Tuesday, September 1, 2020

OMG!! Actual close-ups of celebrities teleporting me without make-up or plastic surgery coating! Under a microscope!!

 


Guess which H-wood A-hole this is?  The role call of the CAST OF CHARACTERS IN HOLLYWOOD DEPICTED BELOW--close up, no frills, the real deal, exposed for your entertainment!  

Here is the police guarding the establishment. Will smile if you give a tip. Will bite if you are a "nothing". Can't wait to eat no matter which category you are in, according to his categorification. Watching and guarding the gateway to FAME and FORTUNE.



Wasn't she stunning in her new Louis Vuitton?

What exotic makeup she's wearing...! Where did she get her hair done? 




They also want their children to be included in the elitist entitlement circle clique--the spawn also helps the torture apparatus. All in the comfy home loving environment of their infestation abodes teleporting for torture and excitement and feeding off...




Der Fuhrer actor infiltrator in LA-- aus Austria (or Germany) instructing on how to become parasites for leadership positions.



Teleportation S&M trainee: Feed me ideas and information NOW under torture conditions so I can use them to enhance my image in the movies big screen scream!





Typical fan shouting at the icons on red carpet--wants to eat them finds them delicious wants sex with all of them






Studio representative after a manicure and a blow job in a couch casting session.




Celebrity breast silicone implants juggling around at a dance party under blacklight visibility.





Celebrities barfing up cocaine after snorting too much.





Aspiring actor will give blow jobs for roles, waiting happily for your promotion.





Grumpy extra waiting for hours to be shot for  5 seconds of fame.





Studio CEO---winner of the rat race on top of all the action.




Studio maintenance personnel, watching the big shots going out for power lunches and so hungry despairing of ever getting a good bite on the delish carcasses hors d'oeuvres catered by Wolfgang Pucker Parasite, Ltd GmbH.




Celebrity lounging at a hip beachside bar.




Some employee from the Accounting studio department wishing and longing to be a beautiful celebrity. Watching the Paparazzi swarm the happy celebrities from the stuffy accounting department office cubicle window.




One of millions of fans screaming love and worship for movie stars at awards ceremonies, outside the red carpet area.





Satanic Grand Master of the Hollywood Hills Polo Club Secret Society, 666. Otherwise known as Mr. Goat Esquire Movie Star Celebrity ICON.



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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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