1335h
More extra-conventional bizarre-ness while having breakfast. A drop of goat milk travelled laterally 5" and landed on the rim of the bowl of cereal I was eating, and then split in two with a continuing drop that went some 8" further to land on the table. I had never seen this one before, and having mere laterally flying drops wasn't enough any more. As always, this was unbidden by me and in no way could any of actions at the moment could be construed as causitive. I had a few other goat milk drops materializing from nowhere and doing laterals, some within the bowl and some further onto the table surface, and again, I was doing absolutely nothing that could be deemed as a putative source. I had never seen the split drop with a two hop trick before, and I wanted to make sure that my faithful readers would be the first to know that the perps are going extra beserk today. And likely for yet more inanity; stupider and stupider seems to describe their current mindset.
Other flailings was over the power supply unit (PSU) for this PC, which is planned for an upgrade to accomodate a video card some day. After months of reading reviews, bookmarking prospective models, entering them onto a spreadsheet, and some contact with a local PC builder, I now find out that he only deals with one brand, one called Sparkle/SPI who I had never heard of. I defered to his experience, some 18 years of PC building, and will get an big whopping 900W PSU in a week or so. This would be another perp classic stunt; spawning endless rounds of research, often goaded by a player who strangely doesn't reveal their hand until later in the game, only to find it was a totally useless endeavor. (He could of told me this a few days ago, but strangely didn't). Just to think, I might have to do this again over motherboards, memory, video cards, and who knows what else. I cannot complain too much though, he does have longevity and reliability as pre-eminent considerations, and for me, this is as good as it gets. The perps wouldn't let me install two sticks of memory a few months ago, even if it was dead easy; they shut down the PC and I was obliged to remove it and it then began working again. I had to disconnect the PC and lug it a block to a local PC shop and have them install it. Needless to say, the gangstalking force was out in spades for my public PC lugging.
1555h
I am being forced into vertical sleepiness after tea and chocolate, and while online. In additon, my vision is getting blurred and dithered. One of those hot days "reactions" it would seem.
1615h
More vertical near sleep conditions are being applied. All the while, hotrod noise is somehow "getting through" my earmuffs. I get hotrod noise at a rate of two per minute, which is considerable for this downtown neighborhood IMHO.
1625h
More dull reading online as I come to the end of my regular web sites to visit. They have also been flashing plasma clouds and beams in my vision; yellow and blue are popular, and as are the maser and vision hacking games. In the later they disrupt my vision to then have the online text swirl, fall into a pattern, or othewise distort with direct invasion of my visual cortex. I see the job board is significantly less today; the perps have been totally confining me for the minimal effort today.
2100h
The perps got me steaming annoyed at the car dealership cleaning job tonight; they fucked me out of remembering to clean the glass table near the glass doors, and then fucked me out of remembering to take the bottle of glass cleaner with me when departing that area. A 60'x2 extra round trip for the assholes, back and forth.
Other weird shit at work was the Sales staff all departing by 1830h when they work until 1900h at this time of year with the longer daylight hours. I have no idea as to why they vacated the premises early, save the perp's orchestration demands. They have been keeping me to exit work at the same sun position, due W. it would seem, casting shadows directly at me and aligned with the street that I am walking to return to this here apartment. This is useful for the perps to conduct backlighting of the subjects in front of me, reducing the availible contrast so they can get just the shape of the Unfavored specimen; guts, bald heads, red heads (extra hair color) etc. The "hurry" nonsense will also be in play tomorrow night as well, as the boss man claims he needs to get off work earlier for some kind of social event.
I also got plenty of plasma attacks, where it appears as a retina burn and keeps following me around no matter which direction I look, often changing color depending on the background colors; blues, to reds and then yellows is common, these squiggles of plasma arranged to pursue me. I am also getting a return of the linear yellow flashing/strobing lights each time I arrive back in the Parts section. As I turn in differing directions the assholes put some more of this irritating strobe effect "from" the inside surface of my glasses. I have no idea as to why they are so transfixed about this particular change in venue, and why they need to apply that particular kind of fuckery there.
The senseless 2 cycle motorcycle noise is getting plenty of airtime tonight; about one every two minutes, heard through the earmuffs.
I am also getting more red flashes in my peripherial vision, and separately, yellow flashes. As always, they fill my visual field with masers and plasma projections, so I am constantly seeing through this screen of visual fuckery. The assholes will go so far as total vision obstruction which ends up in a screaming match with the assholes, then they back off. Just stupider and stupider.
2110h
Knee and leg torquing torture tonight. This fucking imposed restlessness that pisses me off intensely.
2145h
More forced restless legs with vision impairing jerkarounds at the same time. It is the worst of tortures to be so fucking restless and one cannot do anything about it. I even get jabbed in the ass by some unseen and unconventional force as well.
2245h
I was finally driven from online activities by the restless legs jerkaround, and forced to read a book for some 20 minutes before they dithered my reading vision. They also played games with the appearence of the text, as it was seeming to lift off the page. The assholes often do this same stunt when online; strangely manipulating my reading such that the text appears to move forward of this LCD surface on which it lies. This reading and text manipulation bullshit has been relatively new, this year in fact, and represents a new level of being able to fuck someone's life.
This one is done for the day, dull and kept as it has been. Another round tomorrow of the same thing no doubt, enforced boredom.
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Friday, May 22, 2009
Friday, April 06, 2007
Good Bad Friday
1150h
The overhead pounding has arrived again, and is now jumping on any of the typo repairs that I make. Or more accurately, that I am mind-fucked into making. Stumbling on the most common words of the English language after 35 years of typing just didn't happen before.
1240h
Last night, after blogging off, the male banterers arrived for another round outside my window for their "chatting" in the dark end of the parking lot. This was no doubt linked in with discovering that the perps pulled a shit leakage stunt in my underwear, now becoming a regularity of at least once per week. This was ameliorated by taking a shower after taking a scripted crap, and they have been very consistent in having me take a shower just before I go to bed, something I wouldn't do ordinarily. The while changing my underwear, they wobbled me while I was on one foot, and sent me crashing into the furniture, and shaking it in the process. Causing vibrations, often with noise, is the main method of furthering their fuckery. All considered, it is fucking sick and depraved that I am not allowed to do anything without potential of being fucked with, which includes recovering from their myriad stunts.
The overhead pounding arrived about a half hour before lunch (per above), and then stopped immediately afterward. Similarly, this morning, it arrived before breakfast and then ended. My pre-meal jerkaround is becoming more consistent, though that won't change any doctor's opinion anytime soon.
Apart from the brown crumb inudations which are increasing, the assholes have decided that isn't enough intrusion, so they developed an relatively new one; applying a chalk-like substance to where they deem useful, and that includes the top of the white bar fridge which I use as a food preparation surface. These have previously shown up on my counter and on my jeans.
And for the continuation of all intrusions trivial, the perps have increased their "drop-hop" games; this is where a micro-droplet of liquid "erupts" from the surface while the containing vessel is being filled, or when there is sufficient cover story from other water and liquid handling. When filling the sink for doing the dishes, these sub-pinhead sized drops will fly 2 or more feet laterally, usually diagonal to me, from sink to floor. Today, while filling the coffee mug from the pot, they arranged for a new "drop-hop" source from the mug, at about half full no less. In other words, there is a move to make the unreal more unreal in the service of some kind of remotely controlled energetics assay program. As always, the question is; why don't they cut a deal instead of this exceptionally elaborate micro-managed fuckery that goes on every waking second (and into my sleep if my consistently arranged hair is any guide)? The short answer is that I don't know, but there must be a considerable payoff they are expecting to attain. I have rambled on in the past about universal life energies as a vaguely more specific goal, though this isn't much more of an answer.
When one adds up all the resources, and the energization of this entire city as it appears, and no end gangstalk bench strength, this equals only one determination; they are not going to desist anytime soon.
Now the rock music from another "resident" in this putative rooming house has been cranked up, and it serves as the cover story to vibrate both feet at the same time, noise (music and chatting "residents") included into the harassment mix of course.
And, the electronic popping in my right ear is being played more often, usually when I am swearing at the assholes for pulling yet another stunt. This is a simulated jaw pop, though I have never had any jaw joint problems in the past, let alone while speaking. All to create more noise while my mouth is open, which is a variant of the gangstalker's ploy of having their tongue hanging out or otherwise exposing their mouth contents. Spitting in public is still playing big, as is "open-mouthing", maintaining this as the gangstalker's "normal" comportment.
04-07-2007
As this has been a very foul day from the harassment perspective, I will blog off and start a new posting to detail the vituperative villany that has been administered by the sickos this Easter weekend. It is fucking sick, and they won't come out from the closet and front for the problems they created, fomented and sustained in the course of the past lifetime (mine) of covert energetics assay fuckery. I am the most fucking pissed that I have ever been, and if I am left to be uncontrolled, and some sicko finally fesses up in my presence, I cannot guarantee the outcome. See the next blog posting.
The overhead pounding has arrived again, and is now jumping on any of the typo repairs that I make. Or more accurately, that I am mind-fucked into making. Stumbling on the most common words of the English language after 35 years of typing just didn't happen before.
1240h
Last night, after blogging off, the male banterers arrived for another round outside my window for their "chatting" in the dark end of the parking lot. This was no doubt linked in with discovering that the perps pulled a shit leakage stunt in my underwear, now becoming a regularity of at least once per week. This was ameliorated by taking a shower after taking a scripted crap, and they have been very consistent in having me take a shower just before I go to bed, something I wouldn't do ordinarily. The while changing my underwear, they wobbled me while I was on one foot, and sent me crashing into the furniture, and shaking it in the process. Causing vibrations, often with noise, is the main method of furthering their fuckery. All considered, it is fucking sick and depraved that I am not allowed to do anything without potential of being fucked with, which includes recovering from their myriad stunts.
The overhead pounding arrived about a half hour before lunch (per above), and then stopped immediately afterward. Similarly, this morning, it arrived before breakfast and then ended. My pre-meal jerkaround is becoming more consistent, though that won't change any doctor's opinion anytime soon.
Apart from the brown crumb inudations which are increasing, the assholes have decided that isn't enough intrusion, so they developed an relatively new one; applying a chalk-like substance to where they deem useful, and that includes the top of the white bar fridge which I use as a food preparation surface. These have previously shown up on my counter and on my jeans.
And for the continuation of all intrusions trivial, the perps have increased their "drop-hop" games; this is where a micro-droplet of liquid "erupts" from the surface while the containing vessel is being filled, or when there is sufficient cover story from other water and liquid handling. When filling the sink for doing the dishes, these sub-pinhead sized drops will fly 2 or more feet laterally, usually diagonal to me, from sink to floor. Today, while filling the coffee mug from the pot, they arranged for a new "drop-hop" source from the mug, at about half full no less. In other words, there is a move to make the unreal more unreal in the service of some kind of remotely controlled energetics assay program. As always, the question is; why don't they cut a deal instead of this exceptionally elaborate micro-managed fuckery that goes on every waking second (and into my sleep if my consistently arranged hair is any guide)? The short answer is that I don't know, but there must be a considerable payoff they are expecting to attain. I have rambled on in the past about universal life energies as a vaguely more specific goal, though this isn't much more of an answer.
When one adds up all the resources, and the energization of this entire city as it appears, and no end gangstalk bench strength, this equals only one determination; they are not going to desist anytime soon.
Now the rock music from another "resident" in this putative rooming house has been cranked up, and it serves as the cover story to vibrate both feet at the same time, noise (music and chatting "residents") included into the harassment mix of course.
And, the electronic popping in my right ear is being played more often, usually when I am swearing at the assholes for pulling yet another stunt. This is a simulated jaw pop, though I have never had any jaw joint problems in the past, let alone while speaking. All to create more noise while my mouth is open, which is a variant of the gangstalker's ploy of having their tongue hanging out or otherwise exposing their mouth contents. Spitting in public is still playing big, as is "open-mouthing", maintaining this as the gangstalker's "normal" comportment.
04-07-2007
As this has been a very foul day from the harassment perspective, I will blog off and start a new posting to detail the vituperative villany that has been administered by the sickos this Easter weekend. It is fucking sick, and they won't come out from the closet and front for the problems they created, fomented and sustained in the course of the past lifetime (mine) of covert energetics assay fuckery. I am the most fucking pissed that I have ever been, and if I am left to be uncontrolled, and some sicko finally fesses up in my presence, I cannot guarantee the outcome. See the next blog posting.
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