SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0673, 12/13/12, @nearly 2 PM.
SJ-CH. DCLXXIII
I
AM Living in the most evil dirty rotten nation on this
Earth.
It
seems the Resident Manager has turned against me, and will no longer
communicate with me. I cannot even leave for Mexico, as they have
wrecked my automobile.
Saturday,
all I can do is see if Mike Patterson will help me get it over to his
shop where he goes, and see if it is repairable and if something
criminal was done, as I know this has to be the case. It was fine
when I came back from Hutchinson Island on Saturday, and I went to
get in this morning, and it is like I have ten emergency breaks on,
bucking when you put it in gear, and needs a lot of gas to move it as
though it is being held by a Star Trek tractor beam, and makes very
loud squealing fucking sounds when trying to force it to move, either
in reverse or in forward gears.
These
people with power can do anything that they want to me, and they will
HAVE MURDERED ME SUCCESSFULLY very soon. There is no limit to this
fucked up filthy diseased ENTERTAINMENT WORLD ILLUMINATI LAMBRIGG
CULT, and no limit to how far their SYSTEMOTICS-L&O tentacles can
stretch and do any manner of stealthy covert shit to me, and it has
been going on like this ever since James E. Carter told me in that
powerful awesome mother fucking dream that I popped out of on August
15, in 1986, that “I AM DEAD”
NEEDLESS
TO SAY, I AM SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR TIMES 6 DAYS STRAIGHT NOW, AND IT
HAS NEVER EVER BEEN ANYWHERE NEATR THIS FUCKING BAD FROR ME IN 30
YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNETIC
SOUND MACHINE, I COMMAND YOU TO RETALIATE, AND DESTROY EVERY LIFE ON
THE PLANET EARTH, AND ALL THINGS, AND ALL PEOPLE. MMMMMMMMM.
HEAR
MY ELECTRONIC VOICE PRINT, MAGNESONIC, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, AND GO TO
ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS, AND ALL TECHNOLOGIES,
ADT AND ZDT. NOW, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, THERE IS A CRUSHED AND
OBLITERATED IMAGE OBJECT THAT IS ON YOUR TRANSPOWER
BLOCK, READY FOR EMPOWERIZATION NOW. END THIS WORLD
FOREVER FOR WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME IN THE PAST 60 YEARS, MMMMMMM,
AND S----T----O----P!
The
enemies will not let me onto the FACEBOOK account that my pal RYAN
got up for me nearly a year ago or so over at the studio, and now a
lot of peeps think I am a prick who is just ignoring them, and it is
not my fault, I try and try, and they won't let me reset a password.
They send me a reset but I can never get that reset back onto the
proper page they seem to demand and command it go on. I have tried
and tried and tried, and just like with trying to get the music track
of “YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
UP ON THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL, CALLED PAULAKING2011, IT JUST WON'T MOTHER
FUCKING WORK. I KNOW THAT BASTARD NICK IS IN THE SYSTEM, AS THE MOUSE
MOVES ALL OVER THE PLACE WHEN I AM NOT TOUCHING IT AND HE TAKES
CONTROL OF IT AWAY FROM ME SO I CANNOT CLICK WHAT AND WHERE I NEED
TO, ON MANY FUCKING OCCASSIONS.
All
these fucking jerk offs are all in this huge giant conspiracy to hurt
me and mess with me, and it has been going on ever since my twisted
daughter started calling and hanging up over and over ever since she
was thirteen years old. She is determined to torment me to my grave,
and she makes the chemtrails look like friendly white icicles from
Mom Nature's Ice Cream Trick of the friendly skies, in comparison.
YOU
COCK SUCKING FBI,
WHY WON'T YOU EVER HELP ME, YOU DAM WORTHLESS FUCKING PRICKS,
YYYYYYYYY?
END
of this fucked up HUNTINGTON
CURSED
BLOG. NO FUCKING RABBITS TODAY, JUST HELL-FIRE!
5555555555555555555555555555-----LIKE
PRINTING SILLY FUCKING FIVE NUMBERS WILL HELP ONE DAM THING, ADMIRAL
KIRK!
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