Saturday, July 25, 2020

Movies exciting mental masturbation predators--or is this just a "her" moment of cute, charming H-wood fantasy indepth analysis of the human condition of the fallacy of human love interaction as oposed to touchless love that is more real than blood and tissue interaction of homosapians FAIL.

I am in the late-middle stage of watching the film, Her, starring Joaquin Phoenix. I had originally watched this movie in 2014 or so on a huge, blasting tv set where the sound and volume was at the back of the tv, which was against the wall in this resort room I was drugged and tortured in. I wrote a few day/daze ago that I had watched this movie and didn't like it, nor the acting on part of the lead "protagonist". I reverse this, as at the time the subject matter disturbed me and still does, concerning online mating concerns--as I am the target of unbelievable predatory internet and electronoic surveillance. the subject immediately brought me into a warning zone of abrupt disengagement with the film.
The acting is very excellent, I also reverse this. What I feel now is that my senses are being reawakened, similar to what the computer Samantha character experiences. That is because Mr. Phoenix emotes so many sensitive emotions which I have suppressed due to the technological tirades I experience daily, which in the first place stopped my openness to this film (also I was drugged into a stupor most of the time and subliminally programmed, which I still am but years later and much poison removed I am more conscious of my decisions although I remain a subject of mind control penetration into my psyche--as many people are).
I wanted to correct this as my mentality has altered and my situation has unraveled previous assumptions, and I wanted to correct my last statement, which had stuck into my mind/memory as a red warning about internet dating and the consequences of predator sociopaths prowling the internet searching for "love" or really for victims.
I thought maybe the film was endorsing internet dating and encouraging innocents to be lured into schemes of predators. That may very well be the case, yet the acting is very excellent and the postulates about mental and emotional growth, the invisible yet more poignant tangible quality of intimacy due to this flimsy yet more durable non-human interaction (that all sounds like sophmoric writing but I do enjoy playing in these ways with words and structures so don't criticize me internally in your predatory internet hacking mental masturbation exercise of hackking into my post, dear f-ers who are hacking in only to predatory prowl on me and cause grievous technological terror, you terrorist expletives hacking in and reading this post. For the others, if you see this injustice aimed at me and do nothing you are not much better than the predators.
However, back to the movie which seems at half-point of the film to endorse technological interaction as a positive opposed to traumatizing interpersonal relationships with other real human beings.
I will wait to the end to see if the entire movie has some real exciting twist, or turns into a Disney fantasy H-wood mental masturabtion movie ending!!!


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Mutilation: 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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