SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXXI (0671)
KING
NEBNOOSHOO THE OLD SNEAK
12-12-12
THE GODS TAKE FUCKING PITY ON ME
W-----O-----W
do
I have some shit to tell the world, but never fear, I'll keep it
tolerable and somewhat subtle,
yo.
Many
people have heroes, even me, and with me, they used to be and in this
order, Abraham Lincoln, General George Patton, James Earl Carter, and
the other two are just not going to be mentioned for now, but the
list is all scratched off now because, I have but one hero now, and
it is a fictional character, known on Astral circles as a Phase-Four
Entity (P-4-E). His name is Detective Ed Green, on the Law abnd Order
television show, and there is only one reason for making this
character such a great hero to me, and I will tell you all the story,
and I do believe it has been blogged at least once before in my 7
year blogging career. Right about now, the United States Library of
the Congress is having some Cardio Thrombosis problems, but I'll be
Paula-Careful, WAYV, with my chosen selection of wordage here, I
promise.
In
2007, after I sent down the last of 28 projects, and in this universe
stuff has been changed, as you can see from the public records, stuff
I sent down to them in 1980 is not there, but it is on the 1981 stuff
so it's protected, and the 1977 version of the tune called, “LOST
LOVE” is not on the record that I have printed for the blog, is not
there because those records that I got go back only to 1978, as I
believe this information is printed right there on the forms that I
posted recently of my stuff. Still, even with the strange vanishing
1980 stuff from some obvious retrace job of world Laboratories that
give me a different memory pattern than the world has that now exists
or seems to, around me; there is a conversation between an examiner
and myself that I wish to discuss, but after the usual long wait for
a copyright to be sent even though as long as you send the filing
fees and applications without making any errors the effective
copyright registration date is when they receive the stuff in their
office, a very beautiful building in Washington, DC, by the way; but
in the summer of 2008, an examiner called me and wanted to discuss
some things that at the time seemed just like my situation here at
this Public Housing Building, you know what I mean as you all have
had it happen so don't bother denying and lying, not to me or
yourselves. I knew something was off, as though this examiner wanted
badly to tell me something, but could not because she might lose her
dam job. She wanted to discuss getting rid of a yellow sheet of paper
that I had sent along with the copyright registration form, but even
though the compilation project had dozens of songs on it, some old,
some new; the examiner for no reason, began discussing the one out of
30 or so tunes, a new one, remade from older music with new lyrics,
called, “SHE'S SARAH-STACEY”. I am happy she did not lose her dam
job, but my entire life would be different if she had chosen to be a
human being over keeping her dam job, Detective Green. In that great
episode called “Shangrala” with powerful numerous wild Dick Wolf
stuff, Ed Green also says to someone who was not all that thrilled to
give up some information to him and Briscoe, and even told Green that
he would lose his job, and I quote MY WONDERFUL HERO, ED GREEN, “SO
YOU LOSE YOUR DAM JOB”!!!!!!
Not
all folks are willing to put what is right, ahead of what is putting
food on their table. This is why my new hero list is what it is,
DWN-MARIE-KING, and HELL WILL FREEZE FUCKING OVER before you will
ever be on that list, you ugly old drunkard
maggot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If the world does not GET IT, then WOW, stay VOAGE STUPID, I am
subtle here, but as many tell me including old Prosecutor ADA Ronald
Wirtz of Camden County, New Jersey, the now retired Senior Wirtz that
is, back very early in the fucking nineteen-nineties, “You're
getting your message across loud and clear”, he was talking about
the JASON FORREST TAPES, that were stolen out of my friendly Saturn
automobile at a not very fucking FRIENDLY Northeast Philadelphia
restaurant on route One (Roosevelt boulevard) back in late summer
time of 1996, if my memories are serving me accurately, and without
too much interference from hyperspace and transdimensional shifting
displacements of SPACE-TIME-MIND causing memory altering and other
major side effects!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did I say it, you
know, WOW, kind sir, Ron Wirtz Senior, and you thought I would never
find her!
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