SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCXVI (0616)
MAJOR
FUCKING BAD DAY BEGINNING
NOVEMBER
2, 2012 AT 6:43 AM-EDST, FRIDAY
STARTING
BLOG:
THIS
ENTIRE PLANET WILL BE TOTALLY DESTROYED, IF THESE WOMO-MILITUFORCE
BASTARDS DO NOT LEAVE ME FUCKING CUNT ALONE AND STOP WRECKING MY
ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAM ASS LIFE, 24/7/365.2422.
All
of yesterday, my jit bag nabes were noisy. Last night they still were
at it. Today at 6:15 I awoke to the other nabe with his booming
television. Hall hollering, door slams, electronic shit early in the
morning, and even after Debbie told me the other day when I finally
did see her on her smoke break outside of the building, that this was
strictly prohibited, noise after midnight. I still hear loud ass
fucking doors and loud talking, and TV and radio noise from many
various units. So I ask you, where are you, Debbie Moratto, when I
frikkin need you, my friend?
My
computer is all wormed up and difficult to use, FBI, and old school
pal, Bob McDowell, now Chairman of the Board of the Federal
Communications Commission. Also, COMCAST is playing games. They never
sent me that e-mail, I checked it every day since they told me that
they would. No box delivery so far either. How long this bad one will
keep lasting is anyone's guess. It could have been just hit with one
of their covert stealthy attacks a week ago, and now it might work
normally for years, for all I mother fucking know. Then again, it
could go out on me at any time, as who can know? I will be calling
them today, to see what is going on.
Also
I tried doing something again, and could not. It always looks so dam
easy, but click on it, and you will, or I
will get that diagnosis page, and inability to do it.
At least, I was able to send an e-mail, and tell them there was a
problem; and then receive their reply, telling me that they are
looking into it. I told you all years ago, it
is not me being a dummy, it is the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE
being a hackey, but I suppose that is better than an old
1967 restaurant that stands no longer due to many previous angry
Atlantic Ocean temper fits, called, Hackney's, or a Paula King
Somnambulist either, with so many secret Atlantic City, and perhaps
even other, street identities, AKA street names, or games of which I
have become a forced fan of with pucks and sticks and other temper
fits. Still, I have no court facts as to this, and the person who has
placed the GAWNUM onto a software computer disc, has had his share of
recent woes. He lost his sister in law who he cared for a lot, to
some very unpleasant disease, and many other things are happening as
well, that need not be told and blogged. Ann King has told me an army
of lies, and she knew all along that Sarah Callio's brother Frank,
had died in 2007; a year before I ever came to 'live' if you want to
call it living; with her, and her monster hellish nightmare daughter,
Dawn-Marie. Still and all, this all began during the exact time where
I made fun of that horrible lousy rotten singer on Channel-57 in
Philly, who advertised the Flyers Hockey in
the summer of 1986, continuously; and while all of that
was going down, it just happened to also be at that time, where I
sent the song I'd written, “Real Good Girl”, down for copyright,
to the Office of the Copyrights, in Washington-600-13. Now a lot of
pervs have no idea about how low the age of consent is down there,
and always has been; to keep the great politicians out of trouble
with their endless hush-hush activities with so many of their pages,
throughout the history of America. Yes, politics and most politicians
are not all that nice, but they try, to get our votes anyway. Still,
there is a quite famous little girl who is ahead of her time, and all
ready is crying over the election. Laugh all you want at me, not her;
but this is a prime and perfect example of
'Space-Time-Mind' acting on her. A part of this child, up
in the future, is experiencing a major bad thing in her life that
involves Washington elections, in one way or another, and she, in her
present time conscious mind only; has the emotional effects of this,
in her waking brain, back here. This is what I have been talking
about or around cleverly, for a while now, and 1983 and my situation,
with this changing of a song; could not be given a better example to
work with, than this crying sad little girl.
I
had to stop for a half hour, as I was given a bad shit attack. This
is most likely not going to be one of my gold-letter days, and in
fact, appears to be beginning somewhat bleak. The only thing on my
side of this fight, is that I am good and used to having horrible
rotten ass days, so what else is totally like new, folks,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA???????
On
that horrible day that the nabes were so bad a number of days back,
speaking of nabes, as there is a loud dog barking in the hallway as I
speak, and lots of other bullshit today as well; but on that other
bad day, I forgot to mention that my WOMO
enemies struck me before I even got out of bed, with a
UTILITY ATTACK, FCC and old pal,
McDowell. Horrible monstrous fucking
screeching sounds came out of my telephone receiver,
waking me up with a startle. It is of course a total fucking
violation of my civil and human rights, to be endlessly harassing and
persecuting me to my grave with all of this fucking bullshit. But
that does not stop them.
I'll
keep my Morians, and L,I,L-4, and others; updated and apprised as
time goes forward in the illusion.
I
NOW TERMINATE THIS BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND NO WABBITS.
Post
Script:
See the post up of STM and its effect on that crying child. It is on
my blog at the website, if you are not here, as follows, so click and
go look at it.
55555555555555555555
No comments:
Post a Comment