Friday, July 10, 2020

Preferable version is not preferable. I am waiting for the old Waits to refresh but the waiting for his rebirth has proven the once sweet but sultry soul sound irrevocably rancid.

Nora Jones's cover version of a Tom Waitts song I discovered on Y-Tube: Alongside the video, There's an interview/performance of Mr. Tom Waits on the former David Letterman Show. I went to the NYC studio back in 1984 or 1985, when I was a student at the State University of New York @ Purchase. I was informed by the boyz back at the dorm that prior to every show, the ascerbic Letterman (as I later discovered his demeanor was not a view into a panorama of positivity) would venture out into the audience, before the cameras began to roll, and would ask who was from his home State of Indiana. I made sure to wear an Illini teeshirt, almost fresh from Champaign (sent by my Step-father, the professor). A grim nasty sour frown appeared on Letter's face, as he turned away in almost hate when I raised my hand and he could see the Illinois teeshirt. As if this was a personal insult for him. The show was bland, the moments when there was a camera break Letterman's cheery glib face immediately turned into a frown of concentration, hinting at the more aspiring celebrity grimmace of concentation than the funny dude all the dorm dudes thought was so charming (the dorm guzs participating in the MK ULTRA contract out on me, by the way, meaning their funny stupid boy dorm culture also hid a hate culture of rape, violence and false impressions).

Years and years later, watching what was a seeming "real" interview with one of the first celebrities of this H-wood rat pack of celebrity "A-list" expletives--(really the very first one, back in 2013). Interview with letter-woman-hater-bigot out of Indiana cock rock dude, abhorrent to me: the seemingly charming womanizing rapist beater hater racist interviewed by Letter-not-man but boy cock rock idol interviewer---turned me off so completely to this man I was almost elated when he retired from the everyday onslaught of rape boy culture insult hate "funny" late night tv crap

Looking up music I want to download on YouTube (avoiding closelly looking at who or what has been hacked onto the front page) as I have to refresh what hackers deleted from all my old files (glad, because much was hacked music mind programming musick stuff).

Saw this interview of Waits in his latter years (a few years ago) croaking and cranking out singing like a delapidated run-down old Chevy, rusted and exorbitant celebrity support from the likes of Letter-not-man boy rapist icon---

***hackers have already begun to rewrite words and alter. I had to retype again and I am so loathe to continuously have to reedit and rewrite and publish and then open up the page and rewrite, as happens every time. The sick creeps hackin in are so filthy and foul, I can't describe the insidious character of these dirty foul f-ers and their celebrity icons who order these attacks for their continuiing theft of ideas because they truly are blank, hateful empty moronic idiots promoted for their racist conformity into these Nazi power structures.****

And to put this at an end, I discovered Nora Jones. This is a bit boring for my taste, but then again, it's not Tom Waits. I am not sure i want to do a more thorough search to see how much of a sell-out this woman had to be in order to gain this position of prominance. This is the kind of music you might hear at a Starbucks, the music I have heard and turnedoff or got turned off immediately by

however, I think I'm not ginog to put her music on this entry because as I keep listening I am itching to stop typing and change the channel.

Tom Waits in his early years, before the likes of Letterman influenced  his approval for celebrity good old boy hypocritical posturing grungy Whisky bar rape culture white boy crooning with prostituted females sauntering down the aisle waiting for the inevitable divorce procedings.

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THIS ALBUM IS MORE LIKE IT--the it I was itching for, an album I have heard and forgotten about for years. This is Waits, born in Cali, assimilating with the cocaine cowboy Whiskey Bar boy-rape drunken culture singing about womanizing, whoring, taking lines in Los Angeles. What a good old boy, but what great singing and muse-ick. Hiis voice is still within the range of artistic temperment and not retired to absolutely rusted out and corrupted. 

Hollywhorewood and Vine, the crossing roads where whores meet celebrities. 


Trending towards a more down, down low and lowdown sound. Into his more mature forays into mainstream Hollywhorewood culture and celebrity status. More interviews throughout the years on Letter-not-man boy rape late night drunken dude tv show years of interviews with that hate personality out of Indiana. I can't express the ugly look on his face simply because I raised my hand and laughed as he looked at my Illinois t-shirt. A joke, creep, it was a joke. This is the attitude the celebrities have of me. I have an attitude that they should be ousted froom their clay pedestals and thrown asunder and replaced by real artists who are not rusted personalities looking for the next whore deal Uptown but pretending they are real down low Downtown advocates for every "real" fight against Big Daddy Brother who turns them into rusted craggy whores on the Vine of Hollywood obscene intoxication.



**Now I do feel the effect of technology smothering my brain and turning it into a compressed dizzy roller coaster ride of incapability to write or type.

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I would go into more detail about the sickening disgusting attacks I have had to fight against this morning, which in a sense has been the impetus of such a bitter attack upon the probably very innocent Mr. Tom Waits (innocent of participating in the stalking. Wait until I open my YouTube channel and he appears in video after video, then teleports me with his good buddies and their Saturday Night dyed blonde dates their granddaughters' ages). Could be,might not be.

This group, and I have read this on stalking blogs years ago, want the targets completely obsessed with the staslking and endlessly fighting in vain to get any help from outside sources. Every single stalking goroup is co-opted, like all I do that these posturing p-a'sall steal from my writing and then block my ability to type and think and get any creative concepts out for  my own profit

the mechanical arms got through some other sourcedof paneling in my tiny studio (now it's years of fighting agaist this in this one tiny studio, harming my body so badly by pounding screws and hooks  into plastic cabinets interior, on all sides and in the middle of th epanels, layingin bed in near agony as parts of my body are literally being riped out in the process due to the hard poisons that have latched onto every viscerae and muscular structure) and still the mechanical arms got in my room last night. Another object is red under my left middle finger, inserted under the cuticle. Over 7 years of this attack on my fingers every single night. My hair is somehow not greasy and stinking, maybe the last attempt yeasterday to pound and screw in a few more hooks and tie with all  my body strength rope and pvc string into the hooks to try to close all gaps in eveyr crack, as the cracks are abundant everywhere. The cabinets do not close property, maladjusted so there are openings at the tops and bottoms of these plastic-coated cheep horrible ugly cabinet doors which extend to the ceiling, so pressure makes openings as welell even if the corners and tops are secured with hooks.

I do not want to obsess with this, but I was teleproted to more stupid sick skit scenes concocted by these psychopath celebrities and politicians. Their imaginations are so ugly I truly understand why they are attacking me and drugging and poisoning me so they can steal ideas about justice. They have none, ugly to the marrow and disgusting in every crack of their rotten souls, eeking out poison into the hearts and minds of the universal media machine of brainwashed conformity to their meek intellectual mediocrity.

So I must do more today, every single day. It is hard not to obsess. the outside of my room is an empty space of all animals, birds and flowers destroyed by this group. Zero animals or birds are on the hillside outside my window. They are being shot and killed by these apes who order these attacks on me. I have had to live next to decrepit ugly nasty old men and theiir rotten ugly nasty females of all ages who orderr these attacks, here in gorgeous Thailand my omes and studios have all been dessecrated of all beautiful nature and polluted continuously by this stinking and foul group y ou all cheer on as celebrity heroes and Europ- symbols of "taste and style and fashion and 'class'"so dirty and foul and tasteless and dirty and stupid and all their "fashion" has been stolen I truly believe they can't create a single idea. All is stolen and they are supiud posturing apes. I wonder how much of this Tom Waots and Nora Jones have imbibed so they can be famous for their careers. 

Descending into Starbucks culture easy-listening celebrity status! Letter-not-man interviews and croaking either too soft and slippery vocals like Nora Joones or a degenerate croaking obscenity aural old man whore song set.

And, my brain under attack as I have to try to backspace to correct. I will not re-read this post and always the hackers delete words and rewrite so it's almost nonsensical. Ugly rotten old men you all love singing the dirty old man's ditties but sung by youthful appearance pop culture Starbucks celebrities.

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Their (the above-mentioned) disgusting psychic stench sprayed on my hair brush, so it is a rancid odor and when I douse the brush handle with bleach and put it ouside to eat away at the fungus stench, the stalkers use mechanical arms to spray more of it on the patio while I go for a few seconds into the tiny bathroom, which stinks from stalkers inserting arms throgh the tile cracks and putting stinking fluids on the floor at night so when I open the door in themorning I must carry a stick of incense just to try to breathe first thing in the morning. The main room is perpetually violated by these mechanical arms after years of gluing paper on every panel, silicone on every crack, and hooks on every corner and that is not enough. There are hard wooden panels placed behind the vfery flimsy panel exteriors that I can touch in this room, but from the other side of the walls these wooden planks are put, with latches (I have heard the latches opening and closing at night when I am asleep and wake up from the noise--I can wake up from noise the stalkers are extremely quiet when they enter my room). It's anear impossibility to stop these attacks despite layers of paper glued to the panels, silicone glued to the edges  of every panel on every side of all walls and floors, and now metal hooks pounded into the plastic exteriors of the cabineets (except for three on top of my "kitchen" area row of cabinets which I need all day to get plates and food) and, they get through all the hooks covering every panel and I cna't use three drawers because the panels are so far back behind the drawer fronts in these cabinets and the panels are so flimsy on the other side I can bend them by lightly pressing against them. These mechanical arms are inserted through the very plyable superficial coverings which the stalkers get through with their hard wooden panels from their side of the wall. If I have expressed this articularely, it's so hard to write so hard to think. I feel sick from the brain attaacks as I write.)

I had not intended to write more about these sickopsychopaths but it's another day of this stinking mess sprayed on my body, room, clothing, hairbrush, myu hair nearly balding in places, my body covered in bruises and black and blue marks and insertions underneath the skin, and tec

drugged up so I "rant" while I wrie about this hysterical-inducing endless series of attacks which I keep writing about to the psychos of Whorewood, California so they can steal ideas and get promoted by this sick attack attack system they all  laugh about and participate in. The "normal" people who assist them are revolting over-fed parasites who feed off human suffering and misery that so many of you in the Black Lives Matter are now protesting.

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One entire hour of fighting to click on one single item and fearing I would lose the information I kept fighting until the page froze, entirely. Turning the laptop off restarting--I just did 2 resets yesterday=4 hours, then 1 recovery, spent another hour fighting to toggle off any conceivable port of entry for hackers--using everything I am able to afford, which is nothing any longer---and then MONTHS OF this disgusting English rapist yelling screaming punching me in the face raping me so violently my body convulsed an embedded object in the multiple layers of hard poison that his partners, who he loves and calls more beautiful his great friends, but sticking to me non-stop as they laugh while he punches me in the face-then asking me for ideas, constantly then yelling at me to shut up--anything I think that is elaborate or intellectual he begins violently yelling at me to shut up, his partners the wealthy English who sit silently as well as the american "I'm part English" who have been showered with applause oscars awards for stealing my ideas and then covering up the theft with destroying all evidence of what I have written, leaving me for hours per day fighting JUST TO TURN THE WIFI ON is almost like a miracle if I can use it without it being blocked, attacked or turned off--and when I am fighting to get ANY SINGLE THING DONE in any capacity as a survivable entity on this planet, the every single thing I do is blocked, hacked, rewritten and all that I try to accomplish is blocked, destroyed and anything I think is used to attack me and is stolen if the hateful rapist abuser endless parasites need more ideas. This is something like 4 months of the next abuser violent life-threatening rapist literally turning my hair grey after his violent yelling abuse and rape, after the german parasite came punching raping abusing my face my body endless death threats--and senators are rushing yelling screaming threatening to kill me, and I am just one person defending myself and am surrounded by hate endlessly and always. The one and only thing I have left on this planet my cat they stole years ago whenI fought to get the next murdering rapist (depp and heard) off me from pounding more poison as deeply into my body as possible--and so they tortured my cat most beloved wonderful and beautiful animal and showed a photo of her fighting not to drown they threw her in the swimming pool and took photos of her fighting for her life not to drown--before sending her to baryshnikov who has teams of dogs chasing her, as she screams in terror and they fractured her rib cage for me calling the rapists who were murdering me, poisoning me laughing about how "fat" I had become as they had hardening murder poisons laced with horrific drugs poured into my food as they pounded the poison into my body every day laughing as I fought to stop it--then the 24/7 torture began and has not stopped for the past 16 years YEARS non-stop daily torture and abuse. Teams of actors and politicians have rushed to join in, raping abusing and calling me names endlessly abusing me and instantly being interviewed on major news networks on the same day or the next--featured in documentaries and etc on and on, and this english abuser rapist is being championed, is probably undoubtedly being handed as well as his cohorts out of London and england (germans russians etc all backing him, teams of euros are behind him, he is the english-speaking terror chaos agent sent to "break and crush" me for just fighting back--just defending myself and having ideas that they can sell off as their own--giving me nothing but taking all they can away from me. As with all the others, the beautiful flowering plants are half dead withered and black, after I throw plants away and buy more, this english hateful leech on me has them slowly killed--and he's there literally almost 24 hours a day abusing me. I can give one example of how blank and hateful he and his fellow english bigos truly are: one of the actors began violently raping and threatening me for writing a comment that slightly disagreed with what the american blonde woman had said about a shakespeare play--he rushed raped abused threatened my life yelled for hours as I fought the next hater and fought to get him off--for just demonstrating my own mind and thoughts on shakespeare which was not a light subject--I always received A's in college for my writing on shakespeare by the way, just saying. but the threat to them that I should have ideas and not just say nothing and not demonstrate my own talent or mind, as their take-over of the united states, in combination with the push for white fascist nazi supremacy is fully ongoing, and this is one of the facets not only to cut out education but to silence people like me so only their ordained critics and bigots have the only "say" or word possible, even for my own private thoughts. This next english rapist who so violently abused and raped me that part of the embedded filth that the aamerican nazi fascist mafia teams had poured pumped and injected into my body having one euro-rapist abuser after the next pound the poison into my body; thusly instructing this next one so blank and conformist all I see is blank hate and power machinations coming from him, not a second of any intelligent or interesting thing he has to say to me as with all. I was listening to wnyu archives and one show called passport, from around 2011 had a show with some electronic experimental music; one musician out of germany was playing a skewed version of a very classical-sounding piece. I listened and recognized the song and piece, but was a bit unsure (I had heard it in 2010, so a long time ago and it was in a collection from the artist). the endless leeching of my life every moment that this man who has made my hair turn solid white in front of my forehead from his violent rape death threats and 16 hoursa per day of abuse, yelling at anything I do that is above basic half-brain dead mediocrity, the only level they want me at, but they are still torturing me to obtain ideas through trauma rape and torture drugging and abuse. To continue: I was listening, the DJ said that this was a German artist who transposed a piece from Vivaldi and I thought to myself, in conversation with this hateful bigot I want no conversation with, but he is literally "in my head" for about 1/2 of every single day, literally from the moment i wake up to at bed, in my sleep, its' more than 12 hours per day, of death threats of smashing my head in of pornographic sexual abuse comments of asking me for ideas perpetually because I actually try to learn something every day, I have always tried to have a stellar career this group has poisoned me to the point of my body being paralyzed in internal equivalent of cement while they torture me endlessly untilI scream out ideas or "converse" with them because they are literally leeching off my thoughts my energy and life every moment to get this disgusting contract this insidious insult to humanity this lowering of all standards which thousands flock to---and I thought to myself, almost conversing with the leech energy drainign grey-hair making violent pornographic hate rapist out of england and his "aristocrat" "High class" supposed "superior" haters that it actually was a piece by Bach--what else would a German play they are all always referring to Bac-

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