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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Mutilation: Last night in deep sleep after having (artificially induced via torture invasive microchip implant technology in combination interface with extreme drugging and various other tech and drug and in deep sleep state immobility and self-defensive capability)---stomach digestive substances literally almost spewing out of my mouth in deep sleep state (this can be done with the microchip implants along my spine, into my brain, my esophagus which renders my body susceptible to many attacks which are murderous---but dredging up digestive "juices" from my digestive tract while in deep sleep state is one of the attacks which they intended to make me spew it all over my head covering last night which would have been almost like acidic vomit spewed over the many layers of protection so they can't gouge my gum tissue out again, loosen my teeth by smashing into them ---and of course, I feel nothing and they are teleporting me in this deep sleep state to other locations where I am called "ugly" and abused by their hate minions, most of whom are probably looking for a job or a role in their "empire" they have built around this contract out on me). That was only a precursor to me having not spewed it out but the peristaltic action forced into my intestinal tract lead to detox of the poisons lodged somehow in conjunction with the elimination process so I began detoxing hard poisons and then horrific liquid poisons in the middle of the night because they had spurred this digestive system--normally this may occur in the morning upon having coffee or some other stimulant purgative drink or exercise (rare) and thus I was shitting diarrhea out while my head was covered my feet bound in many layers to stop them from nightly cutting out the cuticles around my large toes, which they have kept almost falling off by slicing the cuticles literally off from around each large toe--this has gone on more than 6 years on a nightly basis despite wearing similar layers of protection to try to stop this and never succeeding because of the ability to read my thoughts, monitor literally all I think and do, with night time vision visual technology and this thought-hacking they know what I am doing to protect. They have ways of concealing their egress so I can never tell if I am healing or if they have sliced off more the injuries are so permanently scarred into my body as I fight every day to protect my body). //Gouging and slicing into my cuticles, mostly severed off on fingers and toes, continues. I put on first a pair of opera gloves which extend to my biceps. Then rubber band around the wrist because two cut off circulation (or had at the beginning of this new attempt to stop the destruction of my hands which has been ongoing since 2011 and has not stopped for a single night or day except for the few, rare occassions I try out a new protection set of gloves, socks, compression socks, rubber bands, tie-around strings, rubber gloves, etc which get pulled out of place and thin razor sharp instruments get under the long-sleeve contraption I hand-sewed to protect all these layers--they use this flexible mechanical arm to get under the opera gloves, under the next pair of work gloves with rubber coating so they can't slice through the material to slice into fingers and destroy severing out completely cutibles, leaving huge red welts around every finger and nails black, dead and I can't use my hands and fingers to do things which require minutia any longer. ) then there are wrap-around with velcro wrist bands, and I must gauge whether to painfully cut off circulation by tighetning as much as possible because as the night wears on, the pressure does cut off blood flow until I am in such pain I wake up in the drugged state (I am drugged every time they assault me so I am always in a mind control vice mentally upon waking as the teams of celebrities--now their new leader and the new empire which seems to be on teh axis

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