SAFE
JUORNAL, CHAPTER DCII
KING
OF PROPHET OF NOTHING HELL-1988 © OFFICE
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
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SUBTITLE NUBER FOUR (BSNF):
“SATURDAY
AND WEEKEND HELL STIKE, AS NORMAL”
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SBT-DATFILE:
102012.693 (X-XX-XII.DCXCIII)
AND
OBVIOUSLY, RAPIDLY APPROACHING THE BIG DELTA
STARTING
OF THE BLOG:
Let
me tell what happened. Every time I do anything at all with certain
things, my nabes who obviously have been contacted and quietly via
monetary remuneration, and being compensated for their cooperation,
to persecute the hell out of me, at precise times, are doing their
job quite well. Back in the spring of last year this began while I
lived at the 26th Street house up in the hood of Fort
Fierce, when I tried getting to the bottom of it, as I did in 1983
with AT&T and Miss Blake and later Mister Rambo in 1984, all I
got was major huge grief, and of course the world famous UFO-BRICK
WALL TREATMENT, and many can relate, so don't even think about
denying and lying. The world has many various views on the powers,
both human, and from the worlds beyond human, regarding what is
happening to all of us and has been since quite a while now, and more
and more folks do indeed know for certain, that this is not some
shared false illusion, but a dangerously real nightmare and truth
that is all encompassing and is not going to just pack up soon, and
go away.
L-4
and all others up here, I want to share what happened to me two
springs back, when one day I went to use my computer, this same one I
am using now, purchased at the fort Pierce Walmart Store in December
of 2010, along with a coworker by the name of Clay coins. We were
going to use it as a partnership and were planning to sign up with
the TD, and do day trading on Wall Street. Naturally, as with any and
all things that I've ever attempted to undertake since leaving mother
fucking high school, I was stopped in my tracks instantly, just as
when I tried running that little mail order business back in 1974 and
the WOMO was just waiting for me as though they had been waiting to
just TURN ON from the gods only know where and begin this horrendous
fucking shit for me that has never even looked back to so much as
grin, ever since.
One
day in the spring of 2011, I suddenly appeared to be switched over to
across the nation, a place on 36th Avenue in San Mateo,
Cali4nya. What happened was I tried to Google a path from my house
here on 26th Street in Fort Pierce, Florida, to some local
place, and ended up realizing that I was at some A-position in their
system, at this location. A little leg and detective work allowed me
to take a neighboring area out there, and track back to ask GOOGLE
MAP how to get from there back to where 'I am supposing living'. This
is how things got real wild, and eventually, Ultimate Fighter David
became a powerful enemy and he was over me at my job at the Harvest
place, there website address is as follows,
http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
and he made my life hell. He was pals with
Deezy Slim, and they were the two coolest peeps at the
place, all big rapper types are that get real street cred. But Darius
was my friend too, and this limited what old David from Smithtown,
New York could do to me and get away with it, all though I was
getting calls from the local county jail from a BOO who I certainly
don't know, and other wild calls about ending up in a bin, and I know
who the dudes were, Ultimate fighter David and his pal who later went
to the Vero Beach store, as Harvest now has numerous county stores as
you'll see by accessing their website. They were not picking on me
for no reason, I know Nick was behind it. I may appear to be a moron,
but I know how to add up one plus mother fucking one. So I decided
eventually after Comcast Cable,
intentionally destroyed my evidence that this Google maps
thing had proven, and could not be duplicated, right out of the
fucking spy movies only we're talking about my fucking god dam real
life here folks, YO; copying 1983 and 1984 when I could not get
anywhere way back then even when my kid was 13 and 14; proving SHE
HAS TO BE ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA, still, nothing is total proof of
anything, things merely keep pointing towards or away from this fact,
and the enemies are great tactical deceivers, using the great tool
against me known as CONFUSION, as discussed on blog number DCI, and
was obviously not much appreciated, by the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, YO
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
I called the SHERIFF'S OFFICE one day and talked with somebody close
to Sheriff Greg Monks, and, and
ten minutes later a call from some Spanish speaking folks came in
with a number 650-***-**** and I will not go into more detail. Then
fifteen minutes after this, and after not hearing from anyone in this
wild family since I ran away from my kid's discount cousins or her
600's in Roman numeration for a little lightening up laugh here,
YUK-YUK and TEE-HEE; the phone rings, and the caller-ID box said,
DAWN KING, and I almost got a real honest heart attack. I later
braved up and called back, and Ann King answered, and told me that
her daughter Dawn-Marie had passed away a couple months back on New
Years Day. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Still, this dam family from
1970, or as I called them from the 1970
dreams that I kept getting while staying at CHILD
MOLESTER'S HOME ON CORNWALL AVENUE IN
VENTNOR, New Jersey, “THAT
FAMILY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The odds that Ann would call
right after this other west coast branch of THAT FAMILY called, and
right after my talk with the assistant to SHERIFF GREG MUNKS, both of
these branches called, would be millions or more to one against being
some wild random set of coincidences, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, my pants have all burned up, DAVID, All-Knower of all the
Suffolk County, New York peeps, while managing to not know any of the
mother fucking snooty GOTTWALD or HUNTINGTON branches of me and my
roots, YO. WOW, I am so impressed with all of this hellish
harassment, Aunt Geraldine Shah Snow Mason of 1967,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
at 11:30 on the dot, Pacific Time, my across the hall nabes, seem to
always start blasting me out, with their loud thumping miserable
music. Another BOTBAR DAY, but then, as Lenny Briscoe might say so
well on “Law & Order”, “Still, what else is new”? What is
it about 2:30 my time, I wonder? This is always or at least 90% of
the time,that this begins, and seems to be timed to the minute,
almost as though these persecuting mother fuckers have their stereo
system on a timer switch, I know you can purchase these devices for
ten bucks at a Walmart store, I should know, I used to have five or
more of them, before THAT FAMILY, took everything I had away from me,
and are still LAUGHING AT ME. WOW, no wonder my kid can laugh at
those horrible stair chases, if she can laugh at so much of this
stuff, now things are seen in a new light. You see, the real CANNON
is not some hubby, but a list of scriptures that ancient POPES of the
VATICAN decided to keep, and others to KEEP OUT, of what now is the
commonly used bibles. Some including the life of Jesus before he was
twelve and before any public mention or records are there, but THEY
KNOW ABOUT THE WEED SUCKING BAYS AND THE ROOF PUSHES. What really are
the odds that Benedict the XVI would come to a church just yards down
the road from the home I was kidnapped in by Dawn King in late 2008,
and then he wrote those powerful things about space aliens, come on
folks, just how dense are some of you, YO????????????????????????
PLEASE,
WON'T YOU JUST TRY AND HELP ME SHERIFF MONKS, SIR,
P-L-E-A-S-E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW,
WOW, WOW,
WOW, YO, they
are killing me sir, why would I make this all up and end up in all
sorts of shit????????
THIS
BLOG ENDS HERE, YO!
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