SAFE
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Gee
people, could I be right again with my trillions of predictions? DUH!
By the way, when I said decillion, I meant to say nonillion, several
blogs back, when I posted up that very large number. Yes Bruce Allen
Pennock, I still can hear that Mini Ripperton way you would say back
in the early seventies that we are all human, and that nobody is
perfect, old buddy, old pal, forget about any cement businesses or
building and loan outfits, hyperspace traveler Jimmy!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
SAID THAT PUSSY COMMAND
WOULD COME IT THIS FUCKING DEATH SIEGE DIUD NOT BACK THE SHIT
OFF, FOLKS, AND IT DID, YOU, JUST TODAY WHILE OUT VISITING MY PAL ON
HUTCHINSON ISLAND SOUTH, MIKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I left his house at just minutes past five this frikkin evening, YO,
I went to put seven smacks into my automobile at the only station
that is still open on the island, down the way from the Subway
Restaurant, and when I went in, a lovely doll around twenty give or
take a couple of years, was all over me, even staring and me and
smiling when she walked out of the place. Other female flirtation
incidents were also part of my excursion outside today, but this was
the largest one. I could have smiled at her and she would have given
it up, YO. I think I am doing pretty mother fucking good for age
fifty-eight. Oh 'Captains', oh much shit keeps talking the same tune,
YO?
L-4,
there is a lot to tell, and not all will be told, not by a fucking
cock licking long shot, not right now, friends and fiends. I will cut
to the chase and tell what I feel needs to be told right know on this
very blog, in this endless and fucking unrelenting war with the
OTAMMIC WOMO MILI-2-FORCE. All day, doors are fucking
slamming and banging, the fucking music was cranked up at twenty past
eight and then went down to a tolerable level. This was another MAJOR
SUPER MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING SUPER BOTBAR MONSTER DAY for me,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, it is not as though any of this
fucking twisted diseased horse swallowing shit is new, it isn't.
That's the fucking problem folks, it is old, and as I told fucking
Ingrid in early 1984 over the internet telephone of the few in the
know peeps that know what this is all fucking ass about; it is “VERY
VERY VERY OLD”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's a quote, and not a fucking ass exaggeration, YO dude. I have
not had to my best recollection aniwho, any 'dreaming-interactions'
that involve THE LOTTERY, since that day in early autumn somewhere of
1980, back in Voorhees, New Jersey, Mister Crowley Towtrucks Glendale
Bank CROOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night, as you all wonk from
the blog a couple back from this one, I did, and big time. But I had
a wild experience earlier in the fucking night as well, and I will
tell you all something about it right now. Some of my readers know
about the Speedship Sunram that I designed around the time of the
total eclipse of the sun in the East New Jersey area, in middle March
somewhere back in 1970, during the big drop of snow. Oh Babe, Misses
Henderson, what can I say to these hurricanes a couple of years
later, you dog, WOLF? Aniwho, powerful fucking sghit is all involved
with this wild solar powered jet hydroplane speed-ship, that I sat
down and designed for no apparent reason whatsoever. It was the very
first thing that popped into my deeper unconsciousness during the
hypntgherapy at Doctor Mark Wolf's Clinic on Main street in
Moorestown, in early 1996, right after my coyunselor at the Saint
Barnabas shit hole in Cherry hill, New Jersey, suffered a mental
collapse and nervous breakdown after I told him about SARAH KRASSLE,
and the 1986 powerful 'nightmare' that seemed to last for five full
months, and I know that the Star Trek people used this story line on
their episode with the Rusican planet and Picard being struck on the
bridge of his starship by their probe and under its control for 25
minutes, only to him, it was a mother fucking ass lifetime. I am so
glad when I can offer so many folks, so many bright ideas, Mizz
Parsons of Pinkerton Security company, even after all these years
have now mother fucking passed, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There were many other powerful things that all connected into this
wild experience, as I said, telling just a little bit of it to
Counselor Kieth, over at Saint Barnabas Health clinic in late 1995
somewhere, and he went fucking ass nuts, for all I know he drove to
the Tulleytown, Pennsylvania landfill, fell asleep one night on top
and met Bloody Mary, as this will do it every time, and no candles,
or sore throats, or bitten up necks are necessary, to do the job,
Parson Brown, WHAAAA and super fucking W---O---W.
No mahm, yes mahm, and merry Christmas, and screw the LAMBRIGG CULT,
YO!!!
SUNRAM
was named for the eclipse, and the
appearance of the moon and sun 'ramming' into each other at this
time. But SUNRAM is all tied into the locked box that contained a
powerful and beyond outlandish
motor-cycle chain, and book, written by me at age fourteen, called,
THE BOOK OF BEACH, an adolescent version of MORIANITY
and the story of my experiences, limited then so I thought and
believed, to ATLANTIC CITY, NEW
JERSEY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, was this
laugh on me about a trillion mother fucking ass times peeps. It was
right around the time that I designed this solar-powered hydroplaning
water vessel, and snow storm, and total eclipse, that another
incident also had occurred. I had a powerful interaction with THE
SUN. He told me that everybody thought he was going to last a very
long time, but that he was shortly going to die. I laughed at him in
the “DREAM” and told him he will be around about another five
billion years, this is what I was taught in school, it was a ten
billion year cycle yellow type average star, our closest one, and
that it was about mid way into its nuclear burn cycle as it converts
hydrogen into helium, as all stars do. He kept insisting that the
scientists had it all wrong and that he was not going to be around
much longer. If you study and examine my blogs in 2006-2008, I
totally know that I have blogged and told you all about this dream in
vivid detail before. Right now, the sun is at its peak for intensity
in an eleven year cycle, as every 5.5 years it is at its lowest
intensity, and then goes to its highest in another 5.5 years. If we
back up the years, this year in 2012, this means the cycles going
back through time where the sun is most active with solar storms and
many other electromagnetic and nuclear events, would be as follows as
we simply keep subtracting twelve years into the late part of these
other earlier years. 2001, 1990, 1979, 1968, 1957, 1946, and 1935.
Historians know well, a powerful pattern of human behavior seems to
honestly parallel these times of greater solar intensity. Just going
back a few, we get 9-11, the death of Sarah J. Karge at the age of 94
years, the rise of the great disco queen Donna Summer into her most
glorious year, the final year that my mom and I vacationed together
at the Atlantic City TRINIDAD HOTEL on TENNESSEE AVENUE, and the
first televised black and white old SUPERMAN show from the writers
and owners “Action Comics”, as in comic stores, the Callio's, and
Karge's hotel original owner's adopted 'son', Chester Perkowski. Many
would laugh who reside in Missouri, and say that anyone can do stuff
like this with cycles and words and patterns and rhythms, etcetera,
and my answer to them is I know that they can, they just are too
stupid to go and do it. I pushed a button quickly by pure accident,
folks, and look what magically appeared on the blog, from my last
blog, if this is not beyond awesome, my
question
is then, tell me what is, YO?
Have
you ever ever wondered where the chemtrails really go?
Do
they merely just go whizzing by and make the four winds blow?
Do
the fish out in the ocean even care that they are there?
The
way that things have all become might end up in a glare.
We
think we know, we feel we know, we stop and go so fast and slow, but
out at sea or here with me, one thing I know, it isn't
nineteen-eighty-three.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
Yes
the good old tell you anything song, sure rubbed a lot of fucking
feathers and gills, the wrong way, huh my fellow citizens of this
wonderful ass Earth Planet? Like DUH. Oh Mrs. Marola, you are
relentless when you want your way, or really, need your way might
explain stuff a little better. Please don't make my endless hell even
worse, YO. Thank you.
W---O---W.
HOW
ABOUT MY SONG, CHEMTRAILS OF 1987, REALLY, DOES ANYONE HAVE ALL THE
DAM ANSWERS FOR ALL OF THIS, PRESIDENT
KORSOKOLF MCCOY?
Let me take a breath and try and clear my throat now, Shirley and
Stephanie, and Mizz Taylor, and Mizz Howard, and even you too,
wonderful Melanie, fuck your roller skates, the other Melanie from
the office, and yes, your other left, Bobby, boy do I know about con
jobs and mother fucking rip offs, AAU, and old pal, Lightning
Prefontaine of Coos Bay, Oregon.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION FOLKS,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Well,
this is not the end of anything, but somehow this accidental click,
did all of this. Maybe the sun, or boat rider Jimmy Dean up at my
cousin's place in Babylon, New York back in 1975, is trying to send
me a powerful bizarre message here. I swear that I did not do this
folks, and I have a lit more to tell you after I eat dinner and relax
with the eleven fucking of the clock news, I like to keep current and
view the news at least three times a week, WHAAAAAA.
Nighty-night
for now, and I will tell huge shit later on, so brown eyed Cow
CAL-LIO, I bid you a fond ado and farewell for right ass now,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I'm
under a major fucking aerial death siege, dissipation chemtrail
spatter, loud planes, low flying helicopters, all over, major attack
at work, and all over in general.
Normally,
I speak to my pal named Eric, on Wednesdays, over at the HFOC.
However since tomorrow I'll do my civic duty at the court; I was able
to see him today. Many things were talked about. Life really is a
funny old dog, & I agree with my other pal from the TV, Jack
McCoy; as just as I make a little headway on one thing, other things
go awry, at least my more negative viewpoint that seems to kick in a
lot, tends to see things this way, and you out here folks, do not
need to know the details. The reason for my siege today is obvious,
and this much I can, AND WILL SAY, peeps, YO!
The
interaction was off the scale major last night, with peeps more
powerful than most of the great Astral Plane gods. I AM GONNA' TELL
IT, as THEY don't want it told, as this gives me a big-one-up on
THEM, by thus telling it, you remember me Jesse, my lovely tattle
tail ball player of the MOUNTAINPEN MORE DISTANT ARCHIVED BLOGS,
YO!!!!!!!! B4I do tell it, let me just say this first, pweeeeeeeeeze
folks, YO. Parlor tricks are the best explanation, despite Albert
Einstein and all of the other scientific hocus pocus of actual TT,
for my wild and otherwise totally unexplainable freaking hellish
nightmare life, or subvamperism if a better term may be permitted
here UNCLE SNOOTS GOTTWALD, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For the few dumber folks that make Lonnie Jackson's light appear to
shine with megawatt brilliance in comparison, on the greatest law
show in our world's history, IMHO, “Law & Order”; who did not
realize that all I did a few days ago was a simple archive cut and
paste to my word program, and then re-cut and re-paste, back onto my
blogging sites of www.blogger.com/
and www.wordpress.com/, this
is all that happened. For whatever reason, I yelled out in a
questionable way, nearly 25 years ago to the day now, the word “MY”
or “MI” was not one bit different. All illusionists like Pat Jane
and myself, can use many tricks, however, I am not doing the main
trick, and this is what I CANNOT MAKE MOST PEEPS AROUND ME AND THINK
THEY KNOW ME SO DAMN WELL, HONESTLY BELIEVE, AS THEY TOTALLY THINK I
AM EITHER DELUSIONAL, OR PULLING A SUPER ASS FAST ONE; and these two
things are simply not the case here. My motives have been guessed
wrong by peeps since I was a very small child, and completed an
entire years worth of math homework in one night, at the Quakertown,
Pennsylvania Richland Avenue Grammar School, back in '61, or '62, or
whenever. I have no need to feel important. I all ready know that I
am just a pile of worthless mucous and dogshit all mixed together. I
have no desire to be or do anything, other than to leave this
physical life and nightmare dream; and never ever again be forced to
return back into it, but unfortunately folks, this is not a small
order, it is a very tall one. I am no different than all of you, we
all simply exist, and right now, I am aware and conscious to one
particular set or sequence of dreaming interactions in one particular
and exact reality in the 5th
dimensional hyperspace of waves and particles; that are receiving not
only the entire interaction, but other things not yet mentioned by
this blogger, all from a 'locale' known by me as the 6th
dimension. I want to escape my nightmare, and this is not a possible
reality. I am glad that I have a limited contact point now with my
wonderful and very special daughter, but this changes nothing about
wanting to get out of here forever, and stay out. Now that this is
all out of the way, and you all know I'm suffering a wicked demonic
death siege from WOMO today; let's freaking move on with the powerful
“dreaming of last night”.
If
nightmares in reverse dreams, could be individually 'tagged' and
named, no pun Michelle and 'kin'; this could be filed and categorized
quite well, under the heading of “LOOP-TRUTHS”. Why, why, why, do
I say this, Jimmy Copyrights, from the wonderful marvelous astounding
'84 year, we all may presume, or all those named
Stanley??????????????? Well, it was a dreaming where ultimate loops
and full-circles presented themselves, and cleared up some super
mysteries for me about my rotten diseased pathetic twisted screwed up
life, that's why, DJ-DS and other robbers, burglars, and stories for
me to tell the prosecutors when asked about tomorrow at the Vuodier.
It is misspelled, and spell checker is naturally its usual no-help
self; but you know what I'm saying folks. I cannot wait to tell just
how much crime I have been a victim of tomorrow, and all under oath
YO!!!!!!!!!! So eat some Friendly Ice Cream, and enjoy it
Donna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes this was a powerful
DREAM. I have never ever had this powerful a dream about GAWKY
GAUKAUK before, not ever. Not even at Selena's Rooming House on
Stenton Avenue, in Rip Off Town East, Copyright Examiners. So you
would never hurt me as the bird, ha, most cats love to hurt birds.
Well, there was a more powerful Esolph's Fairy-fable situation, going
on here; than the mere Caterpillars, Butterflies, and Kitty-Cats. I
hated the living guts out of the bastards who locked me out of the
large van vehicle and made me face Gawky all by myself, that is until
the lesson was learned, and I jumped up and flew all over, and when I
landed, there was Gawky, telling me in a non-cat form of course, that
he would never hurt anything that could fly, as he is fascinated by
me. People and their brains out their ass, it flabbergasts me to no
end, all their computer skills, their electronic wisdom, and
scientific knowledge; and still they are as dumb as a smelly old
freaking ox. They buy their blue-ray machines, and their DVD-CD
systems, or whatever other devices, and it brings back in a few
dimensions; the reality of sounds and sights of life, and living
things; and do not put together that in less than three centuries, it
will be able to bring back all of the dimensions, and be a lot more
than movies and music; and can be placed in a field that simulates
distance, so as to scan for whatever is being sought to recreate, and
alagazam Houdini and Reel-Good-Tapes, I AM THE BLUE RAY, gimme' a
break Christianity, will ya'?
Why
are you so fascinated with me {Tony}? Well, the old antimatter
argument presents itself to any open minded individual.
{Y-NOT}!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Doowonddah others”, as Gawky did so to
me; huh Uncle Jesus???????????? Gimme' a break, you're family's
driving me fucking nuts, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tell
me how deluded and full of antimatter containment fields I really am,
old pal Mister Hawking?
Stop
worrying about why I can do certain things, and focus on why you are
so hellbent on ruining my entire life, PAULA BELINDA KING, my
beautiful endless love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HELP
ME RHONDA-ANN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This
is a little addition, made by me up in the future. Mark, go back in
time in your mind, and tell Jessica Grant that as Jesus knew the
rooster would sound before Peter Denied knowing him and turned on him
as so many turn on me, I already know that that will be my last week
in early middle March of next year, or 2012. She will hear me say
this to some one as she walks by, and then she will terminate my
employment, just to fulfill the prophecy, made by the PROPHET OF
NOTHING FROM 1988. Still, this is not what happened four years ago
for me up here, as far as the great Philadelphia Phillies winning
the World Series Championship Game on Halloween Day in 2008. This
was not done like these tricks are done. This was done by the great
travelers of the cosmos, my wonderful daughter and her wonderful
husband, hay, maybe they are very wonderful people indeed, then
again, who knows? Wo, I just report the news folks, I never try and
make any of it, folks.
My
point is that when the United States Copyright Office, listens back
to what was sent to their office by me, mailed from the Cherry Hill,
New Jersey area, on the 15th of August in 1986, titled,
“Real Good Girl”, I have no idea why the word of “MY” is
heard at the beginning, before the song begins. What I do know is
that I did what Lieutenant Van Buren told Detective Fontanna to do on
the great “L&O” television show, I “followed the facts”.
I did what ADA Jack McCoy told the Police Commissioner that he was
going to do, in that same show, “I let my investigation take me
where it took me”, and so here I now am, up here on this 29th
day of September of 2012, at twenty minutes shy of eleven Post
Meridian on a late Saturday not so all right night, Sir Elton.
Well
folks, I got through the day, and that is the goal of every single
one of them, just to make it through. Every son of a bitch alcoholic
who joined AA, knows precisely what I am talking about here, and do
not think that drug or alcohol or even sex or gambling or whatever
the normal vice might be, is all there is here, Miss Peggy Lee. There
are a few other scattered folks, with other woes, such as all of the
'homeless', and the 'crazies', and all of those 'legitimately
persecuted', by invisible cosmic life
forces, that no one can ever see, or hear, or touch,
or smell, or taste; but the gods know that they are both there, and
that this is totally real.
Let
me tell you DEAR SELF, back there
a ways in time, another thing that you most likely already have
figured out. Eric is not your
friend, nobody is, even Ann is a
no good rotten whore who, as she said she does to any and all of her
'enemies', killed you with kindness. WEEEEEEE, this must be death, oh
great Ann King. Enjoy my $5000.00 Mitsubishi American
Appliance forty inch television set, sweetie. Your daughter Dawny was
so right about you honey-cakes, “You were not my buddy”. Thanx
Dawn-Marie, and may your whole dam family rot in the fires of hell,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
BYE-BYE,
EARTHQUAKE RUMBLING SOUNDS OF 1983!!!!!!!!!!
Now
we will just try something that may or may not work, good folks. Let
me see if I can CAP the report I talked about on SAFE JOURNAL # 0577,
about the quake in KALI.
Magnitude 6.2 - GULF OF CALIFORNIA
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2012 September 25 23:45:26 UTC
Earthquake Details
- This event has been reviewed by a seismologist.
Magnitude |
6.2 |
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Date-Time |
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Location |
24.835°N, 110.152°W |
Depth |
10.1 km (6.3 miles) |
Region |
GULF OF CALIFORNIA |
Distances |
76 km (47 miles) NNE of La Paz, Mexico 153 km (95 miles) SW of Ahome, Mexico 154 km (95 miles) E of Ciudad Constitucion, Mexico 157 km (97 miles) SW of Los Mochis, Mexico |
Location
Uncertainty |
horizontal +/- 13.7 km (8.5 miles); depth +/- 1.9 km (1.2
miles) |
Parameters |
NST=441, Nph=441, Dmin=470.9 km, Rmss=1.12 sec, Gp=
68°, M-type=regional moment magnitude (Mw), Version=A |
Source |
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Event
ID |
usc000cw0l |
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I
AM LOVING IT, MCDONALD'S. WATCH OUT FOR BOBBY VANDEGRIFT HOWEVER, HE
CAN GET ROUGH.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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