SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0579

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0579

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2292

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME

BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:

“SAME OLD SAME OLD, HARASS ME ALL DAY,

DOW FLIES AND SOARS LIKE A MOTHER FUCKING EAGLE”

© 2006-2012 MARK WAYNE HUNTINGTON CURSED MOHR

SUNSET TIME IN FORT PIERCE, ROSANN

DELANEY COLLINS, AND CHEAP COPYCATERS

799 MILLIDAYS ON OCTOBER ONE, TWENTY TWELVE

ALSO DOUBLING AS LUCKY DICE 7-11 IN THE EVENING

THIS IS A VOLUNTARILY TAKEN SWORN OATH OF TOTAL TRUTH, NO ADDITIONS OR DELETIONS ARE HEREIN, IN ANY WAY. THIS IS SO SWORN NOW BY ME, MOUNTAINPEN, UNDER FLAG OF MY NATION, THE USA, AND MY ALL

MIGHTY GODDESS, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE.

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Well ladies and gentlemen, they destroyed my mother fucking sleep today, many loud FIRE ALARMS are happening again these days, and today again, and my across the hall jerk offs were loudly yelling and playing music, and woke me over and over again, like a bunch of fucking pricks, and this was all done, for the sake of the 26+ year fucking cunt nightmare parallel event of KNOCKING ME DOWN, AND UP GOES THE DOW JONES MARKETS, and sure enough, they flew up nearly a hundred points today, and right back up near all time record highs and they will keep right on going HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER, so mark my turd chewing slime licking fart sniffing prophetic words, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are many CONSTANT BEHAVIORS of my WOMO ENEMY. One is persecuting me on last and first days of month and seasons, as well as all fucking ass festive occasions/holidays, including my own fucking birthday. Only real bottom feeders can sink close to being this mother fucking cunt sucking low, L-4. Another constant item with this piece of sleazy disease, is that every time I come out of any major dreaming-interaction or 'EXPLORATRONIC EXPERIENCE'; they always turn up the artillery fire on me, major and immediate. As my loyal followers and MORIANS, and perhaps my Lessians and Inbetweenians as well, all know, that the night before last, I HAD A MAJOR INTERACTION WITH THE GREAT SSJKK, THE ALL MGHTER OWNER AND RULER OF ALL THAT IS. Actually, I had just remembered something, upon falling into one of my serial dreams back around 10:30 on Sunday morning, as this puts things as they really are, instead of mortal worlds backward, by way of powerful unrelenting illusions that we all are continuously under. You most likely remember it was about the magical chain of 1969, and some very bright few out here, know that there must be some fire somewhere, all hidden and covered up between a lot of smoldering dying hot ash and embers that are pouring out a heavy thick black ugly and stenchy smoke all over, and have been for 4-5 decades in my life. This is why some entity or force, did not want me to ever have, an adolescent child's point of view, upon reaching adulthood, along with more accurate detailed memories of events that took place in Atlantic City, so they got rid of any chance of that ever happening by getting rid of my famous, BOOK OF THE BEACH, or my 'BOB' for short. If I still had that book, you could bet, that along with many other sadly L?O?S?T things, that I would have everything posted up on the social media networking sites, despite thinking this entire thing is a new age system of satanism. I only have what I now do have to work with, but then, that is not really all, because common sense has revealed very recently to me, that even if I still had it all, and posted it all, and even had my own company-sized exuberant website, filled with dramatic looking stuff, and all the ostentatious colors and designs and photos and videos and all of this; those who say, until I put my hand in your wounds, I don't buy into any of your bullshit, Mountainpen, will and would all still be there, and these doubting Thomas majority Missourians are not movable, another thing I must conclude to be in agreement with old MITT about. I don't agree with the attitude or his way seeing a truth based on his privileged life biasing his thoughts, but I do see the acceptance attitude of the 47% thing, where is quoted in the now famous May Mother Video, as saying that he is not going to change the 47% who are going to vote against him. This part, I'd be a total moron fool to try and argue with, as it is 100% correct, and you will not find a bigger OBAMA FAN than me, despite also being an Alex Jones fan. Just because I happen to like and respect both of these fine gentlemen, don't try playing me one off the other, world. I can agree with some things that both these fine folks are believing and doing, Bruce Pennock said it all a long time ago when my kid was just practically out of diapers peeps, “Nobody's perfect”.

When this evil trilogy thing with me all got started and was suddenly just on and upon me like a raging lioness if she caught me petting one of her newborn cubs, and this is no fucking exaggeration, remember my fucking sworn oath here folks; there was no way to fight it. It is like those ads on TV where the kid screams out to the man entering a room, “You're not my dad”, and so on as the ad spot progresses. I cannot get a soul to believe in my abominable monstrous fucking hell. The only one that knew it was true, was both a MASON, and in a correspondence with just about every female recording artist of the times back in the middle nineteen-eighties, an extremely bizarre set of coincidences for me now, looking back on this wild and outlandish and totally unfathomable situation. Still think this is all the MASON CURSE, cousin Don???????????????????? Well cuzz, your mom said it all, around the time of the great Midwestern dust bowl times, late in the frikkin thirties, “Can it be true, it must be so”. I even copyrighted the song, as a co-written song, and sang along with your mom, my aunt Barbara Maud Mason, the only sister of my now late mother, Grace Eastman Mason, praise the Lord!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can totally prove my trilogy problem, my curse being real, even who GOD IS in these times. The problem is that the powers governing this planet will not allow this, and will stop me until I am maggots, because if I prove any of it, the entire world as they now fucking know it, will be over in a quick flash, ushering in the real new age, where freedom would abound, and things would be a real honest utopia. No, these bastard ass fucking capitalist pigs want it all to themselves, and I stand there as a constant reminder and threat, that if I could ever get one person with real clout to believe me and help me, the entire world would alter overnight, funny thing, you would think someone reading this would be saying, “wow, you arrogant twisted fucking prick, I'll do this just to prove you wrong”. This has been tried on a quick initial basis, and folks have vanished far and fast into the fucking Marie Fahey Callio Capano Club of Delaware Miquon Camps of 400 years ago. Maybe they buried my old body as the squaw of that tribe in the same place they are buried. I hope it is not in the Pittsburgh Hotel under a secret tunnel in the basement, where someone else really is, notice that was not Jimmy, the other day on the news. Just as they find planets but no life, and this is all they ever will do, they will only find the great Jimmy, where the mighty fucking McGuire buried him as a young man. Please lady over at Eckert Pharmacy on July 12, 2003, “don't even get me going”, sweetie. Do we really need another 12 inch flood over at Medford Lakes, up there in Jawsey, Gov? One thing I sure don't miss world, and that is the major Jersey corruption. I could write a blog, one blog, and call it NEW JERSEY CORRUPTION BLOG, and it would be destined to be ten times longer than anything this MORIANITY BIBLE BLOG can ever end up being, YO, WHAA.

END TRANSMISSION, FOR NOW, BUT I WILL BE BACK 'ARNIE'.