SAFE
JOURNAL, SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
KING
NEBNOOSHOO THE OLD SNEAK
CHAPTER
DCLXV ------- (0665)
STARTING
BLOG:
The
weekend was filled with CHEMTRAILS, I managed to suffer through it.
Sunday I remained inside and Saturday I was out on H. Island visiting
Mikey and had to endure them.
Many
many many things are happening. I won't begin to bore anyone, this
will be a real super tweet blog, for me.
I
WANT TO THANK MY LIGHTNING for coming around to see me just a while
ago, thank you so much, and I love you more than any words can ever
explain to you, my baby-blond. If you ever need anything, I am here
for you.
I
have tried and tried to make my CD's rip into the system, and then
according to the drop down screen, in the ripping explanation area of
the computer ICON system; it is then on a permanent hard drive file,
only something has been off the scale hacked and broken, as the
minute I take out the CD's, even though the words, “ripped to
library” show up, it all vanishes away, and I have no files, and I
cannot make the YOUTUBE upload from play-list files or direct from
playing the CD, so I cannot get the music track up on the song,
“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”. It is beyond supernatural and
something or someone, just as CAPTAIN KIRK used to say on the
original STAR TREK television show back in the late 60's and early
70's, wo wonderfully, so marvelously, and so dam perfectly; and this
is a true fact. While I was in my windows media player, TIME TRAVELER
HUBCAPBANGER himself, got into the machine and made the mouse go all
over the place and would not stop. Watch behind you, friend, always
a good idea to take Magnesonic seriously, old throat grabber pal. You
think because you are powerful that I am scared of you, you turd
chewer, no way in hell. This is my song, I wrote it when you were
only 3 and your wife was only 13, and it is my legally owned
copyrighted property. I have every right to tell my story to anyone
out there wanting to read it, or hear it. Up yours,
Donald-Nearmiss-89.
Moving
on, I have not given up yet, so don't think I have for one lousy
minute, folks. This is my very eternal hell we are talking about
here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will not waste a lot of anybody's time, mine included, because a lot
of folks know that shit is going on and they know that odds are too
great to ignore a lot of it, or any of it if you have half a dam
brain inside your empty skulls. I did the stupidest thing in the
universe about 13 thousand years ago in a very lovely place, well,
two stupid things if you can believe that. One was to beg to keep
this little dream with my family continuing as opposed to one silly
little ass dream, and on it's gone since, with me in the hottest
fucking water imaginable, making liquid sunshine pale in temperature
comparison. The jealousy thing was bad enough, and got me sent to
Dogtown for a very long and horrendous 'interaction'. But this other
item makes Vonage Tunes look Einsteinian. Let me shut the fuck up and
now peeps, and end this blog. Below is a cut and paste for the little
interesting YOUTUBE tune, CHEMTRAILS of
1987, when the hell else folks, give me a break will you?
If you want to spend your lifetime in the state of Missouri like
Pedersen and the gang and many many other butt wipes, hay fine,
thatsawn all of you, dudes and duddesses, YO!!!!!!!
CHEMTRAILS
OF 1987
Never get lost
I WAS BORN FUCKING LOST.
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YES,
BUT WHAT?
THE
ENEMY GAVE ME A CRASH AND A FREEZE UP, & THEY ARE ALL
BEING REPORTED TO
THE AUTHORITIES AUTOMATICALLY, AS PROGRAM OWNERS
WANT TO KNOW WHY THEIR SYSTEMS ARE CRASHING, WHEN THEY INSTITUTE A
RECOVERY SYSTEM. SOONER OR LATER, ALL OF MY ENEMIES WILL BE TOTALLY
WIPED AND AND OBLITERATED FOREVER, JUST WATCH AND FUCKING SEE, LIKE
FUCKING CUNT LAPPING DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE
LIVING HOT SHIT WILL BE KICKED OUT OF THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE, JUST GIVE
IT SOME TIME, FOLKS, WHAAAA.
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.
AND
NOW FOLKS, END OF THIS BLOG ON A SUPER BOTBAR DAY:
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