SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0665

is your guide------------

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: