Sunday, June 28, 2020

From the Kidsz of the post erz *fuck the sex pistols generation of *punks: Video of: "MODERN LIFE IS WAR --FUCK THE SEX PISTOLS"

Now that I have been, unfortunately, teleported to the rotten kingpin of deception himself, MR Rotten, aka some kind of formal name tied into his breezy, new age old age music and Los Angeles thug wealthy Beverly Hills lifestyle:

here comes some other kind of synchronicity I only by mere chance discovered. There is a synchronicity I do understand that now. I had no intention of looking up this information and within a few seconds of a bit of research on a band with an interesting title, I discovered my EXACT THOUGHTS put into messy screaching punk reality

If anyone could see what I have been experiencing in teleportation (while sleeping, under hypnosis, drugged in a way I can only describe as living in a perpetual fog but under the impression that I am aware and cognizant--an extremely successful form of stealth drugging incapacitation)

I wrote about this on Facebook, and I need people to PAY to read my posts now so I'm going to stick to this format. The hackers can shift from hacking into Facebook and into this blog (already they have blocked and altered the format).

Hypnocrisy? English bigot white male married to Nazi German fake crunchy nappy-looking post-punk hipster turned infiltrator and agent along with this fake legacy that never WAS except for those who were MURDERED (Sid Vicious, whatever he was, but really--NANCY SPUNGEN was the driving force behind the REAL PUNK SCENE and mentality).  Killed off by the now rotten Johnny who appears, poisoned and bloated (I believe) as the sausage-snorting, beer inhaling white bigot pig male who is feeding off the image that has become a Corporate GmbH million-dollar franchise.

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I include here a slightly different version of the post above. My brain is always under attack by "mind control" technology every time I attempt to type or write on any machine, and when I am handwriting. What comes out is not a sprawling and intangible ranting meandering stream-of-consciousness, but a messes-up mind control interference. I try my best to write coherently. Please note that STEALTH is the operating term for how mind control operates.

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This is what I wrote regarding the same theme just now on Facebook. I feel it worthy to be repeated as I included very pertinant information regarding my Mind Control situation and condition. I don't really "like" this band or the music so much. It's a screaming rage machine that is fun but musically a bit limited. Screaming rage with lyrics you can't understand unless you already know the lyrics is okay but the same sound the same sort of yelling becomes monotone and monotonous after a while. I like their lyrics the poetry but just the music is repetitive and the punk screaming makes the words diffused and inarticulate. It was a FLUKE DISCOVERY, with lyrics that resonate with my most recent teleportation celebrity fail experience--reality unreality teleportation media tv.

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From Facebook, dated this same day (June 28, 2020). However, I do not include my "real name" here for securiity purposes.  "This I discovered so accidentally, looking up other information and stumbling accross this in a search for information about this band, after inadvertantly clicking on a page randomly from 2009. Not just a mere coincidence but a sheer act of synchronicity to the extreme point that I feel the guiding presence of NANCY SPUNGEN screaming out from the abyss for vengeance against the perpetrator who now resides in Beverly Hills, sponging off the former glory and like all the fakes and hypocrites, claiming the mentality as his own but modified into a now calm and "politically-correct" version of media clown jokster making commentary about politics but in such a cute and charming "alternative" version of "fake news controlled opposition" of a one-sided paradigm.

To you I send this video--out of the heartland of America, a country you no doubt "hate" and are an agent provacateur infiltrator therein.

So tired of them being welcomed into my country to wreak all the bigotry craftily reconstructed as "alternative" media circus newszzz......


OOPSY DAISY! This band is from IOWA not Idaho, as I wrote above (or on my blog, VignettesofMindControl.blogspot earllier today). The other post is completely different in wording but expresses a similar theme, I should post this and add it to the blog. Every time I get on writing what comes out is far different from what I had inteneded to say/write. I believe much of that is due to brainwave interference. But back to the theme. Idaho is the place that ended the subversive subculture of DIVINE in Pink Flamingos, which I just watched last night. Iowa is a State just south of Minnesota and I do have some familiarity with Midwest mentality. Deep, penetrating and often profound in the depths of the heartland." (end of Facebook post quote)





MODERN LIFE IS WAR LYRICS

"Fuck The Sex Pistols"

The grass was never green.
There was never purity.

Some say it's all over... stupid fucking jaded burnouts.
Young ones: carry on. Destroy and annoy.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Fuck The Glory Days!

We don't care what you think.
We don't care what you say.
You don't get to decide
It's ours. Go Away. Shut up. 



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Last night in deep sleep after having (artificially induced via torture invasive microchip implant technology in combination interface with extreme drugging and various other tech and drug and in deep sleep state immobility and self-defensive capability)---stomach digestive substances literally almost spewing out of my mouth in deep sleep state (this can be done with the microchip implants along my spine, into my brain, my esophagus which renders my body susceptible to many attacks which are murderous---but dredging up digestive "juices" from my digestive tract while in deep sleep state is one of the attacks which they intended to make me spew it all over my head covering last night which would have been almost like acidic vomit spewed over the many layers of protection so they can't gouge my gum tissue out again, loosen my teeth by smashing into them ---and of course, I feel nothing and they are teleporting me in this deep sleep state to other locations where I am called "ugly" and abused by their hate minions, most of whom are probably looking for a job or a role in their "empire" they have built around this contract out on me). That was only a precursor to me having not spewed it out but the peristaltic action forced into my intestinal tract lead to detox of the poisons lodged somehow in conjunction with the elimination process so I began detoxing hard poisons and then horrific liquid poisons in the middle of the night because they had spurred this digestive system--normally this may occur in the morning upon having coffee or some other stimulant purgative drink or exercise (rare) and thus I was shitting diarrhea out while my head was covered my feet bound in many layers to stop them from nightly cutting out the cuticles around my large toes, which they have kept almost falling off by slicing the cuticles literally off from around each large toe--this has gone on more than 6 years on a nightly basis despite wearing similar layers of protection to try to stop this and never succeeding because of the ability to read my thoughts, monitor literally all I think and do, with night time vision visual technology and this thought-hacking they know what I am doing to protect. They have ways of concealing their egress so I can never tell if I am healing or if they have sliced off more the injuries are so permanently scarred into my body as I fight every day to protect my body). //Gouging and slicing into my cuticles, mostly severed off on fingers and toes, continues. I put on first a pair of opera gloves which extend to my biceps. Then rubber band around the wrist because two cut off circulation (or had at the beginning of this new attempt to stop the destruction of my hands which has been ongoing since 2011 and has not stopped for a single night or day except for the few, rare occassions I try out a new protection set of gloves, socks, compression socks, rubber bands, tie-around strings, rubber gloves, etc which get pulled out of place and thin razor sharp instruments get under the long-sleeve contraption I hand-sewed to protect all these layers--they use this flexible mechanical arm to get under the opera gloves, under the next pair of work gloves with rubber coating so they can't slice through the material to slice into fingers and destroy severing out completely cutibles, leaving huge red welts around every finger and nails black, dead and I can't use my hands and fingers to do things which require minutia any longer. ) then there are wrap-around with velcro wrist bands, and I must gauge whether to painfully cut off circulation by tighetning as much as possible because as the night wears on, the pressure does cut off blood flow until I am in such pain I wake up in the drugged state (I am drugged every time they assault me so I am always in a mind control vice mentally upon waking as the teams of celebrities--now their new leader and the new empire which seems to be on teh axis

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