SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0353
DATFILE WORLD LABORATORIES:
030712.621 WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“UP IN THE SKY, IT'S THE CHEMTRAILS, RIGHT 69-SARAH”
© 2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR/
MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN/
MORIANITY-FOUNDATION-2/
THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
BEGINNING 'WHATEVER' AS YOU PUT IT IN 1975, CRA:
Yes, whatever, but really folks, forget that Congressman Andrews said this in the basement of the home owned in 1975 by the parents of young Albert Pillegi, of the Albert Pillegi band; on many an occasion, right now, the Weather Bug on my computer is being a major pain in my ass, flashing on the bottom screen icon with green waves moving over and over from left to right, due to some wind and surf advisory, normally, you would click on it and view it and minus it out and it would stop flashing, not today, you might think the Atlantic Ocean had 300 foot waves or something, as in that powerful DREAM a week or so back, YO. Computers are a royal pain in my ass, to quote my treasure hunter and finder, father. The shit stopped, but I installed some weather channel APP and the system froze up and forced me to do a manual shut down and reboot. All I need is to be reminded about 1975 and getting beat up by two horrible monster lifeguards, with their dam Lifeguard new series. Life really chews when your name is fucking Mountainpen.
I want to state for the record, that the song on the YOU TUBE called “CHEMTRAILS OF 1987”, belongs totally and completely to all of the true believers and chemtrail video posters. Hopefully none will object to my slide show made up entirely of pre-existing videos, we are all in this fight together, I only claim copyright on the music and words of the video song itself, and the entire project is now officially the property of all the true believers of the YOU TUBE, and my friends. I know I tend to flip out and act totally whack at times, but you can see now that I did not make up my life, and this is nothing, I will be posting four times this much stuff, and if I had not lost all of my new Jersey stuff, I could post up hundreds of things, but why wipe out the sanity of the You-Tube? For now, Babs and D say it quite well, enough was enough, for now anyway, YO. Please don't be mad at me anybody, I am trying to save all of our freaking lives. Also, an error was made and it will be amended within a short time. The song done in early January of 2000 performed vocally by the one and only white man of soul, Mister Billy Harner of Pine Hill in New Jersey, this rendition is not owned by me, it is co-owned with my partner, Paul Evans Pedersen, of Studio Park Records. This is a terrific dude and anyone who never had the pleasure to meet and talk with this great mind and super musical talent, missed out on something really big.
Moving on now with other non-musically related things, I left my residence to go to work this morning at around a quarter shy of ten, and NASTY CHEMTRAILS were up in the sky. The entire thing is no joking matter. The song just depicts that my daughter has taught me to develop a sense of humor about things when there is really absolutely nothing that can be done about something. Hay, when she doesn't know, well folks, that is as powerful as a thermonuclear blast from the splitting of heavy hydrogen atoms. First of all, I do not know why this CHEMTRAIL thing is happening, only that I made a phone call to report it in the distance, and the very next day, this came alive and right at me, in my face, as though I had opened up, as David Roth put it so eloquently late in the nineties, a hornets nest. Still, I will go further than this, and say that I seemed to have opened up a hornets nest at the speed of freaking light squared, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then returning to the music topic again, I did post some of my music stuff up onto the You-Tube last Thursday, just as I said that I would. It was a lot of taped music that managed to make it down with me here that icy cold dark night, when I forever left good old Garden Green New Jersey, for the sunshine state of Florida. The original songs recorded, were done on an open reel and later onto cassette, and these were real terrible copies from those copies of cassettes, so not only does the quality suck, but it was not the real music done, but a silly dub over on my open reel machine, when I felt like having fun one day and decided to sing along with the two vocalists that were nice enough to lend me their great voices. I thank them for allowing the You-tube post. To see what I am talking about, go to the YOU-TUBE, and type in KING NEBNOOSHOO. I see some other cutey is out there doing the two double-oh thing, this is somebody else, and not me, JUST FOR THE RECORD. There currently should be eight video-songs up there, not all of them have a video part yet, I have little time to do all the things I want to do, we cannot all be Donald JB Trump, you know. Hay, I'm sorry my cousin denied your dad that loan, let's not be life-long enemies, YO. I had a lot of good times in your casinos in Atlantic City over the freaking years Don, and Leticia Tilley said to give you her best, she is a mother as well as a teenager, by the way. I know you saw the video of me warping down your Plaza escalator in the autumn of oh-nine. I have enough problems with Levy and the gang without taking MI's twin cousin on the beach, Jeese Louise.
Peeps, I will tell you that magic exists in the 911 telephone system, the World Trace Center Buildings, and powerful stuff that pertains to the now hung dude, HOUSE-IN, as in Sarah's shop. This 'game' is 15,000 years old, whether the great Sally Starr likes this truth or not, truth is still truth, Roseann Delaney and her blood-lusts all notwithstanding, peeps. There is no way that my rotten family is not involved totally in my demise, and my family got a little bigger in the days of Ziggy Marcucci, so what were you really trying to tell me out in the school hallway that day, Mister sex education?
I am being worked to death at my job because the mother fucking next group from the state Workforce and OJT, never seem to arrive, and thus, more is expected from the remaining peeps. It is not fair, and is why I disperse fucking capitalism so much. The rich want it all, and they want it on the backs of dead poor people. I am sick of this mother fucking ass world and everything in it, you could not pay me a trillion USD for one lousy stinking thing it has to offer. I just go through the motions and hope to die, and never do. Not when an future powerful atomic laser keeps copying me and sending it back 10 hours or so to before each time I croak.
Well Monday and Tuesday were quiet, getting two mother fucking days without major WOMO ENEMY activity is a god-sent blessing from the heavenly angels (the gods). Same shit, everything is a bunch of tricks, smoke and mirrors, just like wonderful Patty Jane keeps telling us all, maintenance men and transdimensional soup companies all notwithstanding here.
Well folks, the old black and white TWILIGHT ZONE shows were great, but the remakes in the middle eighties, wow, what are the odds the Kennedy assassination was the plot used in the 5th dimensional electron episode of trying to go back and alter the past? In any event, there is no one past, or future, only one present. Tricks, tricks, and more tricks from all MY tape recorders, mindless or not, huh Philadelphia Dis Jockey club?
Let me sign off now and enjoy a little L&O, none of which would exist if I had never gone to see the prosecutor on the 5th of December in 1989, two years after the CHEMTRAILS all began, Sabrina Collins. Oh shit, may fortune favor the foolish, doctor McCoy Hamlet. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
ENDING 'WHATEVER' AS YOU PUT IT IN 1975, CRA:
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