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AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE
MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHAPTER
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MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
THIS
IS A SUPER MOTHER FUCKING CUNT CHEWING BOTBAR TODAY. LAST
NIGHT A FIRE ALARM STRUCK FAIRLY LATE, TODAY,EARLY, THE HOUSING
INSPECTOR WOKE ME UP OUT OF A DEAD SLEEP, HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HERE
YESTERDAY OR THE DAY BEFORE THAT, ACCORDING TO NOTICES LEFT AT MY
OUTER SCREEN DOOR FROM LAST WEEK. BOOM, A DOOR JUST SLAMMED AT 1:21
NOW, THAT IS ON THIS FRIDAY THE ELEVENTH OF HELL FUCKING DICK CHEWING
JULY OF 2014. MY BRAND NEW VIDEO MACHINE FROM RADIO SHACK HAS BEEN
FUCKED WITH AND BROKEN AS PER THE TOOLS THAT THE CUNT LAPPING
MILITUFORCE USES PERPETUALLY AND RELENTLESSLY ON MOTHER FUCKING ME
SINCE 1986, YOU KNOW, THE PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, PAWM, ABBREVIATED FROM
USING FOUR BASIC COSMIC GROUPINGS OF STUFF AGAINST ME, (P)EOPLE,
(A)NIMALS, (W)EATHER, and (M)ACHINES. Fortunately, I have a
replacement warranty EXTENDING 30 DAYS TO 730 DAYS. STILL, THIS DAY
BOTBAR'D EXTREMELY EARLY, AND FAST, WITH A LOT OF MOTHER FUCKING
SIEGE AND ASSAULT AGAINST MOTHER FUCKING PERSECUTED INNOCENT ME!!!
HOW
LONG DO YOU PLAN ON SITTING IDLY BY AND ALLOWING THIS TO BE ILLEGALLY
DONE TO ME; AUTHORITIES OF THIS LAND??????????
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THEY
ARE GOING FOR THE FUCKING JUGULAR FOLKS, THE VIDEOMACHINE BROKEN,
THE FUCKING COMPUTER FUCKING TOTALLY WORTHLESS AGAIN, AFTER BEING
TEMPORARILY FIXED, THIS DOORS SHIT AGAIN, SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SKLAM BY
THIS FUCKING ILLEGAL GTNOFG GUEST SCUM BAG, AND ON AND CUNT CHEWING
FUCKING ON I CAN GO HERE; LADS AND LASSIES; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
These
great photos were courtesy of the great Weather Bug system. Quit
hacking this cunt chewing fucking mouse, you fucking jerk off
snake!!!!
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM,
WHAT FUCKING BARNYARD SCUM BAGS, I KNOW AFTER BREAKING MY VIDEO
STUFF AND NOW THIS NABE ASSAULT WITH THESE PEEPS FROM FUCKING HELL,
THE DOW JONES WILL BE UP 500 FUCKING POINTS TODAY, AND BE UP 1000
POINTS BY THE 25TH OF THE MONTH, JUST FUCKING WATCH, FOLKS, YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!! THERE IS NO GETTING AROUND THE TRUTHS OF ICPE-APE
TECK, PEEPS!
Now
a little voice says I can get some retaliation by pasting in SAFE
JOURNAL CHAPTER 0140, so without me having a conscious mind clue
about any of this, I am going to follow my little voice inside my
head, without any TV sets or any of Britney Spears and her dumb
little friends from late last decade!!!!!!!!!
WOW,
I hope my older daut doesn't think I would dare ever call her a
snake. JESUS CHRISTMAS TREES!!!!!!!
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 140
wORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
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OK
folks, short and sweet, here it is, some of it, a lot of it, but
very ultra compressed for time's sake, as I never have the time I
really need to write as much as I want to, so move over Paula
Rainstorm of Berry-ville, New Jersey.
“Tell
him about the red tower”, why don't you? Don't knock yourself down
YO, my lengthy compo got me sent to a sike facility for ten freaking
months, where I nearly died on at least three separate distinct
occasions.
As
most of you know, I am madly in love with two powerful lightning
goddesses, the Earth goddess, and the Goddess Jupiter. When Diana
introduced me, in my my human waking world memories in present
persona, MOUNTAINPEN, to the great Goddess Jupiter, and to just the
smallest parts of just who and what SHE really is, was, and always
has been, and that SHE is endlessly sixteen years old, the nineteen
nineties had only ticked into being in my dreams here for perhaps a
year or two or so. A perfectly planned ordered structure of human
events and human history, every bit as real as the entire biblical
accounts of a Jewish time-line consisting of many thousands of
years, and the entire story of a group of persons, and their
incredible god, Jehovah; was playing live for me and all around me,
and it doesn't freaking matter who in this miserable world chooses
to believe or to disbelieve my claim about this entire mess. But
before I take this any further along, let me tell you what happened,
and has been happening just a bit. Jim Burr said the magic ass
sentence to me years ago, and that is that for me a few days is
eternity, as so much shit happens in my pathetic diseased and
totally fucked up life, and that I am caught up in the ultimate
battle and war that this entire planet is totally in the fucking
middle of, right now, and has been for about thirteen thousand human
years of this powerful awesome and nearly surreal inter-dream, that
you all choose to refer to as the real waking world life, and that
is fine and well. One person sees the same accident quite a bit
differently than another person. Just ask any damn police officer if
I am lying or speaking a powerful truth here folks, YO.
The
WOMO enemies woke me up this fucking morning with a very nasty ass
sore throat, yet there were no visible toxins in the sky, formed or
dissipated. Go figure, DUH, like they can't pull that off. Aniwho
MCMCAAONMC, powerful shit happened at my job. One of the bosses was
in the wild interaction back on the electrical number of April, and
we got talking, and I came to learn that some of her peeps, as were
my dad's peeps, hailed and were from areas in Ohio, that were all
quite near to both Toledo and Troy, the birth place of my father,
and the place where the family there began settling. This is only
the extreme tip of a huge ice berg however. I came to learn that
other things happened at the end of last week while I was on my
off-days, as I only work the weekly scheduled shift of 9-3 on M-T-W,
since the recent cutback with the AARP Program, and this is working
out just fine, as two things have also recently occurred that makes
this schedule change work out just fine for me, as well as the
resulting decrease in funds and monies in my spendable purse as they
say on freaking Wall Street-NYC; and details of this are totally
none of anybody's freaking bizz, YO. What I will say is that a set
of events all connected up that would never have connected up if I
had not mentioned one little part of this wild late April
dreaming-interaction to one friend I can really trust, and it was
not that this person said anything or even did anything, but this is
difficult to explain, so just try and take my word for it when I
say, that still and all, this further caused two persons with power
over my life, and who were not all that fond of me; to do quite an
unspeakable thing, and get caught, John Denver Henningsen, and now,
the little prick who was gonna kick me in a not so nice place years
ago, lost one of his peeps who was making my life totally miserable,
and making me walk on egg shells. I am not happy to see anyone
suffer, but then again, unlike the masses of peeps that are
celebrating the death of MISTER HOUSE-IN-SHOP-TAPE-DIVERSIONAL
TERRORIST, this never enters my mind to do such a thing. First of
all, long before this decade is over, peeps will see through a
powerful wild parlor trick that I was forced to perform, and this is
far from MI RGG open reel master recording tape made in 1986 in
Cherry Hill, New Jersey, still, let us go no further down this
unsafe road, as too many mines and booby traps are all along and
around it; waiting literally to go BOOM! Still, this is why even
before I realized it, a certain person attempted to do something
that would have killed a normal person, not under automatic laser
retrace scan; such as myself. New forces are in play now, and I will
be OK, John King, no need for me to be so careful making my auto
payments on time. Tomorrow, you will have my payment, right up
there on Highway one, old buddy and friend of Miss Kathy Lee. On top
of this, I will be escaping a new bitch and a new nightmare, the
great sick in the head social worker, MISS LEE, nails and all, OUCH,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT'S THAT YOU SAY SENATOR TOMS SON, GOOD
RIDDANCE??????? Man, you took the words right out of my mother
fucking mouth kind sir!!! On top of all of this and a lot more
unspeakable things and items going on all around me, let me tell you
that my personal address and phone book was examined by FISA early
this century, when they busted into my fucking trailer back in
Mullica, New Jersey, and broke hundreds of dollars of audio
equipment. This has all been fact checked and documented. This shit
all happened. So did highway 295, and so did the McDonnell Douglas
truck driver MISTER JACKSON who also tried to kill me that early
1988 morning. All of these things are documented in courts, they
happened right here in the real waking world, 'this universe', not
some fucking parallel reality, and I could go on and on with shit
from Arthur Bancroft to Shoepants Security Posts, to Judge Kadufski
wanting to jail me and not for messing with any sixteen year old
teen queens, but for trying to learn who is stopping me from my
life, such as in this particular case, that jerk off mother fucking
attorney in Cherry Hill by the name of Colflesh. Now the news is
telling how blogs that talk about powerful peeps can be blocked.
Time for me to get active and personally pay a fucking visit to the
AMERICAN CIVIL FUCKING LIBERTIES UNION (ACLU), having nothing to do
with getting the King's permission to fornicate, still, one of your
peeps isn't able to hurt me any longer, he didn't get one of the
King's permission, oh dear, sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!! You all
make me totally mother fucking ill, YO, you cunt lapping powerful
ass hypocrites. Go screw your daughters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh never
mind, I always get beaten to punches, so I better stay the hell out
of the fucking boxing profession, YO! This entire world seems to go
out of its way to make me sick. Pee, my love, what did I ever do? I
am not JOE TWIST. I watched this dude literally wipe the life of
MISS Dawn-Marie King out, and tear it apart at the speed of freaking
ass light cubed. This evil shit Joe Twist, messed up more than one
life, it wiped my life out as well, but this has nothing to do, or
does it, with what Diana was trying to do after the initial time
passed where she introduced herself to me from 1983 through about
1991 somewhere, and then after eight lonely sad years of tears and
Highview cheers and Christy's beers, came her telling me about her
wonderful younger cousin, Stacey. Then from there, things literally
went thermonuclear in and at quantitative patterns and velocities.
Good
riddance, APRIL LEE. You treated me like a fucking dog, and now you
will be nothing but dust in my path, right along with Dawn. Go throw
a table at somebody, YO!!!!!!!! How can you think any of this is
funny MI wonderful TQ, how? Please explain that in some future song
to me right here in this waking world? I mean those stairs, I cannot
believe you let LD do that, it is blowing my freaking unlucky mind
seven times over MI. Tell me if all of these things really are mere
coincidences, OK Curly? Was this mean trick 'his' idea, or was it
yours? I cried for days you know.
I
will tell some powerful things very soon. Maybe it is time for me to
stop worrying about any ramifications. 3 hots and a cot for me, is
not that much worse than all my hell, day in and day out, year after
mother fucking year. Also, you did invite me in and wanted me to see
this horrible thing, whatever it was and still is. Now in the hands
of the kicker, wow, is there any doubt in my mind how dangerous this
entire situation has all bloomed and blossomed into? The answer to
this is simple John DH, of Colorado, (NO)! And did I forget to make
the powerful ass connection with the stairs of Tom Reale, and the
nightmares that followed, and the room that moves, and the clock and
the telephone, and the cold hotel room with the heater machine; you
fiendish child controlling screwed up hub cap banger thug,
you?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The initials on the thing say it all, but
whether you have this out there on 36th Avenue or not, or
have it in a transdimensional place in another Lakehouse; you will
never get away with killing me, you sick son of a bitch; so remember
that one MISTER park bench puke thrower. I saw your other buddy
today too Lenny, he doesn't fool me, or Sandy, or Sandy. My cousin
will never know all the shit she caused me with her mom, along with
their pal the Shah of Iran, back in the seventies. Stay off that
boat Jimmy Dean, I'm watching you, so leave my freaking cousin
Chrissy alone there bud.
You
and me just know too much, huh Whoopee? That old 'sense of feeling'
when amplified with all those pico-glories or piglopies of asapian
power, sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit, what are we gonna do, you old original
ghost buster, you? A lot more than this feels wrong, old nuns, new
nuns, even the mighty Robert Cheatley “Patterson”. Oh the gods,
why did you and Angela have to fuck with my buildings, MIZZ
GAINES??????????
At
exactly eleven fucking of the clock this morning at work, peeps, the
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL struck my watch, again, AND NOW I AM TAKING IT
OVER TO 'K-MART' TO COMPLAIN, AND GET ANOTHER ONE. THIS IS THE
THIRD
WATCH NOW, IN AN EIGHT MONTH STRETCH. This is fucking total ass
bullshit. Peeps need to Google around, and see the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL
for the evil and pure horror show that it is. This is no fucking
joke or game, LD, or anyone else, YO!!!!! SO LAUGH THIS OFF AT C-SQ.
Let
me wrap up shit for right now, and just say that I know that peeps
have used things for the greater good of humankind, and this is not
to my objection. Just don't sell me out, and try making a profit. I
hate greedy fucking peeps. I hate Wall Street. I hate evil rotten
sin, not the sinners, the freaking ass sin. SSJKK taught me this.
But then, this is no secret. HER mighty words are plain and simple
for all to read and learn about.
BYE-BYE
Planet Earth. Remember that you can argue what your senses tell you,
or even think I have created a huge bunch of parlor tricks; but the
simple reality is that I have two powerful goddesses that love to
play games, and this is an inescapable truth for me, so I accept
what cannot be altered, and thereby, I have courage, I believe in
the great optimists creed, YO. I have wisdom enough to know the damn
difference between what I can and cannot do in my interactions with
both Diana Z. Arteemis, and Sarah-Stacey Krassle, pipe running and
all © office, YO!
The
first time I booted up the machine today, a weird double fucking
screen would not go away, so I had to log off and re-start. Every
single day, the great MC has to come out of the mighty Bermuda
Triangle, and fuck the hell with me. wow, Aunt Geraldine ass Snow, I
am so damn impressed. You and the freaking Shah,
sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another fucking MC-ODF
hack, wow, look at you, (BUT) then, I could ignore this silly game
Henry Fonda, and merely reply with, “Fuck this shit”, and then
just plead, NOT GUILTY, so pardon me there Swiss Watchmaker, and
also, the great Satellite World Interconnection System, soon to
arrive on the scene in many parallel realities, who knows, maybe
here too, YO. What do you think Whoopee?
END
TRANSMISSION:
DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-DOORS!
PIGS
RAISED BY BARNYARD PIGS, WEIN????????
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!
2:13
PM ON JULY 11, 2014,
88
DEGREES, HUMIDITY 69%-HT.IX. 98,
WIND
EAST BY SOUTHEAST AT 5 STEADY
AND
LIFE MOTHER FUCKING SUCKS SO HARD IT COULD BLOW OUT A TWISTER.
MORIANITY
FOR M-3
CHAPTER
027
I'LL
CALL 911 IF THIS SHIT FORCES ME TO, GOVERNOR RICK SCOTT, SIR!!!!
PERSECUTED
FOREVER AND EVER; AND THAT PART OF ME HAS BEEN DEAD
FOR
NEARLY A FUCKING CENTURY. GIVE IT A REST, JEWS!!!!!!!!!!!
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What
do they fucking want from me, YO!!!!!!!!!!
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