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News So The World's Coming To An End At 6pm 21 May 2011
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May 21st 2011>> Figures the world would end the day before my 18th birthday. What does THAT tell you about the point of my life? (There is none??)
Well, I'm still hanging on-whether the world wants me to or not. ;) TAKE THAT WORLD! :laugh: JEN IS NOT A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH!
Well, I'm still hanging on-whether the world wants me to or not. ;) TAKE THAT WORLD! :laugh: JEN IS NOT A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH!
I wonder how many people with ptsd, et al. are doomsday preppers, or if there are more on the doomsday frontlines celebrating that the end is near? I'm afraid to ask whether or not the ptsd would still have a stronghold over living life the way we can only dream if 'the end' was a sure thing this Dec.
I have an idea when my end will be, but I still can't live any better or with more joy than I already have struggled to do all these years. I guess it really, for me, comes down to being a chemical and stunted developmental issue. I can see the end of that tunnel, but it doesn't help me feel happier any more often than I already do (sometimes I feel outright joyful). But, I can't feel it till my body produces the right recipe for it -- oops, no sugar, guess I have a loaf of bread instead of the intended cake; oops, no veggies, guess we just have salt water instead of the intended soup.
I am no good at cooking. I spend all my energy using a check list so that later in the day I don't have to ponder over whether or not I had breakfast, or when the last time I had a bath (and whether or not I washed my hair). I don't have left over energy to plan a fully fresh meal with raw ingredients, but that does sound lovely doesn't it?
Doomsday prepping? Not me; it wouldn't really make sense to prep for the end of modern society to survive in a new third world existence, when I can barely keep up now even with most of the tools for survival within easy reach.
I have an idea when my end will be, but I still can't live any better or with more joy than I already have struggled to do all these years. I guess it really, for me, comes down to being a chemical and stunted developmental issue. I can see the end of that tunnel, but it doesn't help me feel happier any more often than I already do (sometimes I feel outright joyful). But, I can't feel it till my body produces the right recipe for it -- oops, no sugar, guess I have a loaf of bread instead of the intended cake; oops, no veggies, guess we just have salt water instead of the intended soup.
I am no good at cooking. I spend all my energy using a check list so that later in the day I don't have to ponder over whether or not I had breakfast, or when the last time I had a bath (and whether or not I washed my hair). I don't have left over energy to plan a fully fresh meal with raw ingredients, but that does sound lovely doesn't it?
Doomsday prepping? Not me; it wouldn't really make sense to prep for the end of modern society to survive in a new third world existence, when I can barely keep up now even with most of the tools for survival within easy reach.
Kimpersonal
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Hi again 712xx. Again we ponder life in a similar manner. The words you choose articulate ideas that run deeper than a mere surface read. Strongholds ... so many of them to bind us into thought patterns that we know are unhealthy (when times are good) yet seem unable to fully change.
As far as an end being near ... I think PTSD brings with it a sense of imminent danger due to the anxiety and and a sense of hovering doom due to the depression. We have felt the very real possibility of death, many of us, thus are compelled to think about our own mortality (and others'mortality) in ways that "normals" do not. Mix this in with avoidance behaviors and you have the ingredients for countless soup and stew possibilities! The variety of triggers we bring are the spices and seasonings for added flavor and zest. All of these things come together and simmer if/when we dissociate and the end result is eye-watering instead of mouth-watering!
So, what if you do the gardening and I cook the vegatables you grow? I like to cook ... be creative with food but in a comfort way, not in a french cuisine-one small morsel under a shiny dome way. lol. We would be a good team for survival in this new third world life if/when it actually occurs.
Water conservation will be important ... since baths and showers are things that take effort or reminders and water is in short supply ... I suppose that leaves more water to drink and utilize for cooking! lmao. I'm good with just rolling in dust like many animals do. (like hermit crabs scrub themselves with sand ... ouch!).
As far as joy? Being content through miserable times? We must have found SOMETHING that gave us the will to keep going this far, right? Sure, others see us as negative or toxic ... that works to our benefit because they won't come looking for us or take a chance on being caught trying to steal our humble supplies, for that matter! Who the hell needs a weapon when I have residual build up of rage ready to unleash on the first dough-head who thinks I am weaker than he/she is? I can take their attempt to abuse me now and turn it on them like a rabid wolf!
Nuclear radiation? I emit that from my pores I think ... perhaps I will have built up enough immunity to that toxin that I can eat/drink from a waste site without doing any more damage than has already been done. Survival of the fittest ... we have had much practice at survival in the most cruel hands that we had the opportunity to be challenged with.
I almost regard PTSD as a sort of vaccination against further potential trauma ... like getting chicken pox from a needle makes one more resilient from the full on infection.
If I disappear in the blink of an eye ... well that is absolutely fine by me. I welcome the chance to abandon this place and hopefully land on cool, lush pastures (I've been called a cow ... I can chew grass and have 4 stomachs to digest it, too). If I find myself roasting over an open fire? Well ... I suppose it is not much different than what life here has felt like all along. I will scorch into one tough weiner/whiner and maybe smell like a burnt marshmallow, then. Burnt sugar smells sort of enticing in a strange way.
I can put silver lining around the darkest clouds ... and put the darkest clouds smack dab in the middle of the clearest blue sky. Depending on the circumstances I can be the devil's advocate or God's advocate. Where I find the most conflict within myself is when I "pretend" to agree with others for the sake of a "peace" that my 6th sense says is false and has never proven to hold any merit to the other 5 senses!
If the world changes/ends ... I am ready. I may not be fully prepared ... but I am ready, nonetheless! Why make plans? The rug gets pulled out from under whatever achievement I set my heart upon ... so I have learned to adapt and roll with whatever the wind blows. (Picture the hermit crab tumbling along in a tsunami or in a typhoon/hurricane. My shell might crack/break, but if I do not die, I will always find another shell or construct one out of recyclables. lol. I ain't picky anymore).
Who needs matching socks anyways?
I hope this letter finds you doing well ... in spite of ... whatever,
Kim.
As far as an end being near ... I think PTSD brings with it a sense of imminent danger due to the anxiety and and a sense of hovering doom due to the depression. We have felt the very real possibility of death, many of us, thus are compelled to think about our own mortality (and others'mortality) in ways that "normals" do not. Mix this in with avoidance behaviors and you have the ingredients for countless soup and stew possibilities! The variety of triggers we bring are the spices and seasonings for added flavor and zest. All of these things come together and simmer if/when we dissociate and the end result is eye-watering instead of mouth-watering!
So, what if you do the gardening and I cook the vegatables you grow? I like to cook ... be creative with food but in a comfort way, not in a french cuisine-one small morsel under a shiny dome way. lol. We would be a good team for survival in this new third world life if/when it actually occurs.
Water conservation will be important ... since baths and showers are things that take effort or reminders and water is in short supply ... I suppose that leaves more water to drink and utilize for cooking! lmao. I'm good with just rolling in dust like many animals do. (like hermit crabs scrub themselves with sand ... ouch!).
As far as joy? Being content through miserable times? We must have found SOMETHING that gave us the will to keep going this far, right? Sure, others see us as negative or toxic ... that works to our benefit because they won't come looking for us or take a chance on being caught trying to steal our humble supplies, for that matter! Who the hell needs a weapon when I have residual build up of rage ready to unleash on the first dough-head who thinks I am weaker than he/she is? I can take their attempt to abuse me now and turn it on them like a rabid wolf!
Nuclear radiation? I emit that from my pores I think ... perhaps I will have built up enough immunity to that toxin that I can eat/drink from a waste site without doing any more damage than has already been done. Survival of the fittest ... we have had much practice at survival in the most cruel hands that we had the opportunity to be challenged with.
I almost regard PTSD as a sort of vaccination against further potential trauma ... like getting chicken pox from a needle makes one more resilient from the full on infection.
If I disappear in the blink of an eye ... well that is absolutely fine by me. I welcome the chance to abandon this place and hopefully land on cool, lush pastures (I've been called a cow ... I can chew grass and have 4 stomachs to digest it, too). If I find myself roasting over an open fire? Well ... I suppose it is not much different than what life here has felt like all along. I will scorch into one tough weiner/whiner and maybe smell like a burnt marshmallow, then. Burnt sugar smells sort of enticing in a strange way.
I can put silver lining around the darkest clouds ... and put the darkest clouds smack dab in the middle of the clearest blue sky. Depending on the circumstances I can be the devil's advocate or God's advocate. Where I find the most conflict within myself is when I "pretend" to agree with others for the sake of a "peace" that my 6th sense says is false and has never proven to hold any merit to the other 5 senses!
If the world changes/ends ... I am ready. I may not be fully prepared ... but I am ready, nonetheless! Why make plans? The rug gets pulled out from under whatever achievement I set my heart upon ... so I have learned to adapt and roll with whatever the wind blows. (Picture the hermit crab tumbling along in a tsunami or in a typhoon/hurricane. My shell might crack/break, but if I do not die, I will always find another shell or construct one out of recyclables. lol. I ain't picky anymore).
Who needs matching socks anyways?
I hope this letter finds you doing well ... in spite of ... whatever,
Kim.
I was straddling two tall cliffs with a storm coming my way for a little while. Your post gave me a rope and anchored me to the mountain. That was really good. I may have to read that again later, and maybe again just to be thoroughly compulsive, rather than crumbing myself with a blend of misery and sadness.
It is good to turn the mattress every so often. The bed we make for ourselves now, can be frivolous, cathartic, practical, or something else. I am grateful to have a bed, and walls and ceiling cocooning it. I appreciate the sarcastic wit of early 'House' episodes. My senses can feel other things besides the sticky, thick vat of tar that boils, bubbles, and pops out of me from time to time. If I get anything gross on anyone's shoes, I'm sorry. Grief tends to make me step in a lot of unwelcome emotions; mine and other's.
The threads in a forum can be like putting on someone else's hat. You don't know if it is clean, or if it has lice, or if they dropped it in poison ivy an hour ago. Sometimes I don't even care. If I break out in a rash, well, maybe the OP will enjoy some company. Other times I find solice that soothes my headache. Thanks for sharing your magic hat, Kim. It was pretty amazing. If I had to share a doomsday bunker, you'd be on my check list.
It is good to turn the mattress every so often. The bed we make for ourselves now, can be frivolous, cathartic, practical, or something else. I am grateful to have a bed, and walls and ceiling cocooning it. I appreciate the sarcastic wit of early 'House' episodes. My senses can feel other things besides the sticky, thick vat of tar that boils, bubbles, and pops out of me from time to time. If I get anything gross on anyone's shoes, I'm sorry. Grief tends to make me step in a lot of unwelcome emotions; mine and other's.
The threads in a forum can be like putting on someone else's hat. You don't know if it is clean, or if it has lice, or if they dropped it in poison ivy an hour ago. Sometimes I don't even care. If I break out in a rash, well, maybe the OP will enjoy some company. Other times I find solice that soothes my headache. Thanks for sharing your magic hat, Kim. It was pretty amazing. If I had to share a doomsday bunker, you'd be on my check list.
Kimpersonal
Silver Member
Dammit ... I had a bunch more written in a sequel post and lost it with the slip of a thumb! AAAaaargh! Who cares .... not doing much anyway so I will begin again and retravel the winding and weird journey I was taking in my head ... leaving a long word trail to follow in it's wake. (like a mollusk leaves a track of slime to slowly dry in the sun, except I am a bipedal creature dragging my ass today).
This is going to be a very, very, very, extremely long and deep post of the silliness that buffets against the inside of my skull. It should likely go into the diary section of the forum here ... but alas, much of what I think about is in regards to prophecy, history repeating itself and the nuances of spirituality, evolution, religion and science. My thoughts and my writings all seem to take this direction and I believe this is the way my mind bent through genetics and environmental conditioning that worked hand in hand. I am the person I was created to become, you could say.
My Father is a genius ... I mean this quite literally. The man has an extraodinarily high IQ and his standards for my Brother and I were nearly impossible to attain. If we did not satisfactorily achieve according to his narcissitic expectations we were ignored and treated to long durations of his silence and disdain. In our home, this WAS our protector ... he was not our primary abuser. That role was happily accepted by our loving Mother who deemed it her right to discipline us in the ways of torture and nurture us with an appreciation of all things sadistic. She has 36 personalities ... an acute case of Multiple Personality Disorder making our lives like a box of chocolates with varied tastes and textures sure to delight or disgust any guest ... only the choices weren't offered to guests who never knew what went on before they arrived for dinner or after they left with smiles and full bellies, closing the gate of our white picket fence gently behind them.
Mom's disorder stems from ritual abuse in the confines of a family who practiced the occult with their many friends. Her Brother and Sister both have shared with me their own memories which support my Mother's claims of the satanic/occult nature of their childhoods. Bibles are to be destroyed ... God is a jerk who doesn't help people ... control and power mean everything and can be achieved by summoning the right dark entities to assist you in these goals. She couldn't hack the notion of church ... she saw gargoyles and other "monsters" decending upon her if she had to attend a church wedding for anyone. Would literally pee herself! I can remember trying to comfort her (get her to stop hyperventilating, really) on the outside property of more than one church while everyone else was happily tossing confetti/rice to make the squirrels and birds bloat up and die their painful deaths. But she was the life of the reception an hour or two later??? Laughing and dancing as if she hadn't just spoke about the demons during the wedding service????
Dad would mock all of this and poke fun at it. Mom was an idiot, he would tell us. We weren't to worry because there was no such thing as God ... no such thing as hell or demons or heaven or angels. If we wanted to read the Bible, we were given his "blessing" to do so, but he hoped we would regard it as only one of the best fairy tales ever written. He said if we were interested in more fairy tales that the Koran and the Torah were pretty interesting choices, also. His TRUE hope was that we would outgrow any interest in such silliness and focus our intelligence on scientific discoveries and acquiring mathematical/musical genius. He sure played a mean banjo! My Brother played the accordian. I play classical/acoustic guitar. Mom catterwalled and called it singing. We sounded like Beverly Hillbillies ... Deliverance ... I thought of us as the Adam's Family Band!!! Partridge family on the cutting edge of insanity or Donny and Marie blaring instruments and voices from the abyss!!!!
At all of the above imagery ... I reread it and quake with fear, yet laugh hysterically at the very same time. Go figure ... it was Dad who suffered from night terrors. Mom slept like a baby until he sleep-walked and nearly strangled her during the night. Bruises in the shape of fingers around her throat substantiated her fear that he was not himself when he had his nightmares. Dad never remembers the dream. Yet ... get this ... his Brother will have a nightmare on those same nights. They used to phone each other and make sure the other was okay??? WTF??? But "Mom" was the superstitious "idiot"??? Why did our dogs love him while he was awake then ... and howl at the door with the hair on their backs raised in fear begging to be let out to run away??? And why did our dogs lay happily at Mom's feet during the night ... but both hid from her under my bed with me or in my closet with me during the day??? Those dogs are gone now ... happily no longer suffering from their own poor mental health symptoms and body injuries!! I wish I was a bitch ... unfortunately I am a cow, or so I've been told. Maybe a space-ship will come and do experiments on me ... replace me in a field of crop-circles somewhere??? ROFL.
(at this point I want to quickly insert that this was NOT the tone of my original sequel ... somebody spun me on my butt and I am making a post-haste trail this way now! The last one was more about Egyptians, Mayans, Aliens, skull shapes, human sacrifices, brain anatomy/chemistry, the pineal gland, the 3rd eye and the Catholic church???? Area 51 and 52 .... government conspiracy ... military ... mind control/mkultra ... missing children ... hollywood. I assure you all ... I will get to all of that in due time. It all plays a part in the reasons for hypervigilance and dissociation in this life I am blessed to call mine. Oh yes ... there was metaphoric usage of E.T. and Marvin Martian for just a touch of humor to lighten the truly macabre links between points in scientific evolution of our species. I will pass out bags of reeses pieces for your dining entertainment when I get to that ... and apples of course when I discuss passages from Genesis that support the presence of "aliens" in the Bible. THIS post screams for beer or some good weed ... and chocolate covered bugs in a bowl to pass around. Peanuts roasted in the shell maybe, so you have something to fidget with that makes noise to drown out the din of my voice??? If you are allergic to peanuts ... ummm ... what can I serve you? How about sunflower seeds? Go ahead and spit the shells on the floor ... I will vaccuum them later, no worries. Or the guinea pigs will take care of them. Whatever.)
*** Why are you all backing away slowly with your fingers forming hex-sign or marking stations of the cross over yourselves? I cannot bite you because this is the computer ... only virtual reality ... right? If you sense there are subliminal messages coming through your computer, those messages were not put there by me!! I am techno stupid and can barely navigate the world wide web of destruction!! No, those subliminal messages you are now worried about are contained in the pixels ... they were inscribed in the pixels by members of the freemasons religion and the illuminati and the bilderberg group. Those are the people who have sold their souls for the ways and means to control our minds. They have scientists and top minds working at area 51 to put the knowledge of "aliens" and/or demons into action for tangible results. Think of the wealth accumulated by each new techno gadget that comes on the market .... do you really think you NEED it?
I think Bill Gates and others working with him just want the additional profits to build the underground bunkers they need to keep themselves safe while they sacrifice the world that helped them achieve their discreet termite mounds. I hope they end up covered in melted chocolate!! Wait ... that doesn't smell like chocolate!!! Okay ... I won't argue with the military defending the doors to the "safe" places they want to hide in like a bunch of moles. I'll take my chances on top of the dirt, thank you very much!!! ***
Okay ... where was I? Oh yes ... mommy dearest and father no-time for me. So ... my Mom started calling me a slut/whore/other disgusting things when I was 3 or 4. But I never had my hips spread apart against my will until I was 7 or so ... that being at the urgent request of a male babysitter who took a liking to the pictures in the magazines behind my parent's bed. How did my Mom know I was going to be a slut to be used by males like a blow-up doll without physical or emotional feeling? Was she psychic or something? Or did she just know that a curse over me was set in place by my Grandfather and his friends who performed rituals over her womb while she was still a virgin?
To her credit ... she did try to spare me from this spiralling vortex of shame and indignity a few times. I mean sure, my body is all here still, but my mind is in some bermuda triangle type of place ... sucked away to who knows f*cking where? Oh, The Places You'll Go! Dr. Seuss was warning us of political powers in Yertle the Turtle ... did ya know that? He was warning about people like Adolf Hitler! And what the hell was Disney suggesting in Fantasia/ Alice in Wonderland / Peter Pan??? Even Winnie the freakin' Pooh is tied to occult activities for shit's sake! Kids are taught to escape to worlds of fantasy to endure the exquisite pain that is ripping their minds into pieces!!! Each piece is intended to house the event ... but also perhaps a psychic gift ... like out of body experience ... or telekinesis ... or mental telepathy. These are superhuman weapons in the hands of the people who want to extort this power/ability to further their own agendas of dominance and wealth!!!! Take your shrinking formula with just a spoonful of sugar (think the meds that ADHD et al need to take) to make it cross the palate without making a fuss!!! Once drugged adequately they can use power of suggestion ... music ... movies ... to fill the mind with their purpose for you. And if you come close to telling anyone ... you might just have a breakdown and commit suicide too!!! Right, Marilyn Monroe? Right Whitney Houston? Right Amy Winehouse? Madonna has a 3rd eye patch on the back of her jacket at the superbowl ... but hey ... nothing to worry about because it is "just entertainment". WAKE UP WORLD!!!!
So ... in this utterly crazy-making land of scientific exploration/ spiritual gifting ... much experimentation has gone on in this last century. A lot of it fell apart and broken people with mental disorders are simply collateral damage in the bigger picture that the elite keep their 3rd eyes on!!! Evil f*ckers they are! The Bible suggests a time to love and a time to hate ... a time to war and a time of peace ... to everything a season unto heaven. It is for the Birds and it "Turn -turn-turns" my stomach like Janis Joplin's did when she died from this occult phenomenon that nobody seems to see going on all around us!!!
My Mother did not receive a special "super-race" gift like Mr. Hitler would have paid his teeth to find through the experimentation done during the third reich. Thus she was disposed of ... as were her siblings ... and all of us offspring wait and see what we may/may not be pre-disposed to do. I wonder if my meds are making my "gifts" stronger or weaker? Will I use these for good or for evil? Who controls my head-space today? I'm sure not going to marry a genius like my Father to pull my puppet strings ... I guarantee you that much!!!
I have not one compulsion whatsoever to purchase a holographic television transmitter either. Just what would that image be in my living room eerily reflecting the experiences in my memory bank? Clockwork Orange is a cake walk by comparison, if you ask me! But to each his own decision to make regarding the fate of their sanity and their soul ... free will and all. Freedom is only a right if you exorcise (push away/push out) what holds you in bondage.
If one manages to break the chains of LIES and DECEPTIONS in the origins of their thinking ... this needs to be replaced with truth. Even ugly truth is better than lies laced with honey at the bottom of Pooh Bear's "mason" jars.
Did you know there are 33 levels in the masonic order? Did you know there is a 33 club in Disneyland that is like an expensive country club that virtually nobody can afford? (except the elite???) Did you know the original address of Disneyland was 1313 Harbour Blvd ... Annaheim, California? Did you know M is the 13th letter of the alphabet and Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse therefore have anagrammed bathtowels that say 1313 on them? Please think again about poor Marilyn Monroe ... Marilyn Manson .... and even Charles Manson (whose bathtowel would say 3-13 on it).
I don't even believe "Disney" was his name ... I have a wild hunch his name was really Sidney! Robin Hood stole from the rich to give to the poor. But Disney overcharges for stuffed animals of every f*cking variety to shut their kids up who are screaming for the latest and greatest TOY!!! Adults are being controlled by their children who are being controlled by sneaky marketing techniques. WAKE UP WORLD!!!! Disney's hood is on backwards in my brain. Sort of like wearing a mental-ward hospital gown in reverse and his perverted genitals are showing like a flasher in central park!!!!
I think one of my cousins (taken from my aunt after he was born) might have been taken by the cult and sacrificed. Of course, there would NEVER be any proof .... would there? Only the suspicion and hunch of a second generation torture survivor with some odd ability to piece tidbits of information together into a daisy-chain princess tiara (or is it hemlock?).
Okay ... nuff said for now. Gotta vaccuum up the peanut shells and sunflower seeds ... but at least I can whistle while I work. The birds and squirrels are making me a nice dress to wear to church one day. Doubt I'll wear it though. I ain't marrying no demon!!! My ex-husband was bad enough! lmao!
I wonder if I can trade in these sweepings in the dust-pan for reeses pieces ... or M&M's? What is your favorite color 13&13??? What is in red dye #6 that should make us save those for last? Why do I want Coca-Cola so badly? (C=3 in our alphabet, just so y'all know).
These are things I will ask God ... if/when I meet Him.
Otherwise, I'm saving my share of the candy coated pills to shove up the ass of the first thing that crosses my path in the other place that doesn't exist according to my Father ... the Dad who roars in his sleep like he is from a distant place of anguish. Maybe I'll have to shove them up his ass? Just for making my Mother do his dirty work for him after he left for work? By the time I am done ... he will be seeing red from the last ones I pack up there!
At last .... I bow down in shame ... asking yet again for Jesus Christ to cleanse me from all sin and wash the stench out of my nostrils.
Kim.
This is going to be a very, very, very, extremely long and deep post of the silliness that buffets against the inside of my skull. It should likely go into the diary section of the forum here ... but alas, much of what I think about is in regards to prophecy, history repeating itself and the nuances of spirituality, evolution, religion and science. My thoughts and my writings all seem to take this direction and I believe this is the way my mind bent through genetics and environmental conditioning that worked hand in hand. I am the person I was created to become, you could say.
My Father is a genius ... I mean this quite literally. The man has an extraodinarily high IQ and his standards for my Brother and I were nearly impossible to attain. If we did not satisfactorily achieve according to his narcissitic expectations we were ignored and treated to long durations of his silence and disdain. In our home, this WAS our protector ... he was not our primary abuser. That role was happily accepted by our loving Mother who deemed it her right to discipline us in the ways of torture and nurture us with an appreciation of all things sadistic. She has 36 personalities ... an acute case of Multiple Personality Disorder making our lives like a box of chocolates with varied tastes and textures sure to delight or disgust any guest ... only the choices weren't offered to guests who never knew what went on before they arrived for dinner or after they left with smiles and full bellies, closing the gate of our white picket fence gently behind them.
Mom's disorder stems from ritual abuse in the confines of a family who practiced the occult with their many friends. Her Brother and Sister both have shared with me their own memories which support my Mother's claims of the satanic/occult nature of their childhoods. Bibles are to be destroyed ... God is a jerk who doesn't help people ... control and power mean everything and can be achieved by summoning the right dark entities to assist you in these goals. She couldn't hack the notion of church ... she saw gargoyles and other "monsters" decending upon her if she had to attend a church wedding for anyone. Would literally pee herself! I can remember trying to comfort her (get her to stop hyperventilating, really) on the outside property of more than one church while everyone else was happily tossing confetti/rice to make the squirrels and birds bloat up and die their painful deaths. But she was the life of the reception an hour or two later??? Laughing and dancing as if she hadn't just spoke about the demons during the wedding service????
Dad would mock all of this and poke fun at it. Mom was an idiot, he would tell us. We weren't to worry because there was no such thing as God ... no such thing as hell or demons or heaven or angels. If we wanted to read the Bible, we were given his "blessing" to do so, but he hoped we would regard it as only one of the best fairy tales ever written. He said if we were interested in more fairy tales that the Koran and the Torah were pretty interesting choices, also. His TRUE hope was that we would outgrow any interest in such silliness and focus our intelligence on scientific discoveries and acquiring mathematical/musical genius. He sure played a mean banjo! My Brother played the accordian. I play classical/acoustic guitar. Mom catterwalled and called it singing. We sounded like Beverly Hillbillies ... Deliverance ... I thought of us as the Adam's Family Band!!! Partridge family on the cutting edge of insanity or Donny and Marie blaring instruments and voices from the abyss!!!!
At all of the above imagery ... I reread it and quake with fear, yet laugh hysterically at the very same time. Go figure ... it was Dad who suffered from night terrors. Mom slept like a baby until he sleep-walked and nearly strangled her during the night. Bruises in the shape of fingers around her throat substantiated her fear that he was not himself when he had his nightmares. Dad never remembers the dream. Yet ... get this ... his Brother will have a nightmare on those same nights. They used to phone each other and make sure the other was okay??? WTF??? But "Mom" was the superstitious "idiot"??? Why did our dogs love him while he was awake then ... and howl at the door with the hair on their backs raised in fear begging to be let out to run away??? And why did our dogs lay happily at Mom's feet during the night ... but both hid from her under my bed with me or in my closet with me during the day??? Those dogs are gone now ... happily no longer suffering from their own poor mental health symptoms and body injuries!! I wish I was a bitch ... unfortunately I am a cow, or so I've been told. Maybe a space-ship will come and do experiments on me ... replace me in a field of crop-circles somewhere??? ROFL.
(at this point I want to quickly insert that this was NOT the tone of my original sequel ... somebody spun me on my butt and I am making a post-haste trail this way now! The last one was more about Egyptians, Mayans, Aliens, skull shapes, human sacrifices, brain anatomy/chemistry, the pineal gland, the 3rd eye and the Catholic church???? Area 51 and 52 .... government conspiracy ... military ... mind control/mkultra ... missing children ... hollywood. I assure you all ... I will get to all of that in due time. It all plays a part in the reasons for hypervigilance and dissociation in this life I am blessed to call mine. Oh yes ... there was metaphoric usage of E.T. and Marvin Martian for just a touch of humor to lighten the truly macabre links between points in scientific evolution of our species. I will pass out bags of reeses pieces for your dining entertainment when I get to that ... and apples of course when I discuss passages from Genesis that support the presence of "aliens" in the Bible. THIS post screams for beer or some good weed ... and chocolate covered bugs in a bowl to pass around. Peanuts roasted in the shell maybe, so you have something to fidget with that makes noise to drown out the din of my voice??? If you are allergic to peanuts ... ummm ... what can I serve you? How about sunflower seeds? Go ahead and spit the shells on the floor ... I will vaccuum them later, no worries. Or the guinea pigs will take care of them. Whatever.)
*** Why are you all backing away slowly with your fingers forming hex-sign or marking stations of the cross over yourselves? I cannot bite you because this is the computer ... only virtual reality ... right? If you sense there are subliminal messages coming through your computer, those messages were not put there by me!! I am techno stupid and can barely navigate the world wide web of destruction!! No, those subliminal messages you are now worried about are contained in the pixels ... they were inscribed in the pixels by members of the freemasons religion and the illuminati and the bilderberg group. Those are the people who have sold their souls for the ways and means to control our minds. They have scientists and top minds working at area 51 to put the knowledge of "aliens" and/or demons into action for tangible results. Think of the wealth accumulated by each new techno gadget that comes on the market .... do you really think you NEED it?
I think Bill Gates and others working with him just want the additional profits to build the underground bunkers they need to keep themselves safe while they sacrifice the world that helped them achieve their discreet termite mounds. I hope they end up covered in melted chocolate!! Wait ... that doesn't smell like chocolate!!! Okay ... I won't argue with the military defending the doors to the "safe" places they want to hide in like a bunch of moles. I'll take my chances on top of the dirt, thank you very much!!! ***
Okay ... where was I? Oh yes ... mommy dearest and father no-time for me. So ... my Mom started calling me a slut/whore/other disgusting things when I was 3 or 4. But I never had my hips spread apart against my will until I was 7 or so ... that being at the urgent request of a male babysitter who took a liking to the pictures in the magazines behind my parent's bed. How did my Mom know I was going to be a slut to be used by males like a blow-up doll without physical or emotional feeling? Was she psychic or something? Or did she just know that a curse over me was set in place by my Grandfather and his friends who performed rituals over her womb while she was still a virgin?
To her credit ... she did try to spare me from this spiralling vortex of shame and indignity a few times. I mean sure, my body is all here still, but my mind is in some bermuda triangle type of place ... sucked away to who knows f*cking where? Oh, The Places You'll Go! Dr. Seuss was warning us of political powers in Yertle the Turtle ... did ya know that? He was warning about people like Adolf Hitler! And what the hell was Disney suggesting in Fantasia/ Alice in Wonderland / Peter Pan??? Even Winnie the freakin' Pooh is tied to occult activities for shit's sake! Kids are taught to escape to worlds of fantasy to endure the exquisite pain that is ripping their minds into pieces!!! Each piece is intended to house the event ... but also perhaps a psychic gift ... like out of body experience ... or telekinesis ... or mental telepathy. These are superhuman weapons in the hands of the people who want to extort this power/ability to further their own agendas of dominance and wealth!!!! Take your shrinking formula with just a spoonful of sugar (think the meds that ADHD et al need to take) to make it cross the palate without making a fuss!!! Once drugged adequately they can use power of suggestion ... music ... movies ... to fill the mind with their purpose for you. And if you come close to telling anyone ... you might just have a breakdown and commit suicide too!!! Right, Marilyn Monroe? Right Whitney Houston? Right Amy Winehouse? Madonna has a 3rd eye patch on the back of her jacket at the superbowl ... but hey ... nothing to worry about because it is "just entertainment". WAKE UP WORLD!!!!
So ... in this utterly crazy-making land of scientific exploration/ spiritual gifting ... much experimentation has gone on in this last century. A lot of it fell apart and broken people with mental disorders are simply collateral damage in the bigger picture that the elite keep their 3rd eyes on!!! Evil f*ckers they are! The Bible suggests a time to love and a time to hate ... a time to war and a time of peace ... to everything a season unto heaven. It is for the Birds and it "Turn -turn-turns" my stomach like Janis Joplin's did when she died from this occult phenomenon that nobody seems to see going on all around us!!!
My Mother did not receive a special "super-race" gift like Mr. Hitler would have paid his teeth to find through the experimentation done during the third reich. Thus she was disposed of ... as were her siblings ... and all of us offspring wait and see what we may/may not be pre-disposed to do. I wonder if my meds are making my "gifts" stronger or weaker? Will I use these for good or for evil? Who controls my head-space today? I'm sure not going to marry a genius like my Father to pull my puppet strings ... I guarantee you that much!!!
I have not one compulsion whatsoever to purchase a holographic television transmitter either. Just what would that image be in my living room eerily reflecting the experiences in my memory bank? Clockwork Orange is a cake walk by comparison, if you ask me! But to each his own decision to make regarding the fate of their sanity and their soul ... free will and all. Freedom is only a right if you exorcise (push away/push out) what holds you in bondage.
If one manages to break the chains of LIES and DECEPTIONS in the origins of their thinking ... this needs to be replaced with truth. Even ugly truth is better than lies laced with honey at the bottom of Pooh Bear's "mason" jars.
Did you know there are 33 levels in the masonic order? Did you know there is a 33 club in Disneyland that is like an expensive country club that virtually nobody can afford? (except the elite???) Did you know the original address of Disneyland was 1313 Harbour Blvd ... Annaheim, California? Did you know M is the 13th letter of the alphabet and Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse therefore have anagrammed bathtowels that say 1313 on them? Please think again about poor Marilyn Monroe ... Marilyn Manson .... and even Charles Manson (whose bathtowel would say 3-13 on it).
I don't even believe "Disney" was his name ... I have a wild hunch his name was really Sidney! Robin Hood stole from the rich to give to the poor. But Disney overcharges for stuffed animals of every f*cking variety to shut their kids up who are screaming for the latest and greatest TOY!!! Adults are being controlled by their children who are being controlled by sneaky marketing techniques. WAKE UP WORLD!!!! Disney's hood is on backwards in my brain. Sort of like wearing a mental-ward hospital gown in reverse and his perverted genitals are showing like a flasher in central park!!!!
I think one of my cousins (taken from my aunt after he was born) might have been taken by the cult and sacrificed. Of course, there would NEVER be any proof .... would there? Only the suspicion and hunch of a second generation torture survivor with some odd ability to piece tidbits of information together into a daisy-chain princess tiara (or is it hemlock?).
Okay ... nuff said for now. Gotta vaccuum up the peanut shells and sunflower seeds ... but at least I can whistle while I work. The birds and squirrels are making me a nice dress to wear to church one day. Doubt I'll wear it though. I ain't marrying no demon!!! My ex-husband was bad enough! lmao!
I wonder if I can trade in these sweepings in the dust-pan for reeses pieces ... or M&M's? What is your favorite color 13&13??? What is in red dye #6 that should make us save those for last? Why do I want Coca-Cola so badly? (C=3 in our alphabet, just so y'all know).
These are things I will ask God ... if/when I meet Him.
Otherwise, I'm saving my share of the candy coated pills to shove up the ass of the first thing that crosses my path in the other place that doesn't exist according to my Father ... the Dad who roars in his sleep like he is from a distant place of anguish. Maybe I'll have to shove them up his ass? Just for making my Mother do his dirty work for him after he left for work? By the time I am done ... he will be seeing red from the last ones I pack up there!
At last .... I bow down in shame ... asking yet again for Jesus Christ to cleanse me from all sin and wash the stench out of my nostrils.
Kim.
Kimpersonal
Silver Member
Hi again. The cane in an invisible hand hauled me off of this stage for a little while. But I was determined to come back for an encore ... as all good cartoon characters like Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck like to do. The Final Word and Testament is very important to the ones who are listened to the least ... but have much to say!
So ... snapping and snarling like Tasmanian Devil ... I bust the walls down and eat the pieces of crate that encapsulated me and tried to ship me to Siberia to chill out. As Arnie would say, "I'll be back" ... or the little girl from Poltergeist, "Theyyyyy're Heeeeeeeeere!"
MGM Grand ... Using the alphabet/numeric occult language translates to 13 < 7 > 13 7. The number 7 is a sacred number ... 7 colors in rainbow ... 7 wonders of the world ... 7 basic notes in the C (3) scale ... 7 churches referred to in Revelation chapter of Bible ... 7 angels ... 7 trumpets ... 7 bowl judgements. Take a good hard look at the MGM Grand studios logo ... it very much resembles the logo for the freemasons ... the compass and square with the letter G (lower case god/grand master) in the centre. Coincidence? You decide. But think about some of the movies they have pumped out ... past and present ... the amount spent on those productions and the amount of profit returned. Again ... I see someone who has sold their own soul for a recipe to great power/control/wealth.
The number 3 is important because it is intended to symbolize the trinity in the Christian religion. If a dark entity exists (it does, IMO) it will seek to mimic the truth ... candy coat the toxin of lies/deception for the world to swallow. Lets take another look at Coca-Cola empire (3-3 empire!).
What propoganda might be embedded in today's "hit" movies? What advertisements do you see during these feature films? Take a good hard look for logos seeking to market themselves in these films too! There are links and connections to marketing/mind control all over the place. Think of the profits these companies make in a year. Think of how much money we shell out in a year for stupid things like M&M's and Cola ... how much we yearn to own the latest and greatest vehicle ... etc. We are like puppets ... like Pink Floyd's "the Wall" song lyrics. Brick in the wall? Pixel on the computer screen? What has us entranced these days and how much is it costing us in the end? Think beyond just pocket change and money in general ... what is it we are selling ourselves for ... spending all our time on? Keeping up with the Jones family, of course!!! It is important to fit in ... to not stand out ... to be accepted, liked, approved of ... loved? It ain't love folks if you have to drive a BMW. It ain't love if second hand clothing causes someone to cringe at you like a scumbag, either! WAKE UP WORLD!!!
Good Morning, Vietnam? Why did that just pop against my skull like an important Colonel of information? *M*A*S*H* triggers the vets ... why? BECAUSE THEY (the elite) LIKE TO KEEP YOU IN TOO MUCH PAIN TO THINK STRAIGHT !!! When you admit you are traumatized ... whether from child abuse or military duty or other destructive experiences ... what is the first thing a doctor wants to do to "help" us? Give it a second ... the answer will come ...
Prescription drugs??? Yes, I thought so. Pharmaceutical companies are making a fortune off of traumatized people and their families. Doctors get a kick-back for a lot of the prescriptions they write, also. Just go watch the movie "Sicko" and you will get this very clearly. The side-effects of many of these meds are counter-productive ... sometimes worse than the symptoms of the disorders we are seeking to control!!! Is that an accident? Or are they trying to bump-off "the weak"? CEO's of legal drug companies are a part of the < G > grand plan the evil "power-elite" have devised (intentionally? or are they puppets, also?) to achieve a manageable and sedated society ... trapped in low paying jobs with hours that would kill the most stubborn mule!
F*ck! Now I have to have Televangelists shitting their drivel into my weakened hopes for improvement??? Send them 100 bucks (or whatever I can afford) and they will send me a vial of tap-water that has been personally blessed (read: spit into) by "them". If I do this, I will be sure to find 10 fold that amount in my mailbox within the time-frame that I need before I lose the roof over my head because I spent to much at the pharmacy trying to control my damned paranoia??? Sounds like a < G > grand idea to me!!! I'm scared to rub that little vial the wrong way. What if "genies" rise up as if it is Aladdin's stupid lamp offering me yet more false hope? Or worse, what if it isn't a genie but instead MORE door-to-door thumpers-of-cult-material to bang on my head every Sunday morning? (Why do they work on Sunday? Well, because the other days are too sacred to work, I suppose, my child!)
I think of cult people like spawn ... swarms of locusts ... and like those insane walking brooms carrying pails of water in Mickey's: the Sorcerer's Apprentice! Who needs another zombie film or another vampire series when all you really need is a vial of saliva and tap-water that only costs a hundred or so bucks? And hey! It is waaaaay friggin' cheaper than anti-depressants-anti-anxiety-anti-psychotic sugar covered pills to open our sluggish eyes to our SUCKING realities, right? What is this tooth doing in my jugular vein? lmao.
I stare at the sharp fang in the palm of my hand. It looks too tiny to do that sort of damage! Like a little Mickey f*ckin Mouse tooth!
I look at the apple with a bite out of it ... the Macintosh logo (13-acintosh) ... I want to stick this tooth in that apple ... but it is made of hard plastic. Can't stick it in the celluloid apple that Snow White ate to fall into a trance, either. (You know the trance? The one that the puppet master can just kiss away while he tells you he will love you forever? oh puleeeeeeze!) That film is probably hidden away in the Hall of Witnesses that is really probably a tunnel behind Mount Rushmore. They can retrieve all their bags of evil tricks once it is safe to come up from out of their trillion dollar bunker beneath Colorado Airport!!! There is a neat mural at that airport ... a really friendly apocolyptic painting to welcome visitors to the USA! You should check it out sometime. The artist was almost as talented as the illuminated one who painted the ceiling of a famous cathedral!! And if that doesn't impress you ... maybe the statue out front of the airport entrance will! It is a fine rendition of the pale horse written about by John in Revelations. The horse is complete with realistic blue veins and eyes that glow red in the dark like lazer beams. Pretty cool effect if you have young children travelling with you on a trip to Disneyland!!! It will help prepare them for more wonderful special effects on a ride called "Land of the Little People" ... more dissociation into fantasy lands of lollipops to suck ... lollipops that have a penis after-taste and just a hint of sour apple.
Eve liked apples too ... well technically "fruit" ... unspecified "fruit". But according to one manufacturer of fine bottled beverages ... it was really a pomegranate. Which is why they take care to chew each seed in the ripened pomegranate with care and pride before they regurgitate it into a plastic bottle full of the same chemicals used in tranquilizers and our medications for improved mental health.
I really do not know ... but I have a suspicion/superstition ... that something really wants to hurt me and everyone else in the world. Call me crazy. I have PTSD so what the heck do I know.
Going to drink some apple juice (from concentrate) that has vitamin C and a few ingredients the tongue wasn't meant to pronounce (unless it is forked, perhaps). Then I'm going to take a dirt-nap. Don't worry ... I will wake up to the same hell soon enough just like Alice probably did. Like Peter-Pan didn't because he always stayed the same age. I get back up every day and climb back on the horse and ride into the sunset happily-ever-after. Isn't it Groundhog day? It is always Groundhog day! And war-themed video game soldiers always spring back to life when you switch the game-cube back on. Call them "super-soldiers" just like Adolf would have enlisted if the technology existed then.
Alas ... the fourth reich will have it developed it time. Time. Does anyone have the exact time? The Mayans only took the word of aliens. I don't trust those things and I don't think they are using the right clock or calendar. They have their own agenda to accomplish.
Good night, moon. The one the cow jumped over ... or was transported over ... before being returned to a farm ... mutilated of all DNA rich organs needed to clone our food supply. The farm across the world from the one with crop-circle instructions for creating an atom ... or an atomic bomb? Not too far away from the pyramids and Easter Island with the weird heads nobody knows who made or how the f*ck they got there!
The nephilim were pretty big and strong though, according to what is written in Genesis ... right after the part about the fall of man in Eden where the pomegranates grew but shouldn't have been chewed by that stupid woman named Eve. Who is dumb enough to listen to talking snakes? Besides those of us who have watched Disney movies and think Mickey is still cute even if he is an evil SOB with horns under those big ears, that is?
Going to talk to the hippie Guru named Jesus Christ sitting on the mountain top somewhere over the rainbow ...:barefoot:... will come back with some souvenirs of the ten commandments engraved onto spoons if I am fast enough.
Be excellent to each other while I am away, now!
Kim
So ... snapping and snarling like Tasmanian Devil ... I bust the walls down and eat the pieces of crate that encapsulated me and tried to ship me to Siberia to chill out. As Arnie would say, "I'll be back" ... or the little girl from Poltergeist, "Theyyyyy're Heeeeeeeeere!"
MGM Grand ... Using the alphabet/numeric occult language translates to 13 < 7 > 13 7. The number 7 is a sacred number ... 7 colors in rainbow ... 7 wonders of the world ... 7 basic notes in the C (3) scale ... 7 churches referred to in Revelation chapter of Bible ... 7 angels ... 7 trumpets ... 7 bowl judgements. Take a good hard look at the MGM Grand studios logo ... it very much resembles the logo for the freemasons ... the compass and square with the letter G (lower case god/grand master) in the centre. Coincidence? You decide. But think about some of the movies they have pumped out ... past and present ... the amount spent on those productions and the amount of profit returned. Again ... I see someone who has sold their own soul for a recipe to great power/control/wealth.
The number 3 is important because it is intended to symbolize the trinity in the Christian religion. If a dark entity exists (it does, IMO) it will seek to mimic the truth ... candy coat the toxin of lies/deception for the world to swallow. Lets take another look at Coca-Cola empire (3-3 empire!).
What propoganda might be embedded in today's "hit" movies? What advertisements do you see during these feature films? Take a good hard look for logos seeking to market themselves in these films too! There are links and connections to marketing/mind control all over the place. Think of the profits these companies make in a year. Think of how much money we shell out in a year for stupid things like M&M's and Cola ... how much we yearn to own the latest and greatest vehicle ... etc. We are like puppets ... like Pink Floyd's "the Wall" song lyrics. Brick in the wall? Pixel on the computer screen? What has us entranced these days and how much is it costing us in the end? Think beyond just pocket change and money in general ... what is it we are selling ourselves for ... spending all our time on? Keeping up with the Jones family, of course!!! It is important to fit in ... to not stand out ... to be accepted, liked, approved of ... loved? It ain't love folks if you have to drive a BMW. It ain't love if second hand clothing causes someone to cringe at you like a scumbag, either! WAKE UP WORLD!!!
Good Morning, Vietnam? Why did that just pop against my skull like an important Colonel of information? *M*A*S*H* triggers the vets ... why? BECAUSE THEY (the elite) LIKE TO KEEP YOU IN TOO MUCH PAIN TO THINK STRAIGHT !!! When you admit you are traumatized ... whether from child abuse or military duty or other destructive experiences ... what is the first thing a doctor wants to do to "help" us? Give it a second ... the answer will come ...
Prescription drugs??? Yes, I thought so. Pharmaceutical companies are making a fortune off of traumatized people and their families. Doctors get a kick-back for a lot of the prescriptions they write, also. Just go watch the movie "Sicko" and you will get this very clearly. The side-effects of many of these meds are counter-productive ... sometimes worse than the symptoms of the disorders we are seeking to control!!! Is that an accident? Or are they trying to bump-off "the weak"? CEO's of legal drug companies are a part of the < G > grand plan the evil "power-elite" have devised (intentionally? or are they puppets, also?) to achieve a manageable and sedated society ... trapped in low paying jobs with hours that would kill the most stubborn mule!
F*ck! Now I have to have Televangelists shitting their drivel into my weakened hopes for improvement??? Send them 100 bucks (or whatever I can afford) and they will send me a vial of tap-water that has been personally blessed (read: spit into) by "them". If I do this, I will be sure to find 10 fold that amount in my mailbox within the time-frame that I need before I lose the roof over my head because I spent to much at the pharmacy trying to control my damned paranoia??? Sounds like a < G > grand idea to me!!! I'm scared to rub that little vial the wrong way. What if "genies" rise up as if it is Aladdin's stupid lamp offering me yet more false hope? Or worse, what if it isn't a genie but instead MORE door-to-door thumpers-of-cult-material to bang on my head every Sunday morning? (Why do they work on Sunday? Well, because the other days are too sacred to work, I suppose, my child!)
I think of cult people like spawn ... swarms of locusts ... and like those insane walking brooms carrying pails of water in Mickey's: the Sorcerer's Apprentice! Who needs another zombie film or another vampire series when all you really need is a vial of saliva and tap-water that only costs a hundred or so bucks? And hey! It is waaaaay friggin' cheaper than anti-depressants-anti-anxiety-anti-psychotic sugar covered pills to open our sluggish eyes to our SUCKING realities, right? What is this tooth doing in my jugular vein? lmao.
I stare at the sharp fang in the palm of my hand. It looks too tiny to do that sort of damage! Like a little Mickey f*ckin Mouse tooth!
I look at the apple with a bite out of it ... the Macintosh logo (13-acintosh) ... I want to stick this tooth in that apple ... but it is made of hard plastic. Can't stick it in the celluloid apple that Snow White ate to fall into a trance, either. (You know the trance? The one that the puppet master can just kiss away while he tells you he will love you forever? oh puleeeeeeze!) That film is probably hidden away in the Hall of Witnesses that is really probably a tunnel behind Mount Rushmore. They can retrieve all their bags of evil tricks once it is safe to come up from out of their trillion dollar bunker beneath Colorado Airport!!! There is a neat mural at that airport ... a really friendly apocolyptic painting to welcome visitors to the USA! You should check it out sometime. The artist was almost as talented as the illuminated one who painted the ceiling of a famous cathedral!! And if that doesn't impress you ... maybe the statue out front of the airport entrance will! It is a fine rendition of the pale horse written about by John in Revelations. The horse is complete with realistic blue veins and eyes that glow red in the dark like lazer beams. Pretty cool effect if you have young children travelling with you on a trip to Disneyland!!! It will help prepare them for more wonderful special effects on a ride called "Land of the Little People" ... more dissociation into fantasy lands of lollipops to suck ... lollipops that have a penis after-taste and just a hint of sour apple.
Eve liked apples too ... well technically "fruit" ... unspecified "fruit". But according to one manufacturer of fine bottled beverages ... it was really a pomegranate. Which is why they take care to chew each seed in the ripened pomegranate with care and pride before they regurgitate it into a plastic bottle full of the same chemicals used in tranquilizers and our medications for improved mental health.
I really do not know ... but I have a suspicion/superstition ... that something really wants to hurt me and everyone else in the world. Call me crazy. I have PTSD so what the heck do I know.
Going to drink some apple juice (from concentrate) that has vitamin C and a few ingredients the tongue wasn't meant to pronounce (unless it is forked, perhaps). Then I'm going to take a dirt-nap. Don't worry ... I will wake up to the same hell soon enough just like Alice probably did. Like Peter-Pan didn't because he always stayed the same age. I get back up every day and climb back on the horse and ride into the sunset happily-ever-after. Isn't it Groundhog day? It is always Groundhog day! And war-themed video game soldiers always spring back to life when you switch the game-cube back on. Call them "super-soldiers" just like Adolf would have enlisted if the technology existed then.
Alas ... the fourth reich will have it developed it time. Time. Does anyone have the exact time? The Mayans only took the word of aliens. I don't trust those things and I don't think they are using the right clock or calendar. They have their own agenda to accomplish.
Good night, moon. The one the cow jumped over ... or was transported over ... before being returned to a farm ... mutilated of all DNA rich organs needed to clone our food supply. The farm across the world from the one with crop-circle instructions for creating an atom ... or an atomic bomb? Not too far away from the pyramids and Easter Island with the weird heads nobody knows who made or how the f*ck they got there!
The nephilim were pretty big and strong though, according to what is written in Genesis ... right after the part about the fall of man in Eden where the pomegranates grew but shouldn't have been chewed by that stupid woman named Eve. Who is dumb enough to listen to talking snakes? Besides those of us who have watched Disney movies and think Mickey is still cute even if he is an evil SOB with horns under those big ears, that is?
Going to talk to the hippie Guru named Jesus Christ sitting on the mountain top somewhere over the rainbow ...:barefoot:... will come back with some souvenirs of the ten commandments engraved onto spoons if I am fast enough.
Be excellent to each other while I am away, now!
Kim
Kimpersonal
Silver Member
This was a really unique and creative way to describe the journey through a forum, or a book, or a movie ... or anything that causes us to feel the intrinsic value of the experience itself. The conclusion is not always the most important part, is it? And obviously, neither is the cover!
So what if this place is meant for those of us with a disorder or 2 or 36 even? There is substance here. There is reality, humor and so many forms of intelligence that I cannot be bored for more than the occasional potty break! Everybody's Easter bonnet is meant to fit their own head perfectly ... but it is interesting to see the bottom of another person's brim, I think.
I mean, just when I believe somebody only owns one beanie ... they pull out a massive sombrero or an indian headdress to show you! You are right ... why worry about a contagious outbreak of lice? Or the itchy discomfort of poison folliage? This is flora and fauna with lessons to teach us ... and a right to live long enough to be passed to others. Life is too short to worry what others think of our hat collections!!
By the way ... you have an awesome hat with a wide brim that conceals you in the shade of mystery, 712xx. That is how I picture you, at least. Your hat(s) seem to have much more sophistication than my beanie with the spinner that makes me look like a pathetic buffoon! Care to trade for a little while if I promise to return yours without any new stains? Flashbacks tend to make me sweat a bit, so I regularly wash my beanie ... putting it twice through the spin cycle ... just to be sure it is properly disinfected ... I promise.
As far as that mountain and rope you have? Don't bother trying to bungee jump ... you will only float as if you are made of helium. Stay on solid ground until your wings are ready to take you where you choose. You will make the right choices for yourself, just like you have a hat made just for you. You walk with style and class ... in a class that many have not reached.
I don't mind the tar at all ... I'm quite comfortable with it, really. It is the goose-feathers that are now clinging to my feet and tickling my webbed toes that are a nuissance!!! :D
Maybe we are sort of like birds of a feather ... with different hats. Good thing ... or others might not be able to tell us apart!
See you on the flip-side! :cool:
Well, Kim, you are the collector of likes this day -- although, we are not very similar. I say that as a compliment. I have no where near the amount of IQ you possess, or any of the other charming (and sometimes scary) things in your tool bag. My hat is just a backwards baseball cap, sometimes a forward castro-style, in my second-hand clothes and naive 'needs' that no one would ever call sophisticated. I'm just a rogue worker bee, who, in trying not to sting my sisters or the queen because I had being in closed with too much choas in the hive, I flew away and decided I'd give up altruism for a more solitary existence.
Doomsday bunker mentality, without the fear of it all ending soon.
Doomsday bunker mentality, without the fear of it all ending soon.
Kimpersonal
Silver Member
I have a sonnet in my tool bag somewhere about bees ... a jury-like hive of them pouring out their verdict on someone they do not understand. Interesting you used a bee metaphor. Hmmmm.
The hamster is still running the wheel in my head ... but he is getting tired. I ought to let him sleep in the fluff for now. He's lived too many episodes of Jerry Springer and played too much russian roulette for one day.
By the way, the wheel is getting rusty and squeaks a lot ... so I was wondering if you have any monkey grease in your garage? Some people (like me) actually DO appreciate those who are altruistic ... and can return the same altruistic intentions. Solitude is awesome, I agree. Just please know you have a friend somewhere in another (invisible) bunker who cares. Knock on my shell whenever.
The hamster is still running the wheel in my head ... but he is getting tired. I ought to let him sleep in the fluff for now. He's lived too many episodes of Jerry Springer and played too much russian roulette for one day.
By the way, the wheel is getting rusty and squeaks a lot ... so I was wondering if you have any monkey grease in your garage? Some people (like me) actually DO appreciate those who are altruistic ... and can return the same altruistic intentions. Solitude is awesome, I agree. Just please know you have a friend somewhere in another (invisible) bunker who cares. Knock on my shell whenever.
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