KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0345

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0345

TEN PAST TWO IN THE MORNING

TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-1995

NO BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR.

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START HELL NIGHTMARE REPORT:

Fort Pierce Police, it is two in the morning, I have screaming dangerous scarey fucking neighbors in my hallway, now, and every night now, all day and all night. I am terrorized in here for my very life. P, I want you to sue the PHA if I am murdered in here, this is now worse than my life living with Ann and dawn mother fucking king. ACCESS MY BLOGS AND THIS AUTORIZES MISTER PEP to sue and I award him any monies, as my family is scum and gets nothing, and I care for nobody, so fuck everybody, you get it all, my friend P. Anytime 3 days and nights goes by or 72 hours without me on the next blog, consider me murdered and gone, and begin proceedings if you can. I will tell you friend, this is literally a nightmare attack and assault on me like nothing ever else in my entire life. It is no coincidence, look for the brand new movie coming out, just now starting to get advertised yesterday, called, “AWAKE”, go see it P, do it, and then read my last 30 blogs or so again, and tell me I am not the product of an EW (Entertainment World) rip-off pattern, that in all rights, should be forced to award me after 30-40 years of stealing my ideas, a minimum of ten billion dollars USD. On top of that, fortune 500 that includes this EW bunch of hooligans, owe me for a destroyed life that they caused directly, inflicting continual unmentionable pain and agony on me. No normal human would have survived it, for a week. I'll swear to this in fucking any court on this diseased ass planet, P. Another 10 billion in pain and suffering and a destroyed life, or a suit for 20 billion USD.

P, I HAVE NOT SEEN THINGS THIS BAD EVER NEVER EVER NEVER EVER NEVER TIMES TEN TO THE POWER OF A FUCKING TRILLION GOGALPLEX. I WON'T SURVIVE THIS, IT IS GETTING WORSE EVERY DAY, SO HENCE, THE LOCAL AUTHORITIES '''M---U---S---T''' BE IN ON THIS, NO DOUBT ABOUT IT WHATSOEVER, MISS CHILLIE MCKINNON OF 1980.

P, IF I HAVE TO, IN SELOF DEFENSEM, I WILL KILL. Just know this please, I have a right to defend my person and thwart off physical attack. I am no longer as sure as I used to be that these WOMO enemy dirt-bags will not take this all the way, as they definitely appear to be escalating this mounting horror show on me in ways that I have never seen before, it is not looking back for a second.

Tomorrow or really later on today, I pick up my tax papers at my preparers condo, and send off a voided check from my bank along with the signed form, so they can directly deposit my earned income refund into my bank, and wit my debit card, I can use it anywhere at all, just as I did when I fucking left New Jersey that dark icy cold night in middle December of 2008 and headed down here to Florida with the clothes on my fucking ass back.

P, I am going to be at Lake Chapala, Mexico, an American community where my 963 disability monthly dollars will allow me to live like a semi king, away from America, and my enemies, at least until they track me fucking there, and wreck my life all over again; as this 'HC' will never fucking end, and I think we both know this deep down, P.

Well, the cat told me major shit about why I am being literally slow murdered. Much of it has to do with my spilling the beans about Bob Cheatley, and the other stuff on my past several weeks of blogs. I leave comments on as many “CHEMTRAIL” videos up on the YOU-TUBE, as I have time to do as well, telling them I am 'MOUNTAINPEN' and to Google up my blogs. I need to fight this war in any way I can, and keep exposing evil and monstrous criminal activity perpetrated on me for nearly 30 years now, and maybe fucking longer. But P, if you could find a little time to help me network my harassment as it connects into the CHEMTRAIL scare, and it does, I might suddenly become an internet celebrity, and only with the ability of being recognized, will I ever have the smallest chance of being taken seriously. My limited knowledge in networking with all these computer social networking systems and the complex ways it is all done, is not within my power to do, not when I am under 24/7 death siege, my brain is in lock down freeze mode, I am barely able to fucking blog. You know P, if I make it, you make it, hopefully this needs never be stressed. All I have is my good word, nothing else, I'd never ever screw that up, then I'd have mother fucking nothing at all left to work with. All I can think of P, is that I no longer follow the Dow Jones, and it must be at record highs around 15,000 points, and the Flyers scum must be number one as they always are, and 15 games out ahead of the pack. Shit this bad with me does not happen when the evil empire is week. I do not expect you to understand my 26 year old battle now with this empire thing and the parallel event and the Dow and the sports team, I ask you as my pal to try and give me some open-mindedness. I have watched this and lived this hell nightmare for more time than most murderers spend in fucking prison for murder in the fucking second ass degree. This is real P, totally absolutely real, I have no time for games or lunacy. I cannot explain it, but I can define and recognize it. It resembles pornography I suppose at least in that way, and is way more evil a million times over, even than kiddy porn trash.

Yes, unless things change and stop from the present course of doom and death like nothing I've seen in my entire fucking life, I will have to get my U-Haul truck, and pack up and move to Lake C, Mex. This is not a joke or an empty promise. This is what I will do before Monday rolls around unless someone can get this shit backed fucking off me, as I cannot fucking take this hell one bit longer. For those thinking I'm a wimp, you try living in my shoes one rotten week, just so I can piss on your fucking grave and say, “Told you”, as Gina told me in the fucking ass nineties, YO.

END, and soon the END OF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!