightening out the
other two messes that were just oversights and errors, one having to
do with my pharmacy and the other the peeps who handle my auto loan.
It is always something with me, they never ever fucking cunt leave me
the shit alone.
Police
Department of Fort Pierce, be looking for me soon, I will be coming
over to sign a complaint against #608 peeps in this building across
from me, as I was told to do by the Building Manager, Mizz Debbie
Morato!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, at
least it is not Misses Marola, and I am not in 1969. If
you look hard enough, some positive is always staring me in the face,
it seems as each fucking cunt day passes however, I do need to look
all the harder to find it, but it's there, and as I gleaned from my
kid's movie from the early days of the century, it
could always be worse. Well, the recurring dreams of
schools in Jersey and knife fights in Florida, looks like not only
the light-switch is cosmically destined to break all over me, so I
will get ready to bleed out and die, and the cops can then
investigate my ruthless fucking cold blooded murder. Unfortunately,
will the right peeps ever go away, Dawn-Marie
King?????????????????????? Guess forgetting you sweetie is gonna be a
life long mission goal for me, if possible at all, same thing for my,
teacher? Hmm. Well, lots of powerful stories have been done in
Hollywood about these things from Quantum
Leap to the great old 1968 Tony
and Doug's, TIME TUNNEL. I sure wish this was all just
fantasy, only to see that what I am dealing fucking with is not, you
need to click here, on this site right now good folks,
http://www.mountainpen.wordpress.com/,
while I have yet to be stabbed and die in the soon to follow knifing,
as this is all the same to see, you know, the skies and the flies and
the dirt balls next door, and trying to deal with all of this now or
later on. A shame how DONALD SCUM BAG TRUMP
always gets his way, sooner or later, and then on top of that, he got
rid of the only thing that he had to fear, one particular thing out
of Victoria's Twilight Zone, that could destroy this vile
and despicable monster from the pits of twisted and diseased fucking
hell, the tape that created his persona in the first place, as didn't
any of you out here ever notice how he just popped onto the scene one
day like out of one of those television shows where someone creates
an identity and comes alive suddenly out of nowhere? I am the dude
who he used to get him here, and now, he will murder me. Funny old
world with or without all of the fucking cock stroking silly old dogs
on the planet. I knew right along but I fought it just like my mother
used to play her head games that I was so much against back in the
nineties and so often told her that, and then I go and do the very
same pot and fucking kettle thing up here in the fucking cunt lapping
ass future, what a fucking cunt ass hypocrite I seem to be on this
one BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One night in the summer time of
2009, while under Stockholm Kidnapping at Dawn and Ann's home, owned
by FBI AGENT STEVE CARUSO,
of Austin, Texas; I was at my security job at the DEEZY SLIM
CIFALOGLIO NEVER LKED ME PLANT OF FOLSOM IN NEW JERSEY YO, and
happened to be listening to a karaoke tape I had made a while back on
another guard post in Pennsylvania called ROADWAY TRUCKING, at
Highway #309 and County Line Road; and this tape had two different
sing along versions with me, and my song from nightmare 1986, called,
“REAL GOOD GIRL”, and
normally I played only one side of this tape and then rewound it for
another use at another time. But the system in the car that plays
cassette tapes has a feature called, “Auto-Reverse” so at the end
of the one side playing, unless stopped or rewound, it would just
begin to play the flip side. The never played flip side had the
version of the song where the very start of the tape was not cut off
in its first two seconds as was the case with the side normally
played. This side had the original introduction of me quickly saying
the word “MY” on the tape, right before the drums and cymbals
began to play. This night was the beginning of my memories coming
back on many powerful items. This was also a night that just as with
August in 1986 originally, I wish had never mother fucking
happened.
For
now, I AM ENDING THIS BLOG!!!!!!!!!!
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