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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collapsed on my bed after a day of abuse, torture and physical fights with body builders, mma fighters, boxers, stunt men and women who sit with legs askew watching with grim smirking delight making death threats and insults at me continuously while I am in my room fighting for my life to heal, shitting out stinking gall stones and black layers of hard and then diarrhea poison brown sometimes. Sometimes the poison is like a huge snake literally hard as rock clogging my toilet and I have to dig out chunks of hard rock-like formations which have been stuck inside my body for decades, literally as this group continued to poison me to death laughing all the while, and mocking how "fat" my body was and etc on my breasts while having me mutilated as often as they possibly could (while in deep sickness healing sleep in particular). I collapsed and could not move any longer to put the 6 layers of protection around my head,, hair, mouth, chin and neck from insertions gouging (while I was unable to do this for at least one week last month, noem and this german scum sick filth ape rat had bulbs inserted under my skin on my face--silicone injections to appear like blemishes just appearing with a tell-tale hard shape one day to the next and only when I am too exhausted to put on the endless layers around hands, feet, mouth, head) Last night they once more gouged under my cuticles there are huge purple welts the skin on my hands have been permanently damaged from YEARS of harsh chemicals slathered on forearms and hands so they look like I've done hard manual labor in the sun for decades, but instead all I've been doing is pounding on keyboards writing posts and laying in bed utterly dying from poisoning and fighting these rapist ape scum whores who are teleporting and raping me as they slice parts of my body out laughing, mutilating etc. My hair now dry and brittle yesterday it was soft and pliant and hair falling out so they doused my hair with deadening chemicals. They forced a teleportation skit of a blind man running at me to kill me, screaming, etc. I didn't have to get up to urinate which is how they usually administer the drugs by inserting the drugs and liquids (it used to be a mix of sewage water and fungus literally internal sepsis they were aiming at to murder me in so many ways). Dealing with newsom who has been having me abused to death not merely since last july when I was so traumatized from at least one year of non-stop beatings and rape from groups of english and german scum shit whores (and years and years of this going on and on with individuals but now they bring on entire groups to assault meliterally all day and night).

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