Tuesday, April 27, 2021

The sheeple in wolves clothing are PROUD to represent sheep and their wolverine dominators steering them on to the dark edge of a deadly cliff that they are blinded by the light of fake stars hovering over dead wars' corpses. Some Hoomor/humor? to cap off the day of writing these posts to the vacuuous entity hacking into my every thought and action for nefarious purposes of establishing a world of devouring and as they call it, "conquering": serendipity of sordid sorts brought me to this pair of songs, and I dedicate them to the terrorist actors who are partying in their Champagne VIP lounges and devouring one another in orgiastic delight of the ritual awards festival for another year of being wolves in sheep's clothing.

 MY first song is dedicated to all the animals, the pig apes and hyenas donned in sheeple attire of fashionista fame but underneath the pig ape hyena under-coating under all the plastic surgery is the wolves out to devour and kill, steal, rape and plunder and loot and drooling in delight--they are now dancing the sheeple dance sticking their fluffy puffed up derrieres in delight at the dances and the halls where they are adorned as the shorn sheeple watch in delight cheering them on in their little isolated cubicle homes watching the flat screens and little screams of joy watching their devouring pig ape but really drooling wolves accepting the awards for their sheeple movie slaughter house enticement ritual awards.

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Ha ha, what a joke--how silly how absurd I write in a dizzy state as the mind control stakes it's claim on my brain. So what? So what! 

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Here's the first song in observance of the wolves dancing in elation for the awards they obtained as they posture like wonderfully smiling sheeple for the sheeple movie awards about love and kindness, which of course their million dollar production companies ensure that they are promoted as representing in replicated form to be circulated into millions and millions of people's brains.

Beep Beep laughed the sheep(le) at their ritual torture and abuse fest movie awards for 2021. This is the "after party" where they get to shake those groove thangs like the twangs of their g-strings and orgy outfits they are entitled they are in bliss the wolves will come out for further prey after they get bored with not having enough of violence inflicted upon me for YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS without end. They can't stop the addiction to torture and they love violence and hate and abuse and racism and rape and murder--they will begin the year-long quest for the next Sheeple grand award title very soon once the orgy and the awards are put on the shelves and they go off sharpening their knives for the next year of non-stop torture of me using teleportation and hate gangs of death and Nazi-driven protocols.

But for a few nights they are dancing around and prancing around because the last year was so much fun every single day they planned to get awarded for their sheeple movies while they devoured my energy and life force and sucked ideas out and dumped their ugliness, hate and violence upon me. So watch them stick their booties out as they dance and the plastic surgery won't let the sheeple disguises slip or fall because they are literally carved into their wolf faces and bodies, disguising them so much.




In just a few days they will revert to their usual standard mode of behavior and here it is, represented by the real sounds they make the real energy they emit and this song is not "evil" it just describes the evil that these pig ape hyenas do and act upon--


Wolfbrigade - In Darkness You Feel No Regret


*(Lyrics):

In Darkness You Feel No Regrets

A grave misconseption brought you here
Your mind consumtion thaught you to fear
A shallow pool of thought
Dictates the life you wrought
Bury your heart and be guided
And in darkness you feel no regrets
And in light you perish, one horizon sought
Repress their passion - your's is given up
A shallow pool of thought
Dictates the life you wrought
Bury your heart and be guided
For in darkness you feel no regrets
And in darkness you feel only regrets


The two seemingly contrasting songs are actually complimentary--as these creeple appear to "represent" a duality of light and dark, the "yin/yang" oppositional forces are actually only the real representation of the lopsided floundering one-sided flip-side of the same paradigm of fascist Nazism. They believe that there are masters and slaves, and not much else on this planet and they of course plan on being the masters. There is no duality there is only this struggle which they try to display as the endless movie formulaic rotation of "good versus evil".



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Heavily drugged in deep sleep mode, then raped by a big "strong" man with muscles, bound in macho rape culture bravado and all the exploit mentality, the poisons that I am continuously fighting to get out of my body, which his "friends" had injected pumped and poured into my food, my bladder, injected etc and he has made me feel absolutely exhausted and sick because once more, this group is having a man determined to get his free deals and awards and prizes by abusing and torturing mutilating and raping me,--and again, as this whorewood group knows because I have written of it for over 16 years--the rape while I am in deep sleep mode, or in any mode asleep or awake (now only while in deep sleep mode) pounds poison deeply into my body---yes, they all know, and they keep bringing some "gonna get the deal" the go-getter to rape me pounding poison into my body while I can't brace for it, threatening me and so ill from detox already the early part of the day before sleep, I could not fight back with screaming rage rushing and physically fighting to get them off me in any way I can, but usually they pin me down in deep sleep use brain-afflicting technology to force extreme sexual fake desire and then pound the poison in, hitting me all the while and I have no idea where I am, what is going on my entire body is suffused with drugs and poisons and mind control blasting into my brain to alter brainwaves into any state--hate, anger or fake lust which I try to stave off but he is hitting me punching me and abusing me endlesly--every day my life force energy is drained almost completely by this group, and Hardy in particular as he is determined and this group is urging him to get this deal by forcing himself on me with torture hate abuse death threats and rape--as they sit back smug and smirking as usual. I am (or was, I am writing this latler) very very sick all day--could not move, not do anything as usual all I plan every day is stopped by their endless attacks on my computer so i can't check on aqnything I need to do it requires hours while they yell abuse and threats at me---&...courtesy of mechanical arms operated by terrorists on one side of the wall inserting them through the flimsy particle board barrier between my room and next, disguised as being the interiors of wall-to-floor cabinets--huge protruding structures through which the mechanical arms can be inserted--just one portal the room is covered from floor to ceiling with holes and tiles, panels that are opened from the other side (I have heard the "click" of one of the panels being shut while I was in a lighter sleep state, and they had inserted a cockroach in the corner of the upper ceiling where the panel was opened. I then covered that wall with colored paper which they then splattered brown stains on so I had to put all kinds of cheap wall stickers to conceal the brown spots on the formerly beautiful pastel colored panels which should have appeared something like a color mosaic of sorts---) anyway---drugged excessively while in deep sleep, and then viciously raped. I was in a healing sleep state and could not fight any longer, as physical violence is a daily event with me fighting furiously to get more hateful users abusers off me, as they cling on as long as they can (50 years, 60 years, every moment of every day, week after week, day after day on and on non-stop rotation of people who had drugged me into a seminal near-semi-conscious waking state to be "Friended" with hostile enemies. They lurch at me now glaring with demand to be abused and accept the societal conditions they helped to formulate by destroying each and every single thing I have done to secure my life stability in any way possible they have all used the rigged system which is embedded with their agents to destroy all that I do. The "blame the victim" advocates for the perpetrator group are having a field day stating that I am weak and just blanketing up the inimical failure that I have personally allowed to happen, rather than this is a fixed system of non-stop sabotage which is protected from all scrutiny and transparency or reporting on all levels of society, pulling all levers.

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