Clunk On

1400h
A truncated day, being awakened finally at 1020h, a 10 hour sleep with the usual prior dreams, awakenings to hear dude banter, and a meat aerial the entire time. Then, in-town brother is coming in his Thai girlfriend's vehicle, but no Thai girl for a family get together, if that makes sense. The Thai girl had gone incommunicado, and won't show at family do-s anymore for unknown reasons. But.. she is still ensconced at in-town brother's place in her own room for crissakes, and loans her red colored Toyota Camry whenever needed for brother to brother red color testing that the perps are so fucking insane over. And she complained that the cat smell at my in-town brother's was unbearable back in 04-2010, and is still there. I would agree with her on the cat smell, even if all the right things are done. And I get to look after it while the two of them flit to Thailand for a month, begining in less than a week. I am sure the cat is going to pull something on me; get sick or otherwise necessitate a trip to the vet. And I have gotten a dollar figure from the in-town brother on the maximum permissible vet bill, and having me pay it, and then having my brother re-imburse me for it might be another perp stunt, as they just love to arrange these in-family financial transactions; e.g. putting someone else's item on another's bill, followed by later reimbursement. Fucking hilarious that, just as it was over eight years ago when they would descend on me, backs arranged to face me, at the checkouts and tills all across town. Now, they aren't so rabid at checkouts, but they nearly always put on side-chat, or else cashier chat while I am using my debit card, and of course the freaking dude show that accompanies me in most locations.

And other extra noise eruptions today, even the faux neighbor started his putative shower, or the noise thereof, while shaving at the late hour of 1100h due to today's late start. Then that wasn't enough, as the dude talk started up, the smoke alarm did a one time cheep, and other noises joined the confluence. The assholes cannot get enough of me shaving, and they even expanded shaving to be full frontal in 2007, and are still pissing around on this front.

And when making quesadillas from scratch for lunch, again more through the wall/faux neigbor noise, this time making sure the faucet was squeaking. Then the usual clunks and creakings, all the more strange that this is so consistent, even when mealtime is delayed like today. I can get up anytime from 0500 to 1100h, and the putative next door dude is making the same noises from the other side of the wall, day after day. Amazing. Not to mention the overhead rumbling noise that can also tail me all over this apartment, always erupting overhead, as if there was this insane compulsion to move a noisy sliding door overhead, one that can be heard through 12" of concrete ceiling/floor as well as my earmuffs.

Street hollaring continues into the New Year as well; sudden hollarings from outside timed to high perp interest events like shaving, drying the frypan with a dish towel, and like esoteric moments identified by noisetalking, plasma flashes and maser incursions, defeating my fine motor control, adding back water onto just-dried surfaces, adding crumbs in from nowhere, and other extra-conventional fuckery. The term "adding" really means teleporting, as there is no apparent source for these crumbs, as they often like to introduce a table crumb into the kitchen a few minutes later as some kind of delayed test for color and interaction. Which is why, when dealing with the last of the antipasti, they put on red plasma flashes of the same color and size, and after cleaning the dishes and walking over to the desk to boot up this PC, why more of the same red plasma flashes. In other words, running a series of real red color antipasti, some of which was eaten, some of which is in the left over slices in the fridges, and then having residual red antipasti in the jar when it was being cleaned out and on the dishes brush, and then when no more was visible, why, start up the same color red flashes while in the kitchen and then after vacating there and crossing the room to the desk, why add some more red flashes. All very consistent, but it has taken them over 8.5 years of this insane and relentless abuse to get to this level of red color testing, and I doubt if they are any near the end of it, going by the bloody lesions they inflicted while shaving, and then sneaking a messy post-shave lesion on my neck prior to lunch.

Now the perps started up their clunking and another smoke alarm cheep while I was bookmarking some books on Powells Books a fave book store if you ever get to Portland OR, and aren't gangstalked out of there, which is what the assholes would do to me.

Said -n-town brother managed to phone and interupt me for the Cling-Wrap moment, a sure indicator to know that the perps are stil working on this subject. For all the eight years of this insane and abusive harassment, they crank it up worse for when I am handling Cling-Wrap. After loading the three quesadilla slices on the dish and washing my hands, why, he phones just then to get me out of the kitchen area for whatever continuing Cling-wrap fuckery is in play.

Blogging off for today.

Rag My Ass Day

1350h
I am getting constantly harassed at a prank level, and for that, the perps are keeping me ranting at each incursion. They like it when I vocalized my complaints over this intrusion by gutless assholes who lack the gumption to front for this nonstop depravity. Invariably, extra road traffic or "neighbor noise" will erupt in mid-rant.

And true to form, the assholes kept me going while doing laundry, creating a grey stain on the bottom sheet for which the cover story is that it is "caused" by the new polyester underwear I was forced to purchase as all the pairs I own "developed" simultaneous flabby waistbands and wouldn't hold up. I have never, ever seen polyester "dye" anything, and it was the putative cause per perp's stunts. And lo, if it did not wash out, and then mysteriously increased by then "happening" again while being laundered, this time to the top sheet, in a different location. That got me sufficiently pissed for a long rant.

Ditto over making lunch, the same old tortilla dish that has been going on for over four years; the chopped chicken got rammed under my fingernails, pieces of it "hopped" off the cutting board, defied gravity and stayed stuck on the knife blade, then olive oil was flicked about, and then it was ponded under the spatula, I was fucked into turning on the wrong oven controls, brown colored "juice" showed up in the opened guacamole, the forks moved by themselves, and the cheese grater "fell" into the above mentioned olive oil pond on the counter, cheese gratings flew 2' laterally instead of dropping onto the tortilla in the frypan, and at least another dozen pranks erupted to keep me constantly pissed off and complaining through all of lunch making. Fucking sick that this depravity goes on every single second that I am awake, now five years long, largely out of the problems the fuckers could of fixed themselves at the time, e.g. plastics pollution that causes unusual energetic signatures that the fuckers don't know how to deal with except rape the literal shit out of my life, and plant various plastics bearing gangstalkers around me when in public. Fucking sick that I should be paying any price for their colossal fuckups, never mind this specious purgatory.

1750h
This is the post dinner digestion time and the noise has ramped up; even that of a horse neighing came on twice, and there are none in this neighborhood. The overhead pounding has started; each unbidden thought gets a thump and a vibration from above, and the odd coincident plasma flash on the wall.

A shut-in day so far when I had intended to go out and get the Rx picked up, another high gangstalk adventure with all the color coordinated and demographic ordered orchestration that takes, and I am positive I am only aware of a small part of the freakshow planning. But at least the harassment fuckery has slowed down, and I am not getting riled up as much as I was.

And the perps had me lapse into viewing body painting online, as this has become quite an artform with worldwide competitions. I suspect it is connected to the perp's continuing quest to plant tatooed gangstalkers near me, as this activity has picked up in the last month or so. How exactly these are related I am not sure, but the perp's hand was noticeable in that so many of the online photos were darkened down, and they seem to be on a theme of having different raced individuals placed in darkened circumstances or else their skin is darkened down with the perp's plasma games. The perps had me doing this exercise over five years ago, before the fuckers struck with hammering me with energy weapons on the streets of Seattle in 2002. If there is any justice in this world, the "decider" of that unabashed vileness will get his head taken off with baseball bat. It was a fucking outrage and the sickest fucking event ever in this continuing life fuckover.

Yesterday when waiting for the elevator, before I set off for going to the bank, the perps arranged a couple in an arguement in the hallway over a brown cardboard box who were shuffling its clothing contents about. He was leaning on the wall not looking too interested and she was bent over, still exposing her ample thighs in some kind of micro mini skirt, and the entire scene was darkened down such that I could not make out the color of their clothing. This is another example of the current theme on skin color gradation that has recieved greater stunts and setups of late.

Anyhow, there isn't going to be any relief soon if the perps are building some kind of skin color energetics reference library, as they have hardly got started. It would seem that the recent blue jeans takedown, where two pairs of rapidly bleaching sky blue color jeans were prematurely "worn" through (read, sabotaged), might signify a change in pants color from light blue to navy blue. And whatever the perps gain from this I don't know, but they have spent over five years on light blue jeans color, and are now switching to a navy blue as far as I can tell. (Still early in the new blue jean's fade history). It doesn't look good, this protracted playing around with one color at time and all the perp research time it confers.

And plenty of maser action today, as always; the perps even flew some of the small fuzzy ones into my mouth when brushing my teeth, and I can only wonder what took them so long as the assholes have been putzing with my dental hygeine routine for over five years now. All these long term obsessions of the perps are coming into more focus of late, as these seem to be more prevelant, as the 100% mind control objective will be attained within a month I reckon. I only get noisestalked for thoughts in the form of imagery that comes to mind (without being planted there), and very short term recall, say hours ago. And I get an overload of planted associative thoughts and wholly inappropriate ones that never happened before, consistent with their obessions and fuckover themes.

1940h
The big event turned out to have me go to the drugstore and get gangstalked with the usual racial demographic, and the featured color of the gangtstalk was yellow as it turned out. I had yellow pills in hand, I hadn't taken any as the Rx was "forgotten" from yesterday, and then I had a pair of male operatives in front of me, both wearing yellow, and one had a yellow plastic bag in hand. And there was plenty of other gangstalkers crossing my path to ensure I could not get ahead of these lollygagging operatives in front of me. And as it "so happened", the perps forced me to have a pee before I left, another of their games with the color yellow.

I got my negro dude gangstalker in the hallway, which often happened at the last apartment building, and and a "new" cashier at LD, a negro woman. I also got the day-glo shirt stalking, this dude also being of brown skinned extraction, and father to a screaming child that I was meant to hear. This pair stalked me again at the checkout. I also had six women gangstalkers lined up on my exit route, one being the two-ahead checkout "customer" with light blonde hair and magenta highlights, who then "stayed" to reprise another gangstalking at the exit. I also got the motorized wheechair demographic gangstalking, and Asians in Black, a woman who also came to "visit me" for two aisles stops I made. There was an red-haired woman that was also circlationg around me, and giving me the stare, then moving out of my view. I also got the obese act in pink just before I got inside, so it was a full-demographic featured gangstalking. And I am sure I have forgotten some of the other demographic gangstalking representatives, but the perps made sure I was mightily annoyed with the harassment when I got back. And as this is all coming from short term recall, I am getting a succession of white plasma bursts in my face, and the usual outside sourced noisestalking. This must be a high research moment for the sickos, and they may also phone me just to add to their repetoire of being total assholes.

2310h
More listening to Puremusic again, and while doing so I was rudely interupted by a beeping in the headphones "from" a antivirus software panel that had no business popping up, the second time today, possibly for visual process correlation reasons of the perps. And at least three sirens went off while I had the headphones on a few minutes ago, not the usual Wednesday night in this neighborhood. And just when I was starting to listen to my very favorite artist, Neko Case on Puremusic, the perps arranged for someone, or their noise games, to knock on my door, then instignating for me to call out and ask if there was anyone, and there wasn't. I almost expected a phone call jerkaround tonight, but the perps don't like me to switch aural devices it seems, and want this sustained music listening for overlay of their own noise on top.

Time to call this fugly day done, and hope for better tomorrow; they have successfully ragged my ass more often than I care to recall today, and have kept this pissed off state going most of the day.

The Home Front

1335h
This is the post parent visit/stay-over day, and today I was allowed to take the bus back to my place and view the perp inanity first hand and all their color and racial games. They even put my old boss on the street in a brown coat to be recognized out the window. And about one third into the trip, they put an outrageously loud orange colored anorak act in front of me after the MIB got off. And one of my regular in-town gangstalkers came to sit behind me again. It is simply amazing how this fucker keeps "popping up", second only to Mr Passport Tosser. (See past blogs for how often he resurfaces).

The above MIB came with an unusual accouterment, something he chose to show me by turning his head toward me for > 5 seconds; it is the second such event, the Elastoplast band-aid stalk. In simple terms, the operatives are putting an band-aid in their skin for me to see at some point in the exchange. His was across his ear, and a portion was folded on itself that projected beyond the ear. It is fucking hilarious to think that anyone could possibly cut their ear like that; it was simply a device to get some kind of brown color reference between me and him, as the assholes have caused many a cut, and have me use this same kind of band-aid (fabric, skin toned). I must take my camera with me more often, though I suspect I would not have got the picture as they lay on the finger fumbling real bad if they want to foil me from taking a photograph.

The last known person to sport the "band-aid stalk" was the black woman whom I met at the bus stop, who laid on the patient story even though she said she wasn't one when I met her in hospital, and a physician also verified it. I believe it was a December blog post, but I am lacking my usual abilities to search for it and link it.

And the bus aisle jamming trick again; one from each side jointly plugging through passage and pretending not to be aware of the other, and then both of them not moving when I asked them to. All to create more voice interaction when I was departing the bus, normally a highly gangstalked situation. There is something fundamental the perps don't understand about vehicle travel and the respective energetics. But they want to harass the living hell out of my life to find out.

It was the usual parental visitation drudgery last night (Sunday), and the dubious honor of having the fuckers gangstalk me, this time with coordinated leg crossings and uncrossings as well as projecting their feet together, symetrically. The masers were almost thick, and the Cathode Ray Tube TV serves as a useful magnetism source for all the beams and "spray" (as I call these vision distorting emanations from a single source).

And a First Feral Family event to witness a frozen Windows crash of an application mashup, all of us together. This is routine for me; seeing an application graphically interleaved with the next requested application; dialog boxes and lines from one are interlaced with the other for 1 to 5 seconds. This time the interlaced applications were frozen in this manner so all three of us could get a good long look at it. Even my demented (or facsimilie thereof) father was in on the act, standing even closer though he had nothing to do with the event. So no internet access which is expectable as the assholes have degraded the mouse to the level of total vexation, and not too unexpectedly, my mother does nothing about it.

And I noted that the perps have put a brown covered armchair on the front porch of this house; they must of been tired of chasing me with brown vehicles in the street and posting their operatives to "lounge around" the doorway when I am coming in. This chair then serves as some kind of brown reference upon exit from this house, as the perps are still doing their shit chasing games. Parking a green haired operative to sit on the sidewalk waiting for me to exit and then return an half hour later wasn't enough "brown action" I surmise. It always gets stupider. Now chirping water pipes are coming on.

1415h
The perps were putting on a big noise flurry while I was making lunch today, the same fucking food I eat (am allowed to eat, that is) every day. They put on a succession of loud mufflered vehicles and then followed with hallway conversations that tended to be on the loud side, especially to cover me when I was cutting up the cooked chicken meat, slicing cheese, pouring olive oil into the pan, spreading a red-brown tapenade on the brown tortilla, spreading the chicken meat on the tapenade, and when cutting the cooked tortilla. It fucking nuts to be under this microscope for all this minutia all the time. Then to top it off, they applied an extra round of soap bubbles on my work surface after I had cleaned it in a blatant show of fuckery.

I had thought of doing my laundry this afternoon, but "I" have slid into a demotivated slump in front of my computer, and I sense this will be my big achievement of the day. Earlier, they delayed the bus to thwart timely arrival to Qi Gong, so they benefited from me wearing my black workout pants and having my jeans in the backpack. Maybe this was why they stacked the bus with a full suite of the weirds and other gangstalking demographic members.

As far as parked vehicle gangstalking goes, they are laying on a lot more "grey scale" color vehicles and then insert only a few red vehicles in at a time. Instead of the black, white and silver grey lineup, they are creating at least a five level greyness range in each of the cardinal directions as the bus turned. Similarly for the ambulatory gangstalkers on the bus, they put on a fat sucker in a deep red wool and leather combination jacket, the same one I exchanged words with about blocking the aisle.

And next to the outrageous orange jacket in front of me, they put a black and white checked jacket woman with ugly thin brown hair. Another evident method was to rotate the gangstalkers around me; the gangstalker behind me would get off and then the one two rows ahead would replace him, and then they introduce another one two rows ahead. I have never seen so many shuffling bus passengers than today, with me in the middle of this arrangement.

1500h
Now zappings are being administered simultaneously with the vehicle door closure noise, which is desinged to piss me off, and have me vocalize just that. Modays must be days of significant progress opportunity as the perps put on more noise, louder noise, more harassment combinations (above), hours of sleeplessness (before on on Mondays), brown vehicles under my window (routinely the same one, a very light metallic tan color) and other harassment to rile me op and continue to swear at them

1800h
A quieter time over the last 3 hour period, save the odd loud mufflered vehicle throbbing in a protracted sound decay. The coughstalking is ongoing, though not as frequent. These quieter times make me suspicious in some way, though that too could be a planted notion that the perps like to pull. The vision assaults have been continuous, as the perps like me to read in a disjunct fashion, skipping paragraphs, reading the conclusion and various othere redirections of my attention along with degrading my vision temporarily to prod me to move to other locations in an article.

I cannot recall what the noisestalked word is now, but earlier they noisestalked me over a simple word, probably and adjective, and it seems clear that every utterance I make, and that might be all planted ones now, is fair game to be noisestalked. The perps seem to want a full life experience energetics inventory, at least that of the present. I have no idea if they can retroactively decode my energetic past, especially before overt harassment when the irradiation was contained. Now, it is irradiation all over, and anywhere I look there is this hashed and/or vibratory look to anything. If I stop long enough, more than a few seconds, I can see pulses, masers, plasma or other visual perturbations emanating from any quarter, even off the gangstalker operatives.

1850h
A withering assault on my right eye as I was about to read an article on Steve Earle; this is the post meal perp activity time, so I reallly don't know why they started this new attack style up. It was the first article to be read since logging on as well. In the process, they also clashed my teeth together a few times, a very common jerkaround, though relatively benign. And they like it when "I" shake my head as well to attempt to avoid the harassment; they start up noisestalking with this, and they also have any gangstalking parents (yesterday) move about more, though pretending not to notice me.

1950h
the overhead pounding and squeaking has arrived overhead; there was none until after dinner, and it is intermittent, geared to the thoughtstalking level. Any unbidden notions immediately beget some kind of overhead ructions. The front door closure noise, the "commensurate" room shaking and the dog bark noise are also in the noise mix presently, and are more often keyed to reading specific words. Smells up the nose are becoming persistent too.

2050h
The overhead thumping continues, and now a zapping is added in. And the perps make sure that I get intensely cranky at every intrusion. Most times I haven't been made as irate as tonight, but when they control one's reactions, this is the outcome. More intense intrusion and response.

2140h
Another battle as to what I am allowed to read, all in the form of a confluence of overhead thunping, zapping, smells jammed up my nose, and the assholes giving me fluctuating vision impairments. Such is life as an object of the World Gestapo, constant typo assault all the time, no questions answered.

2215h
More on/off overhead pounding, over-revving-loud mufflered vehicles, (noisestalking as I type this) and vision impairments that the assholes keep plugging me with.

The ear-ringing has been on a screamingly high setting tonight; this is the condition the perps plant as a lifetime constant, except turning up the volume these past months. Occasionally they will pull an abrupt frequency change, sometimes in concert with additional noise or their sunshine games.
Time to blog off, as I am sure there will be no interesting news for the remainder of today.
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Noisestalked Words du Jour;
sucked (as in the physical action) got me a noisestalking and a coincident zapping,
Sweden (overhead pounding and "my" mind-fucked irate reaction),