Saturday, December 10, 2022

Freedom is freedom. Orwell is Orwell. Let's Go Crazy.

 "Prince Rogers Nelson--Free (1999)". Shawn Trimble. April 22, 2016.




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I won't be so lonely but that my holidays have been disrupted by a hate organization sponsored by the US Government is deplorable.


"Prince--Another Lonely Christmas, Live December 26, 1984 in St. Paul, MN, USA". 


 



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Performed at First Avenue--as the title says--downtown, Minneapolis. I lived in Dinkytown at Comstock Hall (dormitory for females) and was ALWAYS so drugged by people literally waiting for me in the cafeteria line to use the reserved drugged pieces of food to shove onto my dorm plate so I remained unable to get up after twilight--a condition I remain in to this day from the drugging and poisoning. I heard people say that I should head on over to First Avenue and get an interview to be in this movie they were making. I literally could not. It was below freezing (well below), I would have had to walk to the bus, wait and then transfer and then walk to the club--alone-drugged up and not realizing what Prince was. I was always too drugged to get out of bed and only got out a few times when I summoned up the strength---(also I think the terror group didn't poison me as much so I could access my "real" energy only to go out so more predators could attack, or drug and then date rape me--so I missed out on Prince and I missed out on club culture until I finally could not pass up the fame of Prince in Minneapolis as it was inescapable after a few years of rising international fame and the club blossoming into international bands appearing and every night a completely different theme--until First Avenue became my weekend Mecca up to the time I left and NEVER experienced a club or place like First Avenue ever again--as nothing compares to what it used to be. The other clubs were sanctuaries of bigots and fascists disguised as white (and minority) liberals who were just adjuncts to the fascist Nazi terror organization--and they appear just the same in teleportation (as preposterously fake and viciously fascist and pro Nazi/mafia). As for the actual filming of Purple Rain--It was I think in 1982, the year I had arrived in Minnesota out of Wisconsin and knew almost no one. I had no car, and at that point I did not like discos so assumed that this club I had heard tell of was just another kind of pre-thumpy techno sex-predator experience. After leaving Minneapolis I soon discovered that many clubs still fit into my initial assessment of club culture and had to learn "the hard way" that what this Prince-ruled land of First Avenue was a truly original and revolutionary concept of freedom (not "sexual" I refer to, althought that played a bit of significance but not in terms of the sex object variety--but freedom for image, freedom for musical genres as every day there was a different theme--a different vibe, different clientele, all free in this club--totally multiracial and diverse--considering which day of the week you wanted to experience a montage of cultural interchange--:

"Prince: Let's go crazy--Live First Avenue (1983)". Stuart Studios. June 8, 2020.


 

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Hours of extremely violent murder threats by this english black hole leech on my life for the past 6 months on a daily basis; years of this scallywag obtaining lead roles and promotions for his violence in concert with the throng of wealthy english men and women all gathered around to hack into my thought, have me raped beaten tortured mutilated imprisoned paralyzed financially ruined my home a never-ending pounding hammering drilling filthy stinking mess they have their brown and black goons spray pour and inflict upon my clothing furniture the walls and floors into my body and then in my sleep and using subliminal voice-to-skull or whatever the tech is called nowadays---this hissing black demon violent sinister parasite on me threats of smashing my head punching my head in jabbing me with knives anything I am holding is a weapon. My plants being killed non-stop as the outward manifestation of their endless covert murder upon me just using these subliminals is a physical life-threatening tool that is "touchless". The ugly sinister sick creep never stops he is addicted to this. The dirty flith of england put this foul dirty leech black hole parasite on me because he is the real outward manifestation of what they all really are behind being able to quote shakespeare and etcc, their cultural heritage of blathering a lot in quaint nasty sardonic ways. the Imperialism and hate is never-ending the ugliness of this black energy life sucking rapist violent creep and behind him is the ugly sinister push of alien parasite ridley scott--they all act like burrowing parasites and life-sucking leeches. Pounding and hammering and drilling once more in the room beneath mine. As I tried to begin to write this they turned the wifi off once more. It's abominable. They are so coveted by the nazi hate of america the demo-rats and the repugs alike. these foreign leeches but white parasitic skin so they are "good immigrants they need violent abusers like these extremely dirty nasty and genocidal filth to train americans into self-destruction so the english and their nazi contenental friends can divide and conquer and then overtake.