Sunday, November 8, 2020

Muerte soldiers skateboarding on the streets of I Luv NY (heart) through the cement hell flying on wings of death through the streets to another Gil Scott Heron encounter with The Devil of America Today. Winter is coming. Keep warm and safe. Fly thought the streets on wheels of no fear trailing behind the flapping wings of the angel of death, of La Mort. Very close in tone to L'amor. I want my cat returned alive, La Moux Lamour.

 



There are some artists or people, mostly artists,.exactly like Gil Scott Heron who put me in the mood to float with an inspired poetic license *(that has been discounted as a vote in the general election of society's Mandate of who gets to hold office in the public opinion monopoly of being published, able to get access to media expression, able to get any notice of funding, blocked due to these monopoolies held by Mr. Devil and corp., GmbH, Ltd, Conglomerate incorporated Death. A-list celebrities put there by Mr. Devil and Death, inc. GmbH I have no access therein except to be tortured and stolen from. However, the deceased and perhaps "eliminated" Gil Scott Heron inspires me to write kind of "blank verse" but it all is interconnected and has great meaning, at least to me, personally. However, as I continue to write and hacking worsens and my brain is blocked to a greater extent by this tech interference with my brain, I get lost and have to backspace and retype instead of go forward and acrtually write. 


Rhyming under hacking and mind control while fighting to float above the wingspan of my constant companion, Mr. Devil and his side-kick Death, blocking my keyboard and brain functioning via the seemingly human terrorists disguised as people but really are pig apes underneath who represent the goon squad of Mr. Devil, GmbH, Inc., et al and his partner Ms. Death.


And here is another not pop music video of plastic fascist feminist Me too lesbian rapist enabler macho men performers doing their grinding sexualized 'activism"--no, these are peeps who appear to be not apes or pigs but who knows when the make up is removed what they really are like (as I have to see in these "experiments" of being teleported and "gang stalked"--these hideous death mask faces are the "REAL" faces of the famous infamous pig apes you all love and cheer on and on and on until they become politicians you cheer on and then hate after your decisions backfire upon your brainwashed mandated asses, like dumbasses every four years every decade every score every centennial every millennium...


10101010101010101010--computer code you are ruled by


*please note, as I wrote earlier, this is "poetic license" not insane rambling, just in case you are judgmental as you all are. I am very aware of the distinction between 'Normal" prose and wild stream-of-consciousness style---


and p.s., hackers not only are blocking function of the keyboard, but they just highlighted the entire page and deleted all that I had written thus far. I retrieved it, but still it's at the point that my brain is in a kind of "stop and start" mode as if someone is pressing a button on and off so my brain skips conjoining words and thoughts. This happens every time I get on, and as I progress with struggling to simply type out, the brain wave attack worsens and I become more dizzy, nauseious and unable to write or think to the point that I am in a floating kind of daze while fighting to write in any coherent fashion as the tech affects my brain like an exponential algorithm of blockage to functioning--the "mind control" tech I mean. This is not due to any malfunctioning on my part.



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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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