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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXXIX ----- (0679)

BLAH-BLAH-BLAH-BLAH AND BLEE BAH BLUM

2:20 AM-EST, MONDAY MORNING, 12/17/2012

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I JUST TOOK A MAJOR SIEGE THAT HAS NOT HAPPENED IN A WHILE, AS SOME OF YOU KNOW, I TAKE THE LANDLINE TELEPHONE OFF THE HOOK AND TALK TO GODDESS DIANA OR THE ELECTRON, AT NIGHT, MANY TIMES GOING INTO TRANCE, WHILE SHE IS WITH ME IN THIS MANNER. EVERY SO OFTEN, THE DISEASED AND VERY TWISTED EVIL WOMO-MILITUFORCE, BREAKS MY CONNECTION, THAT IF ROACH PHONE PEDERSEN WAS SO ALL MIGHTY CORRECT IN ALL HIS WISDOMS; COULD NOT HAPPEN, ONLY IT DOES, AND IN REGULAR INTERVALS, NOT PRECISE, BUT DEFINITELY EVERY SO OFTEN; AND THIS RIGHT NOW, WAS ONE OF THOSE TIMES; SO IT IS ONLY FITTING THAT I COUNTER STRIKE. I'LL DO THIS BY TELLING MAJOR INFORMATION.

This will totally pertain to the telephone, as well as their perverted and sick harassment of me for close to seventeen years now, since August the fifteenth in 1986, when this crap all began, as most of you all know about all of this.

I blogged the following telephone numbers, and I told you that my financial creditors, somehow found out all about my communications with the Goddess Diana Arteemis, or (lightning), and back in New Jersey when I had my lightning ball, I would wrap the telephone cord around the ball, so she could even more directly speak to me in clicking sounds, as opposed to merely doing channeling with her, in ways that I need not get into right now on this blog. They somehow would copy these lightning clicking sounds, when their calls to me, went to voicemail; and they did not leave regular messages that they are debt collectors, which is FEDERAL LAW, by the way. I all ready blogged the numbers, and one was a News Press in West Palm Beach, right here in Florida, just a short ways south, of where I am now living, here in Fort Pierce. Those numbers as I said before were as follows:

231-732-2315, 260-399-3723, 971-220-1786, 321-332-7534.

After blogging this information, this particular nonsense came to a frikkin screeching halt, until about a month ago give or take, and so I was waiting, and saving this new additional telephone number; for when I would get really super persecuted by this enemy of mine, such as I have been for weeks now, and today, on the telephone as well; so I will now print this fifth number. It is:

954-251-4630.

The more you keep persecuting me, the more I'll keep retaliating. I am not Jesus Christ, and even HE would not be anyone's total fool and just endlessly keep revolving his cheeks around, for endless slapping; by jerk off fools, and total butt wipes, like whoever you are out here, doing this to me; and I am quite sure that behind a lot of masks, are the new age cigarette company, so not the old L&M smokes, if you get the message folks, and Ron Wirtz, the prosecutor of Camden County, New Jersey, told me in 1993; "Mark, you get your messages across"!

Attack me all you want OTAMM-SCUMM, as you will be very sorry before this is all over, emmereffers!!!

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXXVIII --- (0678)

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME

MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:

"ALWAYS TELLING MORE, AND ALWAYS WILL BE"

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295

SBT-DATFILE: 121612.811

KING NEBNOOSHOO ON A SUNDAY EVENING

IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USAESMWG

© 2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND ALL URL'S

SWORN VOLUNTARY OATH OF TOTAL TRUTH

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I did not bother asking GAGA CAT why my computer girl did it AGAIN. She told me she would be over at noon, and was a no call, no show, non reachable, again, what else is new? When I asked why it happened the other day, and before I knew, as she had not called to cancel, since she was in a location where cellphones were non operable; one of the PCN items in my match book for the number given to me by the great and illustrious GAGA-CAT, was "HOSPITAL". The actual thing that comes up to make her not show up however, is totally meaningless, it could be this thing one day, and that thing on another day. The forces behind it know that there was a movie in 1988, with Demi Moore, and they know what's what, and so does the entire WOMO-MILITUFORCE; and they are fighting me tooth, nail, and diseased dirty hairbrush seagulls, from doing what I want to do. Fine, I am not done yet, I still have one more up at bat time, so please do not count me out yet, Mizz Doctor Amnesia Rogers, and ADA Jack McCoy. Thank you very much, old friends, and very helpful stealthy secret tellers. Well without any 3-signs, 4-signs, any additions, or any multiplications; this blog will tell a few good juicy secrets. Before we get into them however, this blog will be the very last blog that does what many Christians tell new believers in the SAR, not to do, and it is very accurately and perfectly word for word scriptural. "Don't give place to the devil", is what I am referring to, a precise KING JAMES VERSION (KJV) BIBLE, quotation, it's in there folks, check and see, don't just listen to me; but here is what it means, if we translate this into modern new age post 1982 Quantum Weird theory and Morianity, or really, its perfect blend, of these two items, and interestingly enough, it is that same exact circa that started what led to why now, there is a screaming internet posting MORIANITY/MOUNTAINPEN. Two years following this time, is a wilder newer times prophecy than the guys like Isaac Newton, Vincent Vango, or Nostradamus. I speak of our modern fiction writer, did I say fiction, the writer of the book called "1984", the great sir Orwell. The great seer of the two most powerful numbers and what they truly can foretell, and I have only scratched the surface of all of this so far on my blogs, and remember, there is one more thing left for me to try, so do not think you have won yet, WOMO, it is not over for a few more days, then hopefully, it will be, as there is no other way for me to ever have eternal rest, and I have to have it or I swear, you will all wish that I was indeed able to obtain it.

Yes, I have had 9, count them Sir Lex Loo Thor, NINE SUPER BOTBAR or super bad horrible days in a row without a break, now folks; and this is a string like nothing I can recall since this all began, after my 70-day offline off-grid time, ended, after it began late in the winter time somewhere in the year of 2008, and gee, what a lovely year that was. Am I still on that topic of 3 and 4? Yes, but first let us continue the giving place to the McKinnon scripture. THIS MIGHTY ALIEN TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON is not worth my giving him or his human connections in any kind or way, one bit more of my energy, my time, or my attention. If I keep feeding this MONSTER, it will grow, and only get bigger and stronger ENDLESSLY, and I will shrink into oblivion, and lose my very, as your limited 2013 society and mentality may use the term still, "SOUL". I am not willing to throw this thing away, and give it to this twisted disease. For the many who think that they are so smart and that I am such a warped dummy jerk, fine, you are entitled to your RPL-DOCTOR OPINION from 1980, or really, in any other year. After-all, I am quoting that adorable darling ever so lovable and sweet, Michelle Daniels so how can we not abridge this to the word DOCTOR? All that is missing from this era in time would be the letters RS-US, so let us switch them around a bit after I remind you all about a very nice open reel tape recording machine that I purchased from the MARTIN/O/EZ audio-video shop, in New York City, in middle May in 1980 and had delivered to one-thousand-eight-hundred-two, or shortened to eighteen oh two or 1802, Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, New Jersey, that first week of June, in that lovely late springtime year; a bit unseasonably hot as well, if memory is correctly serving me. Oh yes, the great semi-pro mastering machine, of those times and days back in 1980, the RS-1500-US, NOW LET us unscramble these four letters, shall we, folks? Simply do a little switcheroo with letters two and three, changing RSUS into RUSS, as in BOOK OF THE BEACH burner, RUSS, or Russell Thaxton, in December of that unforgettable, and very unfathomable year of 1969.

GOD, as so many love to call this entity, is like any other item with one respect, or really I suppose, two. First, it is in your awareness or consciousness, other wise this entire deal is the quintessential of all possible moot points, and secondly; it has a flip side. How can you relate to day, hot, good, fast, up, and literally a dozen other items in your same awareness tucked away with this GOD item, unless you can balance and relate these things with opposing concepts or forces inside of their very idea? In other words, night, cold, bad, slow, or down? From life and death all the way around your entire thoughts, any item that jumps out in front of you and your life, as something inescapable from your daily routine; will fit this billing description, and don't bother trying to ever prove me wrong, as doing so is indeed the ultimate philosopher's conundrum. You cannot have one hand clapping, except in some created new reality within your thoughts, but if these thoughts connect to a so-called real or true life and existence-reality, there you are, endlessly stuck in that perhaps said best, 'other second karmic cycle wheel'.

Now, these blogs have paid a lot of attention to Atlantic City, and things that have connections with both this location in New Jersey, and myself, for the entire seven years of these writings of true stories and facts, as best as I know them and or recollect them. But for over half of this period, roughly nine-fourteenths of this total blogging time, it has taken one part of Atlantic City, a great and mysterious Doctor Rogers family of power, that goes far, far, far beyond a thousand STAR TREK shows; only it is all totally real and totally non-fictional; but it has taken this one line, the great covert McGuire's, and upon being assisted by one of the most powerful church structures of the United States, and I will name no names; I followed some wild facts, that the real L&O-COMMISSIONER told me to do the legwork myself and follow, and I speak of ADA Wirtz, Senior, of the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, in New Jersey; back early and mid way, into the nineteen-nineties. Yes, I followed a lot of these facts, and Jesus Christ All Mighty God, did they take me for the wildest ride in the universe and beyond. Still, this family makes me totally sick, and I want nothing ever to do with any of them, and I will now begin forgetting they ever existed as much as I am able to, and will be giving them less and less place in my blogs. Ron Wirtz and his great advice to me around 1993 somewhere about feeding verses starving my enemy monster, is the exact quote with a small differing paraphrased set of words, from the KJV scriptures, "Don't give place to the devil". Well, I won't, and today on Botbar times '9', I have come to see this powerful revelation quite unmistakably, and as clearly as crystal.

Even though the entire internet was another tool that was never destined to be an answer for me, I have a real second powerful philosopher's conundrum. Why are so many folks reading my blogs, yet nobody but nobody will ever do anything to get any views whatsoever on my posted music on my Y-T Channel? If you read my words, you know totally well, that the songs I have written, are all part of that same story that lots of folks seem so interested in following. Don't think I cannot read a counter, world. Why do so many people read my blogs but act as though my music is the worst stuff in the galaxy? I never claimed I'm Mozart folks, but I am not the worst songwriter on Planet Earth either, and pretty much believe myself to be right there around middle-C, you know, ouch, 330 times, with or without any recent PCN's given me by the great Lottery-Cat. Any views except for maybe an average of three-hits on any music posts, are my own count, from making video link ups to my blogs, so this does not count; but as far as hits on a blogging page, it is quite specific, and quite day and night, cold and hot and so on, different, from my experience with the YOUTUBE. When I say that something like this is supernatural or paranormal, why do you call me a nut, folks? What exactly would you be thinking, if this was going on with you? Why won't anyone comment and tell me? Is every single view on my blogs, some agent? Do I have anyone out here, or not; as if not, I will throw the computer in the landfill, and stop this silly game right now. I all ready am having my friend Ryan, in the middle of January of 2013, take down all my Facebook and Youtube account junk, once and for all; and nothing ever again will go up from me. I'M DONE, FINISHED. You all keep this silly game of yours. My hands are right there along with Pontious Pilot's hands. I have no idea how to properly spell this old Roman Governor's name, and as usual, my Micro-Sucks Spell Checker is of absolutely no value whatsoever in assisting me to correctly spell it. I do know it is misspelled. I went as far as the eighth grade, and do know that much, folks. If no one is genuinely interested in my story, fine, Ed Himacane was a liar, I can totally accept and deal with that, as this was not my fault; and I just did what he told me to do, along with Chris Bennett from Cifaloglio. I was the marching army, & these two were my drummers, and that is the simple honest quick truth, people. It did not work, no one out here is one bit interested in any of this, as the entire world has become twisted and ill. A moron can see that in one fast review. Any world that accepts twenty young children being shot to death in a school where they go to learn, and are totally innocent of anything and did not deserve that for a minute; and yet still does not listen to people who cry out such as myself, for help; and even show proof of what is going on, well; here is my best blog of the entire 7-years, because this proves all my points in any possible argument. They won't listen to people when they cry out for help and insist that someone somewhere or something, is attacking them, and when they get no help, they all will eventually do something real crazy. This is not a threat, this is a truth; a psychiatric reality, just ask any head doctor with a license to practice, and you can throw this blog right in the trash can, that's fine. I am just telling you why stuff like 2012 is happening, and it started in Columbine, and it will not get better. It can only do exactly what my Chief Recording Sound Engineer used to tell me so often back in 1980, at the RPL Sound Studios of Camden, New Jersey; "IT CAN ONLY GET WORSE". Now, there, you have heard it. You have been given true honest words, and this may be my very last blog, as what really more could I ever hope to tell you all out here, that would TRUMP these last few sentences? Now even all of Donald's money could trump these words, ha-ha-ha, just a final little pun, from the pen.

Do I believe that these folks are disturbed individuals? Sure they are, as am I. Do I believe that some entity or force that is secret and organized, and that is about as black ops, and stealthy covert as you can ever hope to get on this planet; is behind each and every one of these cases and people doing these mass shootings? Well, I'll give you my answer, with this posed question, as my blogs stated all along that indeed, the answer is the question. How long has this been going on, roughly? How long has the Weird-Theory been seriously talked about now by the scientific community? How long has it been since I began choking to death for no reason whatsoever that is medically discernible, while living in Atco, New Jersey, when did I write the song called 'GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING', when did the strange phone calls begin that have been ongoing until this very year of twenty-twelve, when did this horrendous rap music start taking off like a rocket ship with buck Rogers inside of it, when did Aides begin, and a slow increase in strange aerial stuff not excluding what is now called 'chemtrails'; and I could sit here typing on and on and on, good people, so please, believe that, if you ever believed a thing? If this is my last blog, just know that I was never manipulated by this evil, all the way to the point that every single other targeted individual eventually is. I would jump off of the Empire State Building, before ever hurting anyone else. I have anger issues quite naturally, who wouldn't if life has targeted them with outlandish and totally unbelievable nightmares of hellishness for an entire lifetime? WHO WOULDN'T? But if I act out and do what the MILI-2-FORCE wants me to do, as it has done with so many others; then these dirt bags win, and I am just another one of their statistics.

I have spoken my peace, and posed my queries to all of you, and hopefully given a little food for thought to many of you out here as well. There is a real live honest down to Earth reason for stuff that is happening around the world, and it's a little more complex that the Born-Again-Christians and their quick fix words of 'THE ENEMY', or 'SATAN', or THE DEVIL'. Sure there is a devil, or said better, add the letter N to the 'a' and then remove the first letter in the word 'devil'. I think the fictional character on the 'L&O' television show said it better than all of us ever will be able to, when he said that the Catholic School he went to, supposedly as a boy, in this fictional TV-show, taught him to have "a healthy respect for the devil". They just have not yet figured out just exactly and precisely, WHAT THIS 'DEVIL' really is. I will give you a clue and a hit, good people, and then I am signing off to eat dinner and go to sleep. It is the exact necessary opposite of GOD and righteousness, or one side of human collective beingness, that will always be amongst us, as will the other side. You take sadness away, and how can happiness or the very contrast of sadness still go on existing? You take Death away, and how can life be a tangible reality? I am merely borrowing these words of wisdom from the old George burns, 'OH GOD, BOOK-2' movie, where he is saying these words to little Tracy Richards, and it really is not rocket science either, ladies and gentlemen

 

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXXVII —- (0677)

KING NEBNOOSHOO THE NOTHING PROPHET OF 1988
OTHER ALIASES: KING VOID, MOUNTAINPEN, MWM-SHIT

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR ON A BOTBAR X 8:
"T-PUSS-PLUS AND COUNTING AT BOTBAR TIMES 8"
© 2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR AND ALL HIS URL’S

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2292
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATE AND TIME FILE:
SATURDAY NOT ALL ELTON JOHN RIGHT NIGHT, ‘AGAIN’ MISTER MARCUS AND MISTER MCGINTY OF 1977 &1997
CH-0677-20-121512.893.55555555555555555555

SWORN OATH OF TRUTH AND A DYING UTTERANCE
AND LEGAL DYING DECLARATION FOR XAINT LUCIE COUNTY COURT RECORDS AFTER MY DEAD BODY IS
DISCOVERED IN THIS FUCKED UP UNIT NUMBER 607



BEGINNING THIS FUCKED UP BLOG TRANSMISSION, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO:


OH SHIT, do I have some mother fucking things to tell my MORIANS AND ALL OTHERS, on this cock licking ass blog, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


DEAR CUNT LAPPING DIARY, OH IS THIS ONE GOING TO BE SUPER ASS FUCKING GOOD, YO PEEPS, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!

I will tell you all some GAWNUM Q & A shit, and many other things, and folks, THESE 8 SUPER BOTBAR DAYS HAVE CAUSED QUITE A LOT OF MAJOR PUSSY COMMAND, WHETHER IT IS PC TO SAY THIS OR NOT, YO! This is also why I will never go to a Christmas Party, and hate saying Merry Christmas, right you miserable witch, Sarah Callio? When a person is told that things are inescapable, and the endless James Burr initials keep bearing out that powerful ass truth, what is a person left to do but BELIEVE? DUH!

I will begin with my car. I am now out $120.00. My cunt lapping brake shoes busted and the breaks locked up as a stiff dick eating result. I had to ask my insurance company if I could pay my monthly installment after my Social Security Disability credit, hits my checking account, on the third, as Ed Himacane used to say almost every day, to Ann King and myself; "You retards get your money on the third of each month". This is after I told him that I thought all monies from the SSA were paid out on the third, hell fucking ass fire, how was I to know? He is just so all mighty cunt lapping mother fucking smart, with all the cock sucking answers at C-SQ, SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!! YO YO YO YO.

My pal from the www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ where we both worked as paid AARP volunteers, through federal government stipends; and who I met on the eighth day of June, in 2010, at that place where he was all ready there a while; he came over and we looked at every possible thing, and ended up calling Triple-A and the car was towed to his mechanic shop, and to his pal Pedro; the the owner or the proprietor, or whatever-Congressman RA; and it was not a pleasant thing. He and all mechanics make a lot of money with their trade. They all know we need them, and they just wipe us fucking out at light speed fucking cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If he had not been there with me, and I CUNT LAPPING KNEW THIS ALL READY, FROM MY LIFE STORY, AND THE SHIT I GO THROUGH, DUE TO THIS MOTHER FUCKING HUNTINGTON CURSE, YO; that shit would be major disastrous for fucking cunt ass me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Without a billion cunt sucking elaborated shit swallowing wordage explanation; just know this, and then there’s no dam need for me to be explicit and go elucidating all night with tons of rhetoric and bullshit, that all loyal MORIANS would know, if they have been following MOUNTAINPEN now, for 1-7 years of these dam ass blogs, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will be eating dog shit and crackers for two solid months, between this auto disaster and my December fucking registration fee that is called a TAX down here in FLORIDA. Well, all shit is a tax, and I would not mind paying a fair share, but if no one on this mother fucking planet wants to ever give me a cunt lapping break ever, and give me a job with a decent wage, then I do not see why shit has to be so high priced for me. If I could pay it, fine. Social Security ripped all of us seniors off this year with a skimpy fucking 1.7% increase, about a fourth of the REAL HONEST COST OF COCK SUCKING LIVING JUMP IN 2012. They treat senior citizens like cunt eating shit in this fucking miserable land of no good rotten evil fucking greedy stinking demonic TRILLIONAIRES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Will they pay a dam penny more, NO SIR, but let me live on crackers and fucking piss for 60 days. I might just go out and sock a fucking cop in the jaw,as I would be eating better in MOTHER FUCKING PRISON, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!

At 4:55 this afterfuckingnoon, my dick licking twisted evil satanic demonic across the hall dirt chewing nabes, blasted their subwoofer, slammed a lot of doors, did a lot of shouting and screaming, no crying, but then as earlier blogs talked about in 2007 quite frequently, no girls, no curls, no SUPERMAN show, and as the great Motown Queen herself said to me on the phone, long ago, "NO NOTHING". Oh those lovely lunar landings; cut me a break, Lenny Briscoe, YO!!!

I will send an electronic-mail message to DEBBIE MAROTTO, and keep sending them every time they act up, until she gets sick to death of them. Eventually, I will find out just where the authority is located, that is behind this PUBLIC HOUSING SHIT IN FORT PIERCE, and see if I cannot make a court case out of these major dirt ball WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE SENT-ACROSS THE HALL SHIT HEADS, as I know they were sent here to fuck with me and make me crazy, peeps really frikkin think I’m cunt lapping wheetahded or sompumm, YO, well I ain’t, YO.

FUCK —– YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

My NON-QUANTUM roulette system, has made me two units for the last three days each, of this long stretch of BOTBAR days, totaling six more units, or $600.00 on the black money chip gaming level that I used in 1986, at the Atlantic fucking City casinos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! However, just today, the QUANTUM system is doing some weird shit. I played my evil nabes, a total of 7 games, and beat them by a total score of 15 units. Maybe they are about to get into some deep shit, who can know, but I did make the loss back in five other games of Quantum Enemy Faction Roulette play, by playing air persecutors, health attack enemies, and the total package WOMO enemy all factions combined, and the profit was 16 units as they all beat me in a total by that amount, so again, I ended up +1 unit, by following the ENEMY PICKS, as I would do on real days like these last fucking cunt eight, in a real waking world non hypothetical casino. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Now for some GAGA fucking shit that would make anyone go GAGA, if they could see the true and awesome mother fucking power to all of this, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!

First folks, I asked my kitty cat GAGA, or Gawky Gaukauk, without this nice short abbreviation that I use upon many ass occasions, YO; some powerful questions, that I received some super ass powerful answers from, if you have been following along at all, for the past 1-7 years, with his great numerological system, YO.

Before I begin this, you need to know, that my computer girl, AGAIN, let me down; as I pretty much knew that she would. She said that weekends were a good time; but she is either playing games with me, as this same exact shit with her, has happened a few months back as well, and I finally gave up; and then tried all over again recently, but to no avail. If it is not her playing games, then somebody IS SCARED OUT OF THEIR CUNT LAPPING MIND ABOUT MY POSTING THAT 1984 FUCKING SHIT ONTO THE NET EVEN THOUGH I GET ABSOLTUELY NO FUCKING CUNT VIEWS AT ALL, ON THAT GARBAGE YOUTUBE SHIT, YET STILL; THEY’RE SCARED TO SHITLESSNESS, BECAUSE OF THE MAYAN FUCKING CALENDAR CRAP!

NOBODY WILL BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED, YO YO YO. AS I WAS TYPING THIS PRIOR PARAGRAPH, MY COMPUTER GIRL CALLED, AND TOLD ME SHE HAD HAD AN EMERGENCY TODAY, AND WAS VISITING SOMEBODY IN A HOSPITAL ALL DAY; AND NO CELL PHONES ARE USABLE INSIDE THERE OF COURSE; SO SHE COULD NOT GET MY MESSAGE, OR CALL ME; BUT SHE JUST NOW CALLED AT A COUPLE MINUTES SHY OF EIGHT OF THE CLOCK, YO. I wish everybody would forget April of 2011, and the huge twisters, and the transdimensional posting of the tune that MC was singing to me in 1997, elsewhere in the hyperspace; as this will not cause the world to end, unfortunately; so please, jerk offs, let me post it up, YO, GET A LIFE, YA’ JERK OFFS!

Anyway, I did ask GAGA CAT just why I was let down again today, back when I didn’t hear from her as I was supposed to, and I was given, PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-817.

The match-book items to PCN-817 are as frikkin follows, YO!

MAYAN CALENDAR ENDS—- MAILBOAT—-ONE THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED TWO—-HOSPITAL—-LONGROOM—-MARY ROTH—-TALL GIRL—-HIGHVIEW—-

Folks, if I need to type the word and make it real big and colorful, you know, the wow word, then you are all brain dead and need to switch over to the blogs of Malinda Schultz and her Arizona Greenhouse, or maybe try, the blogs of Sammy Q. Pinderton Junior and his experiences while taking 100 cruises, but hay, OK fine, I’ll do it, I’ll say it, OK MC, Jeese Louise, like frikkin freaking ass ***W—O—W!***

Then I asked Gawky Gaukauk AKA GAGA, why I have now suffered through cunt lapping EIGHT STRAIGHT SUPER BAD DAYS FROM H-E-L-L ITSELF, (SUPER-BOTBARS)????????? No it did not discuss wipe outs, cool drum beats, or hanging Huntington’s, or hanging-ten, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!

Now the answer that I received from GAGA for why I had 8-straight BOTBAR days, was PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-927, and here are the match-book items that I have for this number, like WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHIFT THOSE GEARS, MICHELLE AT RPL, and FAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

DEEDEE IS ALL AROUND ME LIKE CRAZY BY THE WAY, JUST FELT THE NEED TO SAY THIS TO YOU, BEFORE I NOW PRINT THE 927-CODE MATCH UPS, SO GET READY FOR FRIKKIN MIND BLOW NUMBER TWO, YO FOLKS! For those who forgot or never knew, DEEDEE is what I call my lovely giant black birds, the ravens and hawks and turkey buzzards that are all around me and watching over me. They all know me, and the scientists all know it; even the dam fucking POPE knows this is all true but HE is smart enough to let me make a dam fool out of myself, while he keeps his mouth tightly sealed and shut, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, here are the matching items for PCN-927, so weak and faint hearts, beware!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHRISTMAS—- PAULA KING—-MANHATTAN—-CORAL REEF—-DAVID ROTH—-DREW CAREY—-

Oh the gods of the ASTRAL PLANE, I do think it wise that I end this blog and sit down to some dinner and television fucking relaxation, YO YO YO YO!


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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXXVI ---- (0676)

AERIAL DEATH SIEGE REAL BAD THIS MOTHER SUCKING ASS AFTERFUCKINGNOON WITH PLANES AND CHOPPERS

THIS IS 7 STRAIGHT MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAYS

AND COUNTING NOW.

THE JERK OFF NEXT TO ME STARTED HIS SHIT UP LOUD AS SOON AS I SAT DOWN AT THE COMPUTER TO DO THIS BLOG.

SOMEONE WILL NOT GIVE ME A MOMENT'S PEACE, AND WE ALL MOTHER FUCKING KNOW WHO THIS IS, DON'T WE, CUNT LAPPING

AGENTS, CONDOR AND FALCON, OF THE 1988 UFO THE COVER UP DOCUMENTARY, ON NEW YORK, NY CHANNEL 11 TELEVISION??????????????????

THE BRAKES HAVE FUCKING LOCKED UP ON ME, AND THAT IS MY PROBLEM THAT BEGAN AFTER I PARKED THE FUCKING VEHECILE UPON RETURNING FROM HUTCHINSON ISLAND TO VISIT MIKE PATTERSON, LAST SATURDAY.

　

BLAH-BLAH-BLAH, AND FUCKING BLAH,

AT 4:38 PM-EST-AT FUCKING CUNT LAPPING FORT PERSECUTED PIERCED, FLORIDA, BOTBAR-ADA, USA-ES-MW FUCKING COCK LICKING GALAXY, THIS DIMENSION OF HYPERSPACE, WHEREVER THE HELL THAT IS IN SOME REFERENCE POINT BEYOND THE MIND OF 1,000,000 EINSTEIN'S, PEEPS, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mike got over to the fucking parking lot here at my PUBLIC HOUSING APARTMENT BUILDING, around half past three give or take, and we found out what the problem was real quick, the dude owned a shop himself along with a couple other folks some time back, before some bastard got them into big trouble, and I know who they are. They are

TYPE THREE EXPLORATRONS, time travelers is another way for you to see this truth if you are not reading on my mother fucking dick chewing ass level yet, dudes and duddesses, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is how they can fucking pull off all these MIRACLES SUCH AS 'MY' ON MY 1986 OPENING "REAL GOOD GIRL" SONG CASSETTE TAPE, COPYRIGHT OFFICE; WHETHER YOU KNOW IT OR NOT, OR WISH TO BELIEVE FUCKING ASS ME, OR FUCKING 'ASSNOT', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When Mike Patterson got here and I walked out to my car where he was standing, a

major crash level helicopter, flew just ahead of us, from south to north, with a little westerly movement as well, out of the south-south-easterly direction, just above town building level, nearly crashing into FORT PIERCE CITY HALL, A NEW VERY TALL NEARLY 100 FOOT BUILDING IN TOWN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

Later, after Mike got into his vehicle, and he drove us up to the place where we both worked at once, the HARVEST; gorgeous young early twenty-something pussy's were eyeballing me and checking me the mother fucking hell out, and then once inside, I fell under a reverse fucking hologram attack of HATRED AND INVISIBILITY AND BEING IGNORED IN UNMISSABLE HOSTILITY by many people, mostly whom I once worked with. The few who like me, like me, and the MIND CONTROL BEAM FROM THE FUCKING CUNT EATING WOMO-MILITUFORCE THAT IS DOING ALL OF THESE (MY-TAPE-MIRACLES) IS WHAT IS BEHIND THIS ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING RAT CHEWING THING, AT LIGHT VELOCITY SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is all done with the powerful tool called the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS technologies, YO YO YO YO YO YO, MY FRIKKIN BRO!!!!!!!!

I know I cannot fight this fucking twisted diseased ILLUMISUCKOFF-NAUGHTY, LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE ASTRAL REALM, or their DOPPELGANGER HUMAN BEINGS DOWN HERE IN WAKING WORLD LIFE IN 5TH DIMENSIONAL MOTHER FUCKING CUNT SUCKING HYPERSPACE, BUT HERE IS WHAT I CAN DO, AND I'LL ALSO BE RUNNING MY PEDERSEN ROACHPHONE MORIANITY SYSTEM, for the rest of the cunt huffing day and night until I fall asleep around 2 AM or so, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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WIPE OUT AND DESTROY ALL MY ENEMIES, G-189, G-7 OPEN COMMAND, ALL ORDERS, ANTIHACKING ORDER OF G-1133, G-901, UNDER CG-2, CG18, AND S-----T-----O-----P!!!

NOW CLICK AROUND AND GOD DAM SEE THE SHIT I AM GOING FUCKING THROUGH FOLKS FOR 58+ MOTHER FUCKING TURD HUFFING ASS YEARS, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!

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ghjjkkk Somebody has fucking hacked my shit folks.

I think I fucking got out of it, this entire MOTHER FUCKING WORLD IS GOING TO BE TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY MOTHER FUCKING OBLITERATED. THIS IS THE END OF FUCKING ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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