SAFE JOURNAL,CHAPTER 0295
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN © 2006-2011
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-1995
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“NOW EVERYTHING IS SUSPECT, EVEN ANN KING'S
MEDICAL FUCKING CHEMTRAILS”
DATFILE: CH-0295-122811.700
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Well folks, the skies of Fort Pierce, are loaded with those nice lovely wonderful chemtrails. Just Google up the name of this new age hot topic, “CHEMTRAILS”, or go to the great mighty YOU-TUBE and then type in that name in the search box SB. Both today and yesterday, there are an increasing abundance of small private/corporate Cessna aircraft in the local skies as well. Today, was both of these scenes however around this area, where I live at 7th Avenue, and where I work up at 25th Street, and one and the same thing with Doctor Martin Luther King Boulevard. If you Google up Fort Pierce, Florida, on a map or use the low-teck old written road maps; you'll see quite plainly that this is a large 50 square mile box, nearly a perfect square, and contains some serious area, at least by the standards of non city's; and especially back in the great green and garden state where I was hailing from, and living in; since September of 1964, and that would freaking be of course, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I could care less what they do right now, as the year despite being quite 'disastrous' for me, along with a hundred other adjective words that would be similar in meaning and proving only that I enjoy reading a lot; but also that at this final week of 2011, the non-port-in-the-storm-year or 'NON-PITSY', as was predicted would be one by a serious rhythm cycle in mathematics that in most cases, does indeed provide some statistical merit and overall accuracy to some degree, but then there are always the exceptions to the rules, making the rule the rule, as “THEY' say, whoever “THEY” really are, DUH at any color, yours or mine, am I quite correct here 2009-Ann King-Liar Phony? Perhaps all of this is opening up something quite wild, without the wood or the roller coasters, and the MAYAN folks knew just a little more about all of this, and me, all along; but then who can ever know for certain, Copyrighted 1988 breath echos? Yes peeps, the few really intelligent amongst us know, that I spoke a great and powerful truth on a recent blog, perhaps the last one; when I said that the mighty GOOGLE PEOPLE operate their mighty interconnected network computer engine, as does the United States Government, and merely all though expanding into a territory as new to humankind as deep outer space exploration would be, in theory; they are doing their own thing, but copying to a tee; the same principles of NSA and all the rest, and really; it is all one powerful monster, and is all really a dummy front that operates in the open and public world as the MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY? How does poor little me ever get to escape these unpleasant initials? Well, my answer was delivered to me 14 and a half years ago in a song, so it seems. How I used to say to my late pal David Roth, “How do we win”? He would reply every time in a somber voice that you could cut the negative vocal attitude with a dull ass butter knife with, “We don't Mark”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Need I say more, George, of the following year, YO??????????????????????????
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Unconscious collective mind of humanity, I command you to listen to me, as you have been doing for some time, while I play Morianity to all of the non-roach population, as well as take this a step further onto the waking world internet system. You have all ready done a lot to help me when I needed it most, and I thank first, my great Goddess Scylla Jehovah (SSJK), and then I thank the other part of HER, and this being of course, none other than the collective unconsciousness of humanity. It is doubtful in my mind, that more than the number that I could count on my hands and fingers, of humans on this Earth; really can grasp the powerful potential of what I am saying, what I am doing, and so forth; consciously; but the real power lies in the invisible, and in this case, the unconscious. Thank you all for helping me survive my latest tussle with those who have been faithfully attempting to wipe me out with this unknown and mysterious medical condition that they themselves inflicted on me in June of 1983 in the first place, with their chemtrail poison attack late on the night of the fourth, around ten-thirty Post Meridian, give or take a few minutes. You all helped me survive, and get the problem solved, and I need not educate any of the conscious and awake world with these details; but only that they tried, and again; they failed. Still, a government always wins for the simple reason, that time is always stacked in favor of their deck; and is always on their side, as they remain ageless. We, individually on the other hand; must all grow older and more feeble, with the passing of the hours and days. I need you all to continue to help me out in this Huntington Curse. Move the very atoms of my hellish hologram interaction here, in my favor; and just as 1994 magically all worked out around me, in seemingly unfathomable esoteric paranormal ways, that totally defied reality; again, this can be achieved; and I can be made to do the impossible, and help the great 60's reawakening occupiers, to eventually win over their oppressors, and MINE AS WELL. I command you to research my words and claims, and see the truth all for yourselves. See how it is anything BUT GOOD, for Main Street and us tiny 99s when the mighty WALL STREET flies high and drags all the slaves, or us, down into their dust who they then enjoy trampling on with the fervor of a winning athlete in the Olympics. Do not hope for the powerful wealthy to endlessly gain power over us. You are wishing for your funerals, and the death and torture of your children. Is this really what you want to wish for folks? This ends Sub-Chapter 0003.
Now let us continue on with SJ-CH-0295, like DUH, and WHAAAAA and all this senseless bullshit that breaks the tension, and keeps us laughing through stair chasing tears and nightmares; right MI wonderful BEG? Anyone on Planet Earth knows deep down, that no other blog in the world is like MORIANITY, and there is a reason for this. Morianity cannot be made up. It is the telling of a horrific nightmare truth. It is not the work of fiction no matter how many peeps out here only wish to all of the gods that this was indeed so, BRO.
We will close out in this paragraph with simply this folks: I had not yet seen the sky of chemtrails. I only heard the aerial siege around me for day #2. Still, the trails were there, as I was at work, trying hard to earn my meager paupers pathetic little living and doing the best I rambling-man-can, DB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I clocked out just shy of 4 PM-EST, and bought 14 dollars worth of food products, right there where I work through the AARP Stimulus Package, sponsored by my pal President Barack Obama. Before I exited with my items, and placed them in my vehicle to drive home to my apartment at Avenue B and 7th; the bagger, a super gorgeous woman, was telling me that I am not fat and ugly and old and stupid and worthless, as I had just told the cashier, Josephine, and another good friend of mine, at the HARVEST, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/. She told me that many women are quite interested in me, and that there is always someone for everyone. I never get these kind of nice comments or things happening anymore, unless lots of aerial siege and assaults are ongoing; the old parallel event discussed so often in many of my 6+ years worth of blogs now, on 'THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN'. So the longer these aerial sieges continue, the better the chance now for me to score with some lovely woman. I have wasted my entire miserable life because of this dreadful frightening and monstrously despicable and inconceivably abominable and atrocious HUNTINGTON CURSE, and I intend to waste no more of my time and energy, that I realize now are very limited commodities, or simply put I am mature enough to realize that tick-tock, I am rapidly running out of freaking time. So if this WOMO horrendous twisted diseased enemy wants to help me through ICPE, and act as an arranged marriage agent, then fine and let it be so, or just, LET IT BE, right John Lennon my friend? See why they wanted to kick this poor prick out of this lovely free country, and eventually moved on to conspire Mary Carter style, to covertly eliminate him and his great many music messages? Yes my pal, Mister Plato from so long ago, my time is running short now, and I have lived a very long and unproductive life, well, have I really, Maury Soronson? Gee, both my names exist on spell checkers without making additions to any of its dictionaries, and here are two greater things than I am for sure, and I had to add them in just now, so go figure. Well folks, I need a hot meal despite it being another day in Florida, and that means even now at Christmas time, NOT COLD. So let me fix my din-din, and enjoy some “L&O” and “The Mentalist” shows on Television. As I speak, it is getting dark, and is 13 minutes shy of ¾ into the day or 6P. Dave said it all, 'Building, Benefits, and Broads', the three BEES. Here is the biggest B of all for Attorney Melnick McCoy. I thought the old adage of two out of three 'ain't' bad with this B-thing, would wash, but it did not even wash cloth, not now in 2011, and not in the nightmares in Ventnor, New Jersey; back in the summer time of the year 1970. This world or the WOMO that is persecuting and stopping me from breathing and living anywhere near a normal life, would shit themselves if they knew all the stuff going on around me. They can take my two kids from me, my 30,000 home theater, and all my other belongings, wreck my credit, and force me down to Florida in the dead of night, scared and alone with the fucking clothes on my back, and I did the impossible, with the help of my TEEN-QUEEN, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. I do all things that SHE lets me do. All else is prevented. SHE RULES. Fuck the Empire State Building, I knew you ruled this empire my powerful wonderful special love, long before they ever built your favorite building in your present lifetime. Now I am moving on, getting married, and starting my own family; and if they kill me to stop me, then fine; the evidence will be there to start CHRISTIANITY NUMBER TWO, just as before when it started number one.
********I NOW TERMINATE THIS TRANSMISSION, WHAAAAA.********
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