SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0337
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
DATFILE: 021612.759 ON A THURSDAY EVENING,
AND UNDER SUPER DEATH SIEGE FROM THE WOMO-TAWF
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“PUSSY COMMAND SUPER MAJOR, IN PARALLEL WITH HELL-SIEGE”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MORIANITY AND MOUNTAINPEN
BEGINNING OF THE ILLUSION:
This is two days now of nasty CHEMTRAIL ATTACK all around me here in the sunny fucking paradise of southeastern Florida, YO.
Yes, I will be working tomorrow, PP, so here is what we need to do, since all hell is breaking loose around me. You need to stay focused and take care of situations, and I will go to work and survive my hell. Next week when you get a chance to call me during an afternoon when I get home, between say the 4 and 6 PM window, that would be great. You also can call any time after 10 if you are up, as until 8 in the morning, my voice-mail will answer and my phone is off the hook. You can tell me a good afternoon and I'll be sure to be at home. I doubt we can do this thing, but in a super abridged nutshell, I think that some monstrous people have organized a plot that is quite within provable parameters, the problem is like a lady suing 'the Don' right now over less than twenty kay, and she will not live long enough to collect, as the super rich can tie things up in court for ten years or more and she is over age sixty. Yeah, I'm watching you old pal. I'm not the one who denied your dad a loan, why not stop giving me grief over such immature matters, college dude?
Just exactly why the MILITUFORCE does this shit, is really anyone's good guess folks. I do know it is all part of a larger game, as was fully explained in my previous non precious blog. These keys are so damn close together, huh Selena Shoeremover of Stenton Place, in Atlantic City? So this larger game is all about distraction, and just what needs to be distracted from that is so awful? Those who I have told via my Morianity, laugh and scoff. They laughed at a lot of people in history, I have come to know that I am within very good company, going back barely a century, to the Wright Brothers, huh Colaman? So why did you come to me in the nineties and do all of this, for that matter, why did Paula come to my apartment at the highview in June of 1996? Why did the dingy take a hammer to my hubcap over at The Gathering Place Psychic Shop right before that? How could I possibly know this sixteen year old punk? Well Audrey Heller and your son the Major in the Air Force, I bet someone here knows, because on the freaking Astral plane, there seems to be no rest from this at all. The BRIGGBASE is the largest DREAMCLUB of all. There are many smaller ones that form in what folks of this time era might think of as the fifty-second century. Where did I first try and organize one myself in 1995 right before Tony Zenun wanted me to buy his house; but good old Haddonwood Swim Club? The Phillies were involved with this if peeps would archive my blogs that tell all about this back in 2007 somewhere and perhaps in the year before and after 2007, and then look what happens on them Vodka Russell bottle of October on my kidnapped even year. I nbo0w refer to my Stockholm Kidnapping as my even and odd years, with 2008 as my SKEY and 2009 as my SKOY, wow, crash, bing, oh the gods, those deafening freaking ass cymbals, YO! Say what Mister Jefferson Handsilver? I do not like thinking about Roseann Delaney between the hours of five at night and seven in the morning, on the outside chance that she was not just nuts, ouch.
Yes I'll retaliate against OTAMM by telling a few doozie secrets that they have Trudeau-Attitudes about my rat-tat-football-tattle tailing about, and first, I will tell you all this biggie, YO. I was not outside more than an hour or perhaps a wee bit longer, and a powerful pussy command attack struck me. I do not care who believes or disbelieves any of this, the gods know I am telling the fucking ass truth about this. I could lie anytime and say it is happening when it is not, but the world has me under continual satellite surveillance and knows when it is true. It is not the forces who down this fucking world that I am telling this to, they all ready know it and saw it all go down in real live time. I am letting others know just how powerful PARALLEL EVENT IS, and how I made a profit over all loss of 92 hundred bucks back in the year of 1986, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, at the casino roulette tables, using this powerful unknown mother fucking reality called by me, “Parallel Event”. Its name is invented by me and used by me, but I in no way founded this idea, it was known about for thousands of years and used back in the days of ancient Calgon Bath Oil Beads Chines Wisdom Dynasties. Some secret there gorgeous, other than Spell-Checker does not recognize this once fantastic and quite famous bath product, YO. My blogs detail just how I used this shit against my EW enemies that are all the real owners of the worlds' casinos. Why else would they play shit at me every time I walk in and play, over and over, through their Public Address system? How stupid is this unobservant blind world? Throughout the entire 2012 which is the very worst year of my entire fucking life peeps, speaking of roulette and systems used to attack this world famous casino table game; Mariloo Carpenter gave me the coolest system, and it still has not lost when averaged in groups of fifteen games, starting late last year or whenever the date was that my blogs reflect that she gave me this fantastic system. A child with good math skills can see why 2012 is so horrible for me. First both 1986 and 2012 when pronounced the Marola way are the same Private-Cosmicoded-Number (PCN). In addition to this fact however, is that when the PITSY-4 let me down in fucking ass twenty-Marola-eleven, this led to a coming pity-party for me that goes far beyond unspeakable, deplorable, and heinous, on mega-monstrous scales, by anyone's definition. Yes folks, the sluts were chasing me during this off the wall attack in the skies, as though I was one of Nick's crew. I could see this 30 years ago, but the logic of even the remotest possibility of this, would prove to a fucking thousand Catholic Churches and Popes, the reality and undeniable truth of the supernatural world coexisting with this awake human tangible Physical Plane of our human existence as a species of so-called life forms, occupying the STM illusion. Screw Sally and her professor friend from 1998. It is days like today where I know that no one could pay me enough billions of united States dollars, to walk into Roseann Delaney's house back in the summer time of 1969, at ten at night, without a big cross and lots and lots of stinky kitchen condiments, and I don't think rosemary would be on the list of my survival tools of 2pth century ripped off islands. I will come to the island of the something, yes, hypnotherapy was a very huge mistake, Lenny, you seemed to know this as a teenager, wow, how much canonizing will be needed here my friend Benny-16? In any event, I do sincerely want to thank you on this blog, for checking things out at the MH late in OM-8. If you can help me fight Diana's horrible brother in any other way in addition, I would eternally be grateful to you your EM. Later tonight, I'll go u[p on the Greenline Motors Site and check out some more fantastic jet poison videos. Oh right, a phone number that ends in 880, as if the odds would not be around at least a million to freaking one. You know world, mom said shut up, and I will, but I do have a wonderful lovely daughter, Misses Harris Jones, yuk-yuk-yuk, do the laughs ever stop or do the stairs wear out first, MO? Another Motown great was the grapevine song, and yes, I did hear something through it recently, and I can say no more, but yes, I am very happy that my GAGANU was used to help locate and capture the destroyer of the twins, be them in Manhattan, or in Philadelphia at the Penn Center Buildings. Oh Steve, will the fairytale Pointer Sisters ever help us all lift up that monster heavy couch, or can we all just repeat neo-ho-ren-gay-kee-oh? The physical strength of 10 Dracula's, the beauty of 5 combined Miss Trump Teen USA girls, and an endless fascination for the hidden worlds, wow PK, you will never leave my mind, great teen queen. I loved your commercial, where is it? Oh PEE.
Well, I could tell huge things and give major GAWNUM numbers and matches and branch-codes, and on and on, but I am going to wrap it all up with this, mister Harner, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, on Haddon Avenue. People can use randoms to channel with this game on a direct level. If you do not know what you are doing, it can cause schizophrenia however, and few can cure it without taking medications. My mother would not stop with the playing cards, and it struck her hard Pee Kay, as you knew that it would, my love. If you do not speak to me soon, I will find out all about the rivers of radar, don't try hiding from me my lovely giant teenager. I know all about you. Hurry-hurry-hurry, otherwise Photeous and John Greece, it might be too late for the gold minor to strike it rich, right Ernie Merker Gardener???????? Let this no talent sign off for now folks. How does misery and pain feel, Governor? Why is it that it is OK for me to suffer forever, but you all want the moon, the stars, and the best waves to surf? Like I'm gonna' believe that was not perfectly timed right after I took Chicky's bros to the JFK Airport and off to Guatemala? Yeah, I'm so fucking wetahded people, fool me over and over again, yeah.
I could have had a dozen beautiful teen aged girlfriends today, OTAMM,m and if you were watching, you'da seen and you know I'm not making up fucking ass squat, YO. So keep playing games with me you turds, and one day, when the markets of the planet tumble and fall apart forever, do not dare come crying to me and say I never mother fucking warned you, as this can be considered your all powerful wake up call, from secret retractable locations.
END OF THE ILLUSION: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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