SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0604

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCIV

WORLD LABORATORIES OF MMCCXCV

SBT DATFILE: 102312.055 TUESDAY

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME

MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

BSNF: “ETERNITY IN HELL GOES ON AS NORMAL”

© MMVI-MMXII MARK WAYNE MOHR ALL OWNED URL

PROPERTY NOT BELONGING TO OTHERS VIA SHARE-POSTS

SWORN VOLUNTARILY TAKEN OATH OF TOTAL TRUTHS

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Same old same old, ladies and gentlemen. Nabes attacked me real bad around just past nine on Sunday night with pounding music for ten minutes, and again tonight real bad just past seven with slamming doors over and over for an hour or so. What a bunch of freaking butt wipes.

I did learn something from the experience however, as to my PQR (Paper-Quantum Roulette) playing. When I played last night as soon as the attack was over, and being it did not quite cause my day to BOTBAR, and it lasted such a short duration, it was not enough to make the NABE-SCORE profit over me, in fact, I beat them, and if I had run over and played for real, to the closest casino, I would have lost. I tried five games, and kept on gaining over them until I was ahead by seven, losing me 700 hypothetical dollars. But tonight, YO, I played after a half hour into the attack and while it was still going on, and only played four games, but losing to them in three of them at a level of -3, -5, minus 3. The winning game was only +1, so the total was a minus 10, or on black money gaming chip casino level, $1,000.00 that I would have won, and this would be three hundred dollars over my losses, even if I had played yesterday, and now I know not to unless the attack is of sufficient level, over these past two days with these dirt bag annoying lowlife bottom feeders across the freaking hallway, YO. My GAWNUM answer of 550 for why they blasted me last night for ten minutes, includes the word, “DRUNK”. I know these dirt-bags drink, just like another drinker who screwed up my entire frikkin life, Mizz Dawn-Marie King, the late; and remember, only the first and last names are ever used, and those shown on birth certificates, so changing a name legally and or through marriages, never alters your actual G-namenumber, so DAWN KING, is another 550, and yes, a major former drunk, poor thing, TEE-HEE Lilly.

Folks, I did not waste my time asking the GAGA CAT why the door attack hit tonight, as these dirt ball slime eaters are not worth so much of my mother loving attention. Instead, I went onto just play them, on my PQR, and as I said, made my hypothetical ten units profit by betting their bets, and winning ten times more than losing, on their selected picks, as previously explained on newer recent blogs. Funny how when I first freaking moved down here to wonderful sunny paradise Florida, my EVIL EMPIRE ICPE NIGHTMARE situation was not this bad. It seems to take the WOMO-MILITUFORCE time to readjust things when I move, and longer, depending on how far I move from any precious address. These are 'CONSTANTS OF THE ENEMY,' or maybe said in another way, unchanging facts, learned over decades of gash darn frikkin time. WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I found out that YOUTUBE has a lot of wild rules. Not only is it not permitted to view your own stuff because it adds fake counts, but you cannot as they call it “cross-script share-post”. You will, or I will, get a modified screen, if you share more than a few videos. They want you to watch them through, and then I suppose it is OK, as long as you view the entire video, then go onto share as many as you like, maybe, maybe not, I don't know, nobody ever tells me a mother freaking thing, so how us dog gone rotten old farts like me, are supposed to know stuff, is far beyond my mother loving ass comprehension. I don't argue, I just won't frikkin bother sharing to much anymore, so screw them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You think like I freaking give a shirt or something, crissake, I have a lot bigger brown curly grass eating fish to frikkin fry, YO!!!!!!! I obey rules. It also proves my HUNTINGTON CURSE, as how come everyone else gets hundreds and thousands of views, and nobody ever views anything I do on the YOUTUBE? It all just totally proves me right, that some force beyond this planet, controls all of this, and I AM ACTUALLY ABLE TO KNOW THAT I AM PROVING MY STORY TO BE CORRECT AND TRUE, SO THERE!!!!!!!!!! My health is very bad, and hopefully, I will be dead within a few months; and this horrendous nightmare hell will all be over. They can no longer persecute me WHEN I AM MOTHER LOVING DEAD AND GONE, GREAT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was going to go up on the island to visit Mikey on Sunday, but I was way too messed up, between stomach cramps, and vertigo dizziness. After I am dead and frekkin gone, these blogs will prove I was murdered, and then the FBI will be frikkin forced to INVESTIGATE MY DIRTY ROTTEN PATHETIC MURDER. HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I so totally hate the guts of the entire LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, FOR DOING all of this TO ME, and I really hope that they all go straight to DOGTOWN, mortals call it HELL, and it is HELL, YO. Try hurting me when I am nothing but stinky rotting mother loving maggots, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw these wonderful LAMBRIGGERS, right OCCUPY SHADOWS of 1970????? No peeps, I am not really stupid, this entire lousy rotten stinky mess, will all just be swept under the rug, I know that, and I know what I'm gash darn freaking dealing with here, YO!!!!!!!

The world totally amazes me, as for the most part, IMHO at least; they cannot see through some really basic snow jobs and cons. I fell asleep, twice, watching the original debate, and then again, trying to watch it, on the C-SPAN repeat. When things are played with as they are in Washington, and with all of politics; it is very hard for me to remain awake, and so I will openly admit folks; it puts me to sleep like a lovely child's lullaby, so keep on rockin' me baby, as the old song goes! Yes ladies and gentlemen and all of my loyal MORIANS, I would sell my mother loving soul to the proverbial frikkin devil, to go to sleep, and never ever wake the heck up again, but real MORIANS know all about that freaking silly ass total waking-world illusion, YO!!!!!!!!! Yeah, I am somewhat heavily frikkin depressed right now folks, and you would be as well; if you had to lug around and carry a monkey on your dam back, day and night for 58 long years, called the dirty rotten HUNTINGTON CURSE.

Oh well peeps, what can you do? As my song that the great Congressman was kind enough to sing for me back on 30 April in 1980 at half past seven in the evening, “Long River Blues”, says, I can only just keep on going, you know, moving along and singing my song, all about trouble and strife. Hay, I didn't care what would happen then, but I sure do now, now that it is all too late until 1980 runs around again, and no NOT 1990 folks. I messed up on my quick short little last post up, while typing in the list of “PORT IN THE STORM YEARS” or PITSY's. Well, have a nice day everybody, and remember, is is 10:30 someplace all the time, just like the mighty ADA Jack McCoy said, as though they all knew it all way back when Sarah Karge woke up in October of 1990, you might say expired, oh boy, we won't go here, WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

 

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