SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXVI (SATAN CHAPTER)
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT-DATFILE:
121112.100
TEOHIV/TMCEAM/MORPRO
BSNF:
“2012 & 1986, & SAME PCN SAME SATANIC HELL”
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
There
is no place for me to begin, this is not a blog like other blogs,
every day ties into thousands of other ones before it, every minute
is part of it all as well, and unlike any of you, this indeed really
is my nightmare mother fucking reality, and it is not any of yours,
no matter how much hell or shit you are suffering through, and that
is all for one very explainable reason that you will all doubt of
course, that being, the HUNTINGTON CURSE. It is so amazing how
nothing can escape the biosphere of the control over me that this
cunt lapping Huntington Curse has. One out of a million case and
point examples would be as follows. My mother asked me why Jehovah
would come to me as SHE has, all my life, in so many forms and ways,
and insist that all three of Her unknown by mortal world people names
are spelled absolutely one way, and not in any other possible way
that they could in fact be spelled. Not many variations exist in Her
CITY NAME, JEHOVAH, but all the other three do indeed have alternate
spellings, here on this Earth Planet. Sarah does not have to be
spelled with an “H”. Stacey does not have to be with an “E”
and can be spelled in several other ways. Krassle is a name that
exists on the Earth Planet, it is rare, but nowhere have I ever found
one spelled with two “S” letters and then followed by the
consonant and then the ending vowel. Spelling this fantastic four
name set in any other way other than SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRAQSSLE,
is not spelling the ASTRAL-PLANE name of the ALL MIGHTY GODDESS OF
THIS MULTIVERSE, AND ABSOLUTE RULER AND OWNER OF EVERYTHING. I feel
more sorry for the Christians than for any other group on this Earth
Planet. They want to see miracles, they want to believe certain
things, and I absolutely know stuff, and am totally ignored and hated
for being so forceful and stubborn about that. I would love to have
the talent to be able to put all the things in my life in some James
Patterson/Jesus Christ kind of mix of a story form and make it appear
fictional as well, as then, if I had blogged a fake so-called story
of ME from the beginning, I can only wonder how many people just
might have paid a lot more attention. Now I am not going to fucking
lie about one god dam thing folks. Yes, I want to tell powerful
things that I know to all of you as this is my cosmic job and my
stellar duty no less, to do this, but at the very same time, I feel
compelled to also scream out the injustices done to me and that will
go on until the end of time because of this mother fucking awful and
terrible HUNTINGTON CURSE. I will not pretend for a second that I
have not wished and hoped from the very start of my blogs, that some
group might form and band together and see what really is behind my
incredible plight, and either in secret, or out in the open, try and
assist me in getting it world recognized, and even possibly have this
fucking curse broken once and for all. The absolute total ways that I
have always been, and will always seemingly be, sanctioned and
stopped, from this ever taking place, by whatever covert means is
necessary by the WOMO-MILITUFORCE,
is my GREATEST PROOF TO MY STORY, OF ALL OTHER POSSIBLE THINGS THAT I
COULD EVER POST, PRODUCE, OR DARE TO WALK INTO A COURT OF LAW WITH,
ALL ALONE WITH NO ONE TO ASSIST ME. Even dummy me knows what a
disaster that one would be, I saw all the L&O television
episodes, or certainly, most of them. I did not even know that show
existed until a few years into this century and it began in 1990
right after my visit to the CAMDEN COUNTY
PROSECUTOR, where I met Ron Wirtz, Sr. I do so truly cry
at night, oh great Karen Hurl, for that large bunch, who call
themselves 'Born Again' Christians.
These are the most hateful, judgmental, and down right nasty of the
bunch, may Goddess rest their existences. Any mother fucking person
who ever tried to prove my shit to be fake or wrong, goes totally
berserk. They cannot, and I speak of Clarence Harris, Joseph Paget,
and Kieth Forgotisname. WELL, SINCE THIS IS INDEED, SAFE JOURNAL,
CHAPTER #666, or the sum
of 36 first whole numbers, you know, 1+2+3+4...+36, it is time to do
just a little bit of additional talking and elaborating, nothing will
be new; just continuations of all ready numerous brought up subjects
and topics, by me; the Motor-Mouth
MOUNTAINPEN, just not
on that day, huh Ing?
First
off, I am dealing with an adolescent
who is always exactly age sixteen years,
and on top of that, this creator, as all creators must be, just ask
any nurse or doctor in any frikkin hospital anywhere on the dam
planet, FEMALE.
Secondly, any psychiatrist with a degree who is familiar with the
world recognized DSM MIND BIBLES, who dares to read the Old
Testament Bible about three times straight, knows this GODDESS
is totally psychotic, more dangerous than a thousand thermonuclear
wars, more powerful than that as well, by a factor of a hundred
vigintillion +; and is loaded with many bi-polar, and numerous other
psychotic features, that would take all night long to even try and
make a list of them. This is truth, and many will say, you cannot
take the All Mighty and some man made book about mental illness, and
reverse engineer 'GOD' or try and diagnose this all encompassing all
mighty ruler. Many, many, or really, I bet just about anyone alive
would say this, or just begin to tremble with fear and walk away from
this entire conversion real dam quickly, you know, Warper Gramps
style, with or without little television sets going off inside of
their brains and other millions of Lambrigg Cult ripoffs. Third and
finally friends and foes, The Hollywood Movie in 2007 right after my
short time BLOGGING, called “MY SUPER EX
GIRLFRIEND” really needs to be rented by anyone
following the words that I blog, as if you don't, you are missing one
hell of a show, one hell of a ride, and one hell of some wild ass dot
frikkin connections, good folks, and THAT'S A PROMISE. There really
is a fourth thing that I was just hoping to sort of squeeze in as a
compiled other three with a wrap up, but have now changed my mind.
That is, that the one religion on this Earth Planet that totally
knows that I am for real, and has even helped me to learn some of the
powerful shit that I learned and without learning it, I would be dead
dogshit twelve times over, and that would be the great and wonderful
MORMON CHURCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, if
you think they will tell you about this, you believe that you will
win the Powerball Lottery. Hay, nothing is wrong with a dollar and a
dream folks, but don't go planning after you buy the dam ticket, to
be a trillionaire, and go punching your boss out that day. That would
be just plain ass stupid, and would make the Vonage tune on TV all
these years, sound just great and talented, in comparison. THAT 2, IS
ANOTHER PROMISE, from me to any and all of you! All the things I
print, you can, and really should, check out, at your own good time.
I have no right to expect anyone to take my word for truth, when I
print a wild bunch of shit, but much of it is indeed verifiable, yet
you would rather scoff, and call me a fucking space cadet, and THAT,
sir ROCKDROID Roddenberry, is just plain ignorant and
lazy behavior, but hay; who the fuck am I to judge anyone? Jerk offs
like PP, and so many others; are never going to change, or even
bother to fact check much of my tales, but you know what; ladies and
gentlemen, I have no plans to change either, as I know that I am
right, they are wrong; and lotteries exist to give me the ultimate
check mate on my time traveling teacher from long ago, so
hello to you too, and IWALU, but you are on my last nerve right about
now, and you do need to know that, sweetness. I was not lying
about switching to Apple Computers, or Mikey's friend who we will in
this case change a name and call him Larry. Both Larry, and the
brother of Mikey took a 'Mike Gutherman
attack' right after this was supposed to happen, and
naturally, with an all powerful empire ruler Goddess behind wiping me
out since I've been knee high to a tiny puppy, and yes, time is not
what you all think, and so don't comment here and remind me of the
decade and a half age difference, that is as meaningless as whether
or not Sarah Jacobson spells HER name with an “H” as well. One of
the secrets of cosmos is the two letters of the necessary “H” and
the necessary “E” in the spelling of the names of Sara-h, and
Stac-ey, as it spells HE, and the best kept secret in cosmos is to
reverse all things, you know, the world is flat, the sun comes up and
goes around and sets, I could go on, AND ON, so know THAT
please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TANKS.
Now
folks, only smart people are going to GET a lot of this, and I really
cannot worry about it. Those who do are meant to, that too is COSMIC
LAW, known in many alternate futures, and possibly
ours as well, as LAWTRONICS.
Anyone can go to my YOUTUBE CHANNEL, and see that I tried very hard,
extra hard, to post that shit from 1984 today, and right after I got
close, DIANA came over and made lovely beautiful awesome lightning
all around me, I love HER SO MUCH, and yes, I know who SHE really is,
and a very thin line between hate and love exists, ask any mother
fucking psychiatrist, YO. ANY,
YO!!!!!!!!!
If
print all seems to fuck up and slam into each other on a blogging
site where you are reading this, you need to switch and read this
where I can change the type to monster size and it still will not
block the message, so go to this URL:
W----O----W
if
this is not the age of non Aquarian technology, YO FOLKS,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
But
then there is always the mother fucking TIN
FOIL HAT SYNDROME,
that we just began surface scratching back a few months ago, folks.
You know, I ran into that dude about three or four times total in ten
days or less time, and then ever since then, he totally dropped off
the radar, so is there really a magic vanish button inside of those
hats, makes us wonder peeps, don't lie to your fucking selves! The PC
or Personal Computer, has powerful; initials that match powerful
shit, such as right off the top of me' ol' non Australian head,
maitees, I can think of some stuff such as Political Correctness,
Professional Careers Institute where I met the illustrious James T.
Burr in 1973 while graduating from a Computer Programming Class, held
at the One Cherry Hill building in the Cherry Hill Mall, of Cherry
Hill, New Jersey, where I came to live 13 years in the future when a
hell of a lot of wild things happened, such as writing the song
called, “REAL
GOOD GIRL”
and sending it for Copyright Registration, down to Washington-13-600.
Pretty Cool, huh Mike PYT Jackson? So just what does this old
Ellisberg Circle of Cherry Hill, New Jersey, mirror reflector,
really know, some are wondering, just maybe? Well, lettem' wonder,
old pal Ziggy Malyeska. DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEIT. Only the lovely
KRASSLE could know about what I did at that shopping circle, in “REAL
TIME”,
huh Tatatatatom? What gets me is how the EW-BRG-CULT had the brazen
balls to not even make me wonder or scratch one hair out of my poor
old head, when they removed STAR TREK-TNG a while back and replaced
it with that garbage shit, “SMART GUY” animation, right after I
told the story of Lieutenant Commander Riker and his fictional
experience with a not yet totally
evolved SARAH KRASSLE Q-GIRL,
and drew some Powerfully Cool distinctions. Folks, my shit has proved
itself true and out in the open for anyone to GET IT, long long long
long fucking ago, and it is not my problem if you all just wanna'
remain an eternal Missourian. Well, as Christopher Bennett knows,
from Cifaloglio, I won't lie to MYSELF either, it
is MY DAM PROBLEM,
as I had some little ray of hope that the fairytale might work
despite my gender. Reverse things for getting at the truth folks, yes
indeed; but I never said that anything works 100% of the time, and
anyone who does ever tell any of you that, is wasting your time, and
is lying to you with a ferocious passion, and must have agendas and
secrets somewhere, so here is a nice whittle warning from the
Mountainpen, should that little bullshit item ever take place. Now
folks, I will prove to you that I don't fucking lie, and just watch
that cock licking DOW JONES STOCK MARKET shoot up into the fucking
starry ass heavens for the rest of the week, up up up up up and away,
with Wendy's windy beautiful sixties balloon hoaxes, after spilling
the negative fucking cunt beans now. I GOT CUNT LAPPING CREMATED ON
MY NON-QUANTUM ROULETTE SYSTEM BACK ON FUCKING ASS SUNDAY AFTERNOON.
A weekend of sky-filled mother fucking CHEMTRAILS wiped out my
fucking great system. If you are not being persecuted personally, by
the fucking WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
you can use it to make a hell of a nice bunch of mother fucking money
in your spare time in a fucking casino. I doubt that I'll make a
comeback from this crash, as I lost forty-three units and quit. That
was a serious mother fucking wipe out folks, so go screw the fucking
drum set, YO. Any day where close to half of your last month total
unit profit is eaten away, that by my cunt eating standards, is a
total system collapse. This makes the mother fucking DOW JONES FLY,
and thank the GODDESS that that is not all that is flying and
winning, this is probably saving me from absolute fucking demolition,
and total annihilation, at light fucking speed squared. Oh how I
remember that wonderful program that did in my other computer, lovely
Goddess Scylla. Remember my peeps, cosmos has secrets, and I am privy
to them. 3 and 4 are the most powerful numbers to this empire ruler,
out of any others in the sixth dimension downward. But YYYYYY, oh
great toy stores of bikes and trains and video games of 1981,
YYYYYYYYYYYYYY???????????????????????? Well folks, the trick is
really quite simple yet totally awesome and powerful, and you need
not yet be given the details of why adding and multiplying the way
that I do in these examples is of such utter importance, but believe
on face value that it is for now, and do both of us a dam favor, YO.
3+4=7------------------------------(7)
3X4=12
---------------------------(12)
7+12=19
-----------------------------(19)
7X12=84
-----------------------------(84)
DID
SOMEBODY SAY 1984 very recently, oh yes, that was fucking me folks,
or was it Sidney Crown and some rectangular object?
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
There
are a ton of other
things to tell
you all, good
people, but I am tired, and I need to fall into sleep for a while. I
am still scratching peach fuzz off of the iceberg that sank the
fucking Titanic, a hundred years ago, WOW.
We will get into powerful shit later on, proof that this world is in
very very deep fucking dog shit, BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION, PEEPS, WHAAAAAA!
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