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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Ongoing physical mutilation terrorist report: the slashing under my fingernails and cuticles so that elevated bloodied swelling continues, the fingernails and fingers swollen, cuticles completely severed-off my toes and fingers, in addition to poisons put on my toenails to harden the nails into coarse, hard plastic texture never-growing deformed twisted and blackened. The mechanical arms are constantly going underneath all the layers of protection I wear every night also into my scalp to make hair fall out--falling out in clumps once more so the little bit left on my scalp is mostly gone.//While ugly shitalina the filth torture prostituted Nazi bigot of Whorewood with the German ape scumbag rapist her ally in utter genocidal violence, promoted by Trump and the Nazi 4th Reich and Gotti dynasty mafia with Stallone, et al (gmbh ltd English monarchy ltd) and once the slash under my skin they inject poisons, or foreign substances or materials so the "mind control "terror regime can continue for HOURS upon my waking from hate skits forced into my sleep state while being teleported, while they are slashing into my body and my consciousness is teleported outside of my "prime" body.//Every day dirty ugly shitalina has her rape dirty foul "men" and herself laugh about my breasts while I am getting undressed--the poisons she laughed about having her dirty nazi scum and brown and black and jewish minions pour into my body every day for the past 15 years, with my family, neighbors, and the 4th reich death squads having done this for decades priorr to this filth creep (but her dirty Nazi daddy was involved in this contract out on me back as early as 1974 or 1975, probably 1974 when my step-father the highly skilled poet writer professor was involved with the author of Deliverance in a poets seminar in Atlanta and returned extremely embittered, and he had to change his priorities of writing he then partnered with one of the English terrorists back in 1987, in London when I went there for a summer post graduation of college--and this man is intimately connected to the English royalty as a painter and his wife is the daughter of the director of Deliverance--partnering with dirty shitalina and pit ape pitt for over 15 years but ordering my family's targeting, my poisoning (which did begin before they got their filthy leeching apparatus sucking apparatus onto my life for their endless promotions) I was sent to live across the street from this English bigot back in 1987 in the organized hate structure, and my step-father was also involved in this orchestrated plot for his own promotion. But beyond all the greed and sleaze of this group including my own family, I must state that this ugly dirty whore has looked at least 20 years youjnger while I look 30 years older from the parasitic leeching off my energy, having dirty men rape and beat me as she watches on smiling and laughing along with dirty foul shit ape pig pitt and ther est of the apes and scum of Whorewood and Congress. The joke is that my breasts are not plastic surgery like ugly shitalina's and the jokes are endless after abuse death trheats this German ape endlessly punching my head and face, getting the crap of the Steven Tyler group connected to Stallone's Italian--all with English Italian French and German fascist Nazis rushing to join into collaboration of their take-over of Whorewood with dirty u gly stupid shitalina and pig ape pitt put endlessly into the Oscars every year, as they have been taking turns since their clutching onto my life for this contract back around 2014, taking the tech from Depp and putting Musk into power along with T-rump. The rest is " history" but you all keep silencing this situation so it's more death squad censorship.

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