SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXIII
KING
NEBNOOSHOO THE OLD SNEAK, HUH, ANTHONY?
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2294
SBT
DATFILE: 120812.737
TEOHIV/TMCEAM/MORPRO
BSNF:
“EVERY DAY BOTBAR, AND MANY CHEMTRAILS
ON
THIS SATURDAY, ALL OVER FORT PIERCE'D', FLA!”
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR
NON
MUSICAL URL BLOG WORK/MOUNTAINPEN URL'S
OFFICIAL
LEGAL BINDING STATEMENT OF SWORN
TRUTHS,
UNDER PENALTY OF PERJURY AND SLANDER
AND
LIBEL. SWORN THIS DAY AND TIME BY HERE,
UNDER
FLAG OF NATIONAL ORIGIN TO MY BIRTH, THE
USA,
AND SWORN BY ALL MIGHTY SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, RULER &
OWNER OF THE EMPIRE:
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
The
skies over the SAINT LUCIE COUNTY here in sunny paradise AHA AHA AHA
MCNULTY Florida, have been filled with nasty filthy CHEMTRAILS
ALL DAY TODAY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! What can you do? We all are powerless
to do anything except go ahead and pretend we are Paula Weston, on
the Law & Order television show. But hay folks, there is some
plus out of this rotten ass day, at least we don;t have to pretend we
are back in 1965 and 1966 with Salvador Ventura or Miss Fathertease
Wescott, at the now defunct and good riddance, Senator FT, NJNPI, YO,
WHAAAAAAAA! They say things alternate, be it my sicko nabes in this
wovewee PH Building, or fathers, sons, and even great daughters.
Still, Miss Wescott, crissake man, give us all a break if you're
still in the land of the 'living', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have
you ever ever wondered where the chemtrails really go?
Do
they merely just go whizzing by and make the four winds blow?
Do
the fish out in the ocean even care that they are there?
The
way that things have all become might end up in a glare.
We
think we know, we feel we know, we stop and go so fast and slow, but
out at sea or here with me, one thing I know, it isn't
nineteen-eighty-three.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
Yes
the good old tell you anything song, sure rubbed a lot of fucking
feathers and gills, the wrong way, huh my fellow citizens of this
wonderful ass Earth Planet? Like DUH. Oh Mrs. Marola, you are
relentless when you want your way, or really, need your way might
explain stuff a little better. Please don't make my endless hell even
worse, YO. Thank you.
W---O---W.
HOW
ABOUT MY SONG, CHEMTRAILS OF 1987, REALLY, DOES ANYONE HAVE ALL THE
DAM ANSWERS FOR ALL OF THIS, PRESIDENT
KORSOKOLF MCCOY?
Let me take a breath and try and clear my throat now, Shirley and
Stephanie, and Mizz Taylor, and Mizz Howard, and even you too,
wonderful Melanie, fuck your roller skates, the other Melanie from
the office, and yes, your other left, Bobby, boy do I know about con
jobs and mother fucking rip offs, AAU, and old pal, Lightning
Prefontaine of Coos Bay, Oregon.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION FOLKS,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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