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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The stress to my body from literal 3/4 of a day and night combined being spent fighting sinister, grasping, beady-eyed hateful parasitic abusers who are lunging at me to get endless free promotions, which are never-ending this social engineering contract has no limits and no bounds. The destruction to my health literally just from stress alone is murder. Besides shitting stinking black and brown piles and hard pieces of poison out which pollute my bloodstream--I literally faint, pass-out on my bed from the horrific poison which is coursing through my lymphatic system, kidneys and liver and bloodstream going into my brain, where the implants in my brain have created a tube network of hard poisons coursing down in hard filaments and tubes into my neck, the vertebrae is lined with attached tubes integrated into the vertebrae extending in literally all directions--I must strive to fracture the hard poisons so they will slowly loosen and then expand about 6-10 times their shrunken size--and then the poisons seep into my body as I faint on my bed--while in this prone position the terrorists utilize my body's vulnerability and slash under my cuticles and literally cut them off my toes. A few weeks ago the cuticle bed was completely cut off (permanently it was severed off) while I had collapsed in such a state, unable to move from toxic shock and also the pain of hard poisons ripping muscle and skin tissue out of the interior cavity of my body in the thoracic, lumbar and vertebrae regions; in effect my entire spine if affected the muscles are at cellular level ripped out with the poisons which have attached to tissue, skin and bone and also into my intestines and brain and etc. The terrorists order their minions to slash, cut parts of my body out, as they inflict torture skits while I am deep sleep healing mode--death skits, homeless skits, insulting "dumbing" skits aimed at me endlessly. My body exhibits signs of premature aging, grey thin hair, balding from chemicals smeared into my scalp for years and decades to damage my formerly lustrous hair. My skin dotted with blemishes from poisons slahered onto my skin my hands are huge deformed the cuticles are gone from maybe 3 fingers, completely. the nails hang off, are calloused and the toe nails which have had the cuticles removed (in this past month, they severed completely off the cuticle from my right left toe which has been broken; it's not a bunion it's been broken and that happened after I made a drugged-up- comment about a nazi white male out of denmark who, along with a famous "punk" musician out of england, who has routinely hacked his music into my all-female punk lists on youtube, is endlessly trying to scam his promotion out of attacking me; but both musicians attacked me on the same day because I clicked on their music, assuming that their stances about fighting conformist authoritarianism was also directed at me, as a universal person on this planet and not just their nazi white "alternative" branch___one however was an open nazi and in my drugged and enraged anger about the rise of nazism in general and from years of being violently assaulted nearing murder where I am currently living, a huge population of euro tourists so I know their imperialistic impulses and what they truly are when the are on vacation and brown people service them like slaves, almost literally and very plantation-like. They don't have to pretend to go to church or conform to "democracy" standards, in other words. they had me in an accident by having a work truck on the steep hill outside of my living arrangement, and there was a tiny trickle of a clear liquid which appeared like water as I was driving down this 45-degree angle hillside down towards the road (which always becomes extremely busy only when I am trying to get out of the complex and there are no cars before or after I approach this junction so the orchestrated exact timing of cars driving into my path only happens at the exact moment I am at the bottom of the hill---so I must perpetually brake at a very tight angle but after I get out of this junction there are always no cars, and it's always a packed jam of cars blocking my path only when I am driving down otherwise I would be able to navigate easily without having to brake and hold the bike at a fourty_five degree angle (right now hackers have turned the wIfi off, have blocked access to commas and periods and numbers ). the workmen had created a stream of oil---so that the bike literally slid into a crashing position nearing the bottom of the hillside so that the inevitable line of *terrorist* cars always blocking my smooth descent were there while I was sliding and crashing in a sideways projectile. I landed on my left foot, and it hurt a bit but I otherwise was ok, the foot was not injured because I was wearing boots--I went home later that day and at night fell asleep---woke up with the toe completely at a 45-degree angle pointing into my other foot--like at night nothing wrong, the next morning the toe completely disjointed. this was after rotten the punk out of england threatened me after he began his snobby imperialistic white male supremacy english antisemitic gig, his german wife somewhere in the background or watching or knowing about this obviously---I reacted in anger. I am always in these situations drugged so as to render me in a hyperbolic state and knee-jerk reaction which always gives the terrorists an excuse to inflict real violence upon me to justify their white male supremacy (or female or any other skin color they all are told that this is "master-slave" and to inflict all "You have no rights" actions against me). Thusly they broke my to I was in a deep and uncontrollably non_waking state because of this wretched brain implant which the herd of terrorists always love to exploit to inflict violence< torture< to force discrediting behavior on me, and thusly to force subliminals into my brain which under pressure I cannot control, which I repeat< which they all use to justify real life-threatening violence against me. thusly it was either the danish black metal death metal nazi or the english "punk" who ordered this on me, but the real reason was to justify their promotions by using this tech to render people discredited so they can hiss in faked rage "She said this who does she think she is?" they all sneer in hate, white supremacy justifying near-murder knee-jerk reactions which they are then handed every promotion that can possibly be handed according to their level of proficiency in their realm (some are like in past their prime, for example)

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