Sunday, June 12, 2022

A little existential mind-boggling rhetorical question about fighting the filth that I can't stop as opposed to playing a waste-of-time do-nothing game on the computer? Games, games and puzzles to waste time spent otherwise wasting time doing things necessary. Which is more important? Having enjoyment playing games, or fighting an impossible battle to clean or heal my body all the problems coming from the same insidious source, and the attacks never end. Is playing for hours at a game that will produce nothing but a sense of accomplishment to get little bright squares into patterns more important than fighting to heal and clean all the time?

 I am wasting my time on a game--something I downloaded from the Microsoft store. I have even spent money on that game, against all my preconditioning. I fell into the trap the programmer set making the game extend into a realm of impossibility unless I spent money to buy the little trinkets that are necessary to unravel the puzzles. The game is a "build" game where you build a theme park. I have spent so much time on the game because it is calming, doing something analytical because I lack anything to actually DO in life that immerses me in abstract mesmerizing processes of intricate thinking at a level of calculation. It is why sometimes something like doing math can be soothing if you are not stressing your mind on the calculations. Something that fits in place, that you know can be won and is contained in a colorful box of moving pieces--fascinating, immersion into a world of movement and award and frustration because the algorithm is intended to force you to have to pay to continue unless you fight impossibilities that the programmers injected into the game.

I have told myself NOT to get into doing this for hours, but it is stress relieving. I would be spending time doing real things but all I work on is inevitably stolen or I am teleported and asked endless questions so someone else can use the idea or what I am working on for their own output--after they steal the idea, they do something to destroy me, my work, my body my home or my mind/spirit/sexualit/soul.


So I play this game. it does nothing but really waste time I could be doing other things like the endless cleaning and healing regimes that are necessary to deal with these attacks that are non-stop upon me. I thought I would not get into the terrorist aspect within this post but that, too, is inevitable there is no way to get around the topic when I begin to delve into my daily routine, which is so haphazard and so irregular.

It is too hard to pound down on this keyboard and fight past the hacking at this point. It is very late, getting into morning I do not want to sleep I want to be awake and peruse the internet. These are things I have told myself are very bad habits, and yet I continue to go on doing these waste-of-time things instead of doing the healing activities, and then there is the endless cleaning of the stinking filth that I am faced with that I never created in this room, that I must fight to clean with all the pain in my body they also forced through their poisoning. They forced the amount of cleaning to become impossible to ever finish. Once I clean something, they spray or pour disgusting filth on it again so the problem is always there--the stinking filth is always there no matter if I clean it once or never clean it or clean it as often as possible. Immediately they use the mechanical arms to make everything filthy once I clean it, or they pour all the filth on what I have cleaned once I am well enough to go out and leave this room.

Is playing a game rather than doing endless healing and cleaning activities a waste of time if it negates all the negativity that these creepazoids are forcing upon me?


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My beautiful malibar spinach plants being killed as well as a kale plant. This is food I am growing on my patio and as always, chemicals sprayed so the leaves are sagging, the plant slowly dies. After growing it for 2 months. This has been non-stop ongoing every plant, every single one I buy seeds for since they kill all potted plants instantly I can't afford to continuously pay for potted plants any longer. Every seed I plant begins to grow. Once it reaches blossom or edible state, it gets killed.//All morning the moment I woke up were the 2 English haters racist bigots part of a team which has been slowly poisoning me to death like my plants---connected to absolute wealth but like their partner out of London, are so convinced they are entitled to steal and rape and rob anything they want out of me and use it for themselves. Rushing to join into the pan-eurohate team with american nazis rushing to join in---insults abuse---I responded then I posted something about sexual abuse racism imperialism---so they sprayed the plants which I just watered one hour ago which were strong and healthy. Now withered. The poisons make the plants forever unable to tolerate sun they are like rubbery, sagging and never recover. This is FOOD for me it's FOOD because they cut my money off. They made me disabled by mutilating poisoning and fracturing my vertebrae, all with their teams of their up-and-coming who all want a world where no one can ever aspire for anything and all is put into English compartments and German nazi hierachy, the good ole boys and their good ole days. So they just kill my plants on a non-stop basis. Flowers, edible foods they kill and kill. They kill any animals I have as pets they kill my body they kill and are smothered with applause by the nazi coaltion controlling the American media and political spectrum. Americans rush towards them with huge goo smiles of devotion and starry-eyed reverence and glare at me in utter rage hate and sneer smirk are delighted to help these nazi bigot euros to rape torture and all can steal ideas out of me, rape and torture whether I agree or not. They were murdering me while I was "agreeable" because I was so drugged without any knowledge of the ugly sickness they truly are and thusly I was pleasant in a hazed mental state of fake "love" but could never stand the people when I met them in reality, in person. The English creep they are partnering with, who is married to the daughter of the director who shitalina trash skankalina's daddy worked with for the movie Deliverance--I was situated across the street from that rancid creep back in 1987 when I visited London on a tourist visa and a travel card for a Euro vacation---I think that system is not longer in use but at that time a student could purchase a Eurail pass and travel almost anywhere in the Euro-zone (before the Schengen agreement, I think so hard to type not going to look it up). I was just traveling without having studied the realities because I wanted to experience my travels not as a tourist. thusly this filthy creep DANNY MOYNIHAN--see his wife who is the daughter of the director of Deliverance--a filmi set in the South with the bigot KKK nazi daddy of trashalina ugly not-jolie the sleazy dirty sick imposter stealing my ideas as Moynihan had been doing years prior to obtaining a partnership with dirty nasty Whorewood to obtain millions of dollars in funding to manufacture "blockbuster" award-rigged trophies for ideas stolen from me, or undoubtedly others as these are cliche-racist bigots all, one-and-all who have no concepts other than avoiding taxes playing rich domination sexual titillation selling sex selling violence selling victimization and raping to steal ideas murdering me to steal ideas in a horrific poisoning scheme. /Two english wealthy men arrived to steal rape and rob but not as rapacious and sleazy and violent as ugly arnold the filth you all continue to keep around to inflict nazi programming and much more nazi violence when you continue to hand that filth lying scum more money and power and media exposure. All the nazi filth of whorewood revolve around him to just grab everything they want to obtain but aren't talented enough to actually win by quality alone so he can just grab it all by the p-888sy and claim to be the superiority of the planet---all handed to this pack of rats without question by the leeches looking to revive their flailing careers and their money portfolies and etc. //

The blocks, attacks and hacks to my keyboard and brain (always under attack when I fight to pound out through the miasma of hacking interfer...