SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DVLXXXII (0682)
King
Nebnooshoo, the 1988 Copyrighted Prophet of Nothing
12/18/12
on an early Tuesday evening, here in wonderful
and
joyous Fort Pierce, Florida, HO HO HO SARAH CALLIO.
BLAH-BLAH-BLAH,
and my great automobile insurance company, who I really do enjoy
having as my company, as they are always there in times of trouble
and need. I really do love them, and cannot say enough wonderful
things about them. Don't worry other folks, Jimmy and his peeps never
did much to help me either. Love your ads.
BLOG
BEGINS:
Well
my friends and foes out here, this day was not totally different from
many many of the other recent days for me, but a few things in the
mix, are; and I would have to speak all night long, to tell it all;
but after nearly a year, I was able to put up a little mickey mouse
version of what was originally written in the year 1983, while I
lived in Atco, New Jersey, at 134 Norris Avenue in Gerald Pliner's
rented home; and I was able to create a lovely harmony track voice,
from early 1984 conversations, with my awesome wonderful lovely
daughter; and remember, a machine is really singing this song, but I
think it is really cool. If you don't, hay, I tried. Lots and lots of
people, as well as forces, were behind doing all that they could, to
stop me from posting up this music track, to the 2012 written tune,
copyrighted by me, MARK WAYNE MOHR; called, 'YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER'. Now, to sing along with the music track
with the 2012 rewritten song lyrics however, you need to take this
blog, where I will soon re-post the song lyrics that were written
back in February somewhere, maybe in that time range, give or take a
week here or there. You'll be able to sing along to the music, and
the harmony that the computer voice is singing, will be right there
in the mix. I will make the cut and paste now of the song lyrics, so
you can print them out and then go up on YOUTUBE and go to
paulaking2011 channel, just search that on YT, or you can wait for a
later post where I'll supply a direct click on video link, just click
and have a print out copy of the following words, and you will see
how the song originally flowed, only with the words to the original
tune written in the middle late springtime somewhere in the year of
1983, the name of the tune being, as told many times before on my
blogs, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”.
And folks, whether you be a girl or a boy, young or old, I will tell
you anything, but will you ever ever listen, or for that matter, will
you ever ever believe anything? That is the sixty-four quadrillion
dollar question, good people. As one of my tunes from this same time
era opened up with, before the music began, “Here we go”
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, 1983 REWRITE
(C)2012
NEW LYRICS, FROM OLD TUNE,
GIRL,
I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING
COPYRIGHT
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE
THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
THIS
DAM SONG HAS CAUSED THE WORST YEAR FOR ME NOW, SINCE I DIED OF AIDES
IN 1983, AS YOYU KNOW, NOTHING CAN KILL ME FOREVER AND THE GRAVE IS
UNABLE TO HOLD A CURSED AND CHOSEN HUNTINGTON.
Now
let me tell you about the rest of this lovely day straight out of the
freaking twilight zone. Huge powerful people are against me in ways
that none of you would ever believe, and it all has to do with mental
illness and the stigma attached to it, and the truth of my family and
how my part in it, has been all sanitized over, because of that
stigma. When folks are treated like pure garbage when they need help,
not hurt, please, all I ask is that folks be not so shocked when
these catastrophe's keep occurring, you know, mass shootings,
bombings, threats, anger issues, major road rage issues, the list is
endless. You cannot treat those who need help, like trash, and think
you can make us all just disappear, or be force fitted into your
rotten society, who we all know better, is a bunch of junky garbage
to begin with. When this changes, the world will change, gun control
or taking more freedoms away will never be the answer, at least not
by itself. I think life after September the eleventh in 2001, sort of
proves my argument better than any of my words and or blogs will ever
be able to do. You be the judge, Copper Kettle Fudge Shops of
Atlantic City back in the 1960's all notwithstanding.
I
will be living on bread and water for the next 7 weeks until my
February 3, 2012 disability money comes in, between the enemies
causing my personal magnetics to be so low with this worst
THANKSGIVING-SIEGE since 1989, causing all these messes that have
robbed me of my tiny fixed income monies. I'll survive Gloria
?Gainer, and know that well, you will not terminate me Mister Arnie
Muscleman, but the gods know you have3 all tried ever since I dared
to post up that dam song. Well, SARAH KRASSLE, my beautiful eternal
love, it is up there, so lump it.
My
nabes blasted their sub box again, waking me late this morning. My
manager has lied to me twice, and is no dam good whatsoever, another
rotten liar and dishonest integrity-zero human being, as are the vast
majority. But instead of hating humanity, I do know that a few, maybe
1-3 percent, MAYBE, have some hope and some potential, if
Christianity has any truth to it, this is what it refers to in the
Bible about the wide and the narrow roads that lead into hell or
heaven. Not many people are going to have a great 'after-life' as
folks insist on thinking of this experience as. Most people deserve
total hell, and they will go to total hell, without Christianity
being real or not. The explanation to this is too complicated to go
into right now, other than for a very simplified version, that we all
are what we become and become what we are, and that this is the
ultimate proof of the reality of cycles in the cosmos. If you are a
miserable uncaring stingy rotten greedy mean ugly person, and do not
care if you are ten times hotter than the number one fashion model in
Manhattan. If you were the only person alive, or if you were in a
world with ten quintillion folks, the same result is there, and
cannot be removed from the master equation. You are rotten, so
you are rotten, so you are rotten, and on this goes into an eventual
chain or loop, but it still keeps this truth going in an ever lasting
cycle. When you treat other people like garbage and think of them as
less than you are, you only think you are seeing past your mirror in
front of you. This illusion allows you to live a while on the waking
world Earth, with your sanity somewhat in tact, going hay world; I'm
hot, and I'm wonderful; so screw all of you, and get out of my way.
Fine, but that is your illusion.
You just think for a short waking while in your human life, that you
can really always see past this endless mirror that is in front of
you, and peeps like Debbie Morotto, and all of them. The day your
heart stops flopping around that mirror SHATTERS. The illusion, YOUR
ILLUSION is then over, so enjoy it while it lasts, Pharaoh, Ceaser,
Highness, King, Queen, Top business executive, Great entertainer or
athlete, or Billionaire, or 'whatever'. YOUR
MIRROR WILL SHATTER the second that you die, and if
you do not believe that one day you will die, then I do feel very
very sorry for you, with or without any dam love trains, YO.
Aniwho
folks, rather than my going on abnd on sputtering and stammering, let
me stop spinning my wheels and kicking up roots and mud, and tell
what I am able to tell about
today, and only what I am able to tell.
My
last chance, and I will only tell the things that all struck out, as
I cannot go too much into how this finally against all odds and all
of Mister Camden. New Jersey Mister Hall's boxing fans forces from
1990, this did eventually manage to get posted up there, that for now
is going to have to remain my secret, for a lot of people's good, and
mine definitely included.
Yes,
my last chance, was the PUBLIC LIBRARY, and they had long beaten me
to that punch. Anything that I ever could have done within normal
human reasoning, was all ready fixed and stacked totally against me,
translation, there is no way it could work, it had the same chance as
a small snowball, existing for a long time, in the warmest possible
regions of HELL. So I'll go through some of this wild day, notice I
did not put it in that strange and hard for even me to define to my
MORIANS, “WEIRD-DAY”, that is somehow in a whole different
category all of its own,m just don't ask, as I cannot properly tell
it well enough to any of you yet. Let us move this along. They have
some “SECURITY BLOCKING and or
FILTERING SYSTEM”, at the PUBLIC
LIBRARY, that prevents any kind of uploading to YOUTUBE,
or it is YOUTUBE'S POLICY, to
have something in place, with certain, or perhaps all, PUBLIC
COMPUTER TERMINALS, or maybe just libraries, as I told
Eddie Himacane regarding the SSA payout dates, how was I to know, how
can I know, as first off no one ever tells me frikkin squat?
After-all, all of the blogging sites that I used to post to from
there, except for that strange time when they reduced me to a real
TWEET-BLOGGER, and it is all on the record, only that followed me no
matter what computer I tried to use, even those at the Harvest where
I was working at the time, but folks, they let me blog, and blogging
is a posting or a publishing, same difference, right? Still, it is
probably the YOUTUBE that will insist that uploads must be done on
personal privately owned systems, I do know that you can post up from
a mobile device or a cellphone, and such devices as these. Someone
from a mobile system was shown on my account early in 2011 as viewing
my song on YOUTUBE from this medium, called, “MI APOLOGY SONG”,
produced by DEEZY SLIM, and was
my first post on the YOUTUBE,
published originally before I took it down for a while, on the 30th
day in December in 2010. The library was my last hope, as
I knew someone there who would help me, also a good friend of my pal,
Mike Patterson's, at the library research and reference desk. Still,
YOUTUBE had that little blockade and sanction, long all ready
covered, to prevent this from being able to get done. And the clock
kept on ticking down to JEWELLY WHITE'S SECOND CALENDAR STARTING, and
it looked hopeless. But was it hopeless despite STRIKE 1,2,3 AND 999
MORE OR SO as of this latest one? Well, it would have been, only I
totally know that not only is my daughter and her peeps all part of
the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CLUB OF THE STILL UNFOLDING TIMES TO
COME, but others are as well, or as my late and great old pal would
tell me many times in the eighties and the nineties, quite often, “I
TRULY BELIEVE THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE ON OUR SIDE OF THIS FIGHT, OR WE
WOULD NOT STILL EVEN BE HERE”. That's a quote, Sir Adam
Schiff of the greatest law show in the history of
entertainment and television, “Law &
Order”.
L
have tried and tried and tried and tried and tried and tried and
tried and tried to get that song up, and totally had given up, when
something just finally happened that maybe altered the course of
history for all I may know. All I will tell you for right now is that
you should either go right up to the YOUTUBE,
and view this for yourself, as this has been stopped from getting up
here for a long time, by powerful forces, and things of that
magnitude normally do not just happen randomly. There normally and
way more often than not, are major reasons why something is blocked
and stopped and prevented and sanctioned.
If
you like going up there directly, are are brain wired for that, then
do it, then on the search triangle box, type in this: paulaking2011.
You also can type in King Nebnooshoo on any GOOGLE page that is a
search page. But if like me, you prefer clicking onto a link, t6hen
click below, folks, thank you so much. I did the best that I could
for a very long time, and feel as if I fave fought the devil himself,
and yes, won.
VIDEO
ON YOUTUBE, NEW POST
TITLE:
“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”
I
CANNOT PUT THE LINK UP, FEDERAL BUREAU OF
INVESTIGATION. A SUPER FREEZE HACK IS HAPPENING, AND
NONE OF MY STUFF WILL PLAY. THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE JUST WON'T LEAVE ME
ALONE, AND IT JUST NEVER EVER DAM
STOPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEY
CANNOT HACK IT FOREVER, SO JUST KEEP TRYING, OR TELL THE AUTHORITIES
THAT YOU ARE TIRED OF BEING STOPPED FROM SEEING MOUNTAINPEN MATERIAL,
THIS VIOATES HIS FIRST AMMENDMENT RIGHTS TO FREE SPEECH, AND AS A
EREADER OF HIS BLOGS, YOU CAN LOG A COMPLAINT AGAINST THESE SCUM BAGS
DOING THIS, FOLKS, SO PLEASE, WON'T YOU EVER TRY AND HELP ME WHEN I
TRY SO DAM HARD TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT MY PATHETIC PICKED ON LIFE OF
ETERNAL HELL?
I
closed down and rebooted the computer, nothing works, FBI, ACLU, AL
SHARPTON, JESSE JACKSON, THIS IS ANOTHER MAJOR CIVIL RIGHTS
VIOLATIONS, BUT THEN ONLY ONE MORE OF HOW MANY BEFORE THAT, 300,
3000, 10,000, WHO IS COUNTING?
IF
THEY WILL NOT LET MY SONG BE HEARD, I AM GOING PERSONALLY TO THE
MIAMI FIELD OFFICE OF THE FBI, TOMORROW MORNING, BRIGHT AND EARLY, IT
MAY BE A LONG DRIVE, BUT IT WILL BE WORTH IT.
SOMEONE
IS SURE SCARED TO DEATH OF THIS DAM SONG.
TELL
ME I AM CRAZY AND WRONG, FOLKS, JUST GO AHEAD AND DO IT, MAKE A FOOL
OF YOURSELF.
IF
YOU CAN GET ONTO THE YOUTUBE AND HEAR THE NEW POST OF “YOU'LL BE
CROSSING OVER”, YOU ARE DOING SOMETHING A LOT BETTER THAN ME, AS I
AM JUST FOLLOWING NORMAL COMPUTER DIRECTIONS.
BOY
DOES THIS EVIL NATION FUCKING HATE MY CUNT LAPPING POOR LITTLE
PATHETIC GUTS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
W---O---W
ENDING
OF THIS BLOG, AND HEADING FOR FUCKING MEXICO, WHERE I CAN ESCAPE THIS
FUCKING EVIL EMPIRE, ONCE AND FUCKING CUNT FOR ALL, YO YO YO!
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