1215h
Today makes it two successive days the crew bus did not show up, and they expressly asked about my availibility and I had told them on Friday I would be next coming in on Sunday. They didn't tell me or even phone, and unilaterally stopped the service. And that means no more daffodil bulb picking for pay. I did my month end for Quicken today, and I will be $400 overdrawn on my line of credit by September's end. So, after all that work, I still didn't make it out of the debt hole the perps ensure that I am in, and with more expenditures on new eyeglasses coming up. A valiant effort, and now I get unceremoniously cut off from any further employment at that work site. Back to to the casual labor pool and the now and again jobs. This is all to be sorted out after next week when I return from a driving excursion I will be doing for my parents, not unlike the one last year. Who knows what the next working gig will be, and where. And I get to kick around this week, on do-nothing status.
While waiting for the crew bus that didn't come, I had a native Indian dude lounging around some 10' from me for 15 minutes, standing in the middle of the sidewalk and pacing around for no apparent reason. He even pulled out a bus schedule when he wasn't waiting at a bus stop. Bizarre. He kept hanging around in my left side peripherial vision, but not appearing to have any purpose but to strangely and purpsely loiter in my proximity. I have never seen someone so blatantly shiftless as this dude, making sure that I noticed the entire improbable gestalt of his loitering.
Later in the morning, I went to the bank and got my paycheck deposited and rolls of quarters for the inevitable laundry coin demand that is arranged in this apartment, even if $1 coins have been circulating for some two decades. I had my usual gangstalking freakshow around me, still on the native Indian theme (think brown skin for perp color games), and many obese individuals from all races. And lo, if there weren't some obese native Indians on gangstalking duty as well. I was allowed to purchase Neutrogena Deep Clean at a new drugstore location, the LD store being "out of stock" the last two times I visited. And of course they jacked the price up by $2, not to mention the cost of being mindfucked into getting the wrong replacement product two weeks ago. I, like most people as far as I know, do not make mistakes in getting regular supplies, and yet somehow "it happened". More never-before behavior, this inconsistent "forgetting".
1320h
The clunking and motorcycle noises have arrived together, and they are protracted for longer earplugging durations. The particularly noxious noises are reserved for putting my fingers to my ears as "somehow" the earmuffs let these sounds through. I am supposed to get 24dB attentuation, but that doesn't apply to perps sponsored noises they want me to hear from supposed long past traumatizations. They certainly know which noises I least like, and make sure to play them often. It would seem that even the sight of motorcycles, the typical large Harley Davidsons, are getting more gangstalking time. So it would seem that motorcycle related traumatizations extend to their visual image, and not just the noise. In fact, some have been attenuated for noise, in a seeming attempt to separate the visual from the associated sound.
2015h
A 1.5 hour nap in the afternoon was imposed; it is virtually impossible to resist these no matter how one tries, even if the nap is at a strange time, say evening time.
Since then, I have been on websurfing, fulfilling the perp's latest theme in having a silent PC, and possibly get one of the hot running ATI or nVidia graphics cards with a heat pipe cooling system. The endless churning over this imposed coveting of a graphics card keeps going on, cycling between manufacturers, ATI, NVidia and Matrox. As I am not a gamer, I don't have the pressing need for the latest and greatest, and in fact, I have no genuine "need" at all. The perps keep telling me that they want me to get Photoshop and do digital scanning of all my photographs and that of my parents' photos too. This little junket will take at least $2k to $3k to fulfil, as I will need a negative and a slide feeder for the scanner. And that would be $2k that I don't have, with above mentioned line of credit still in the red. And if I were to get a job to afford this, then I wouldn't have the time to play with all that software and hardware. It is fucking absurd to be manipulated to "want" things I don't need or have any interest in acquiring. Though it is not the first time, and won't be the last.
And it would seem that the above mentioned effort to attain a positive cash position in my bank account has also been saddled with planted notions of impending other planted expenditures. The perps had me envisioning myself as some kind of donation Santa, sending monies to fellow TI's and TI organizations. I would in fact do this if I was in the black, and after some two years of being kept in the hole, I want out before I spend anything on any worthy donors, eyeglasses and other intended (read, planted notions of expenditures) objects, e.g. above PC graphics board component. This suggests another round of "dashed expectations", a situation the perps routinely create for me. In conjunction with recent modest earnings, they pump me up with all kinds of intention to engage in worthy expenditures, often in heroic terms, and then pull the rug out from under my by jerking with the work situation. And with the completion of entering my Quicken finances for August to the present, I find that I haven't made it out of the red yet. Perhaps the perp's script is to be just like the Jimmy Buffet song, about surviving by ripping off the minimart for food when broke, and promising to pay it back when they got rich, and they never did.
I am getting enough overhead thumping (of 12" of concrete) is to keep me aware that the above topic of financial activity is of intense interest to another party. As always, the timing of noisestalking (directed coincident noise) is my biggest tip-off as to what interest the perps. Though of late they have been noisestalking word prefixes; ing, es, s, ed, istic, etc, aided by syntax sabotage. They are also still noisestalking me when making capital letters or corrections to them, also when making or correcting spaces with the backspace key and the delete key. Another intensified activity that interests the perps is when bookmarking, changing bookmarked titles, and adding or changing bookmark directory names. I think this should be considered sufficient; I have over 20,000 bookmarks for movies alone, totally absurd, representing an accretion over the past four years of web browsing.
I am being kept in a demotivated mood tonight, not much energy to undertake anything but blogging and websurfing.
2210h
Something to wake me up; an overhead clunking with a zapping just happened, and then the overhead water flushing noise. As all apartments are arranged the same, it makes no sense that a bathroom would be overhead. As always, I contend that most of the noises I experience are projected, if not augmented. And it "so happened" just then I was reading about projecting sound to disorient "military and diplomatic personnel", har, har. As if ordinary folks would be exempt from something so devilish. Not my experience.
2235h
An eruption of overhead clunking time with rebooting after "forgetting" to post this before PC shutdown. This is a rare time that I have been made to do a PC boot up immediately after a shutdown. There have been many warm PC reboots in the long history of adverse computer behavior, but not usually cold reboots (from the off switch) following a shutdown. An exciting moment for sick minds, whatever they get from it.
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Monday, September 08, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Start Vacuuming Outside My Door
1300h
Just after finishing a harassed and rage-ified lunch, the perps start the vacuum cleaner outside my door. Unlike my last apartment where it was twice per week event, this is twice in 12 months. Perhaps the perps are attempting to merge the vacuum cleaner based "discoveries" of a past apartment, to this one. Unusual use of adjacent vacuum cleaners of all kinds have "followed" me in most of my residences, and even when driving. The street maintenance "suck trucks" would be unusually common, and still are. I only knew them to be used in the fall to suck up leaves from the drains, but now, it is all season in this city for some curious reason.
The perps got me rage-ified because they wouldn't let me use my own vocabulary to describe the harassment fuckery they were putting on; olive oil inundation on the counter and stove, foiling my grasp, adding new crumbs from "nowhere", and a few others all to turn a routine event of cooking the same recipie of the last five years into an extremely adverse event. And while this was going on, the outside noises were ramped up; air brake pressure releases are nearly always going on in the daytime, heavy duty vehicles, bus noise, brake squealing for extended durations, seagull mewing, diesel engines, and as I type this, why, a garbage truck has arrived outside to go through the routine of clanging bins, hydraulic actuation noise, air pressure release noise, diesel engine noise etc. Another coincidence, of the designed kind.
This might be a shut-in day, as sunny as it looks; this is a typical Wednesday with no scheduled events, though I do attempt to do volunteer activity but it doesn't "happen" much of late.
1420h
More noise excitement from outside while I look at blog postings, many of them personal ones, not the mainstream news commentators. The celebrity floowing blog postings also get plenty of noise attention along with the vision impairment fuckery.
And there is more emphasis on skin color of people in pictures in my web trovings; Caucasian faces in reddish tones, then later, purplish, then pink, and into brown tones. Change the race, and then repeat, per perp standard operating procedure. It would seem they are attempting to separate skin tones from facial features, and create a map of these associations, and then attempt to determine which I find to be Unfavored in this matrix. Other related games are freezing my Windows and mouse scrolling capability to keep me viewing their chosen images, often foreheads and bald head in varying skin tones fractionally longer. And if a negro is suddenly displayed in the next down scroll, why, a noise from outside suddently erupts. Not my problem, so why am I in virtual jail because of it, and not having some rapacious fuck defend himself in front of me?
There won't be an answer to that, as the surrepticiousness is nearly paramount, no matter how fucking stupid it seems, as that doesn't bother them. After yesterday's freakish public behavior repeating among the gangstalkers at differing locations, keeping up the pretense of normality doesn't seem to matter as much.
Anyhow, all the bald heads are getting more facetime of late, yesterday's action at the gym being a case in point. If I don't like the skinhead look, and even utterly abhor it, why am I getting no end of skinheaded gangstalkers and like images on my web pages? Why is it anyone's business but my own? The entire city must know about it, never mind waiting for the call to be a freakish gangstalker of some kind. It is fucking bizarre that my own predilections are constantly hounded to elicit a response of some kind.
1615h
It is a shut-in day so far, and it likely to stay that way. These de-motivated experiences are too convenient to be anything else but imposed. This is the post-teatime noise assault; having brown chocolate with tea is a ripe opportunity for the perps to lay on their brown color remote assay activity, as that seems to be the most problematic color for them. I haven't been allowed to wear anything brown since 2003 when gaping holes "showed up" in my shirts. The accelerated "wear" stunts again.
And the perps have put me through a number of forced coughing jags during the above teabreak fuckery; twice while having tea, and then 20 minutes later, with some kind of throat sensation still being applied that threatens more coughing to come. The clicking of no ostensible cause is also going on outside my door. I noted that when I purchased the chocolate yesterday, the perps put on the chatting loitering dudes beside the chocolate, and all the time I was picking it up and placing it in my shopping basket. I usually get gangstalkers around me at that store location, only one though, and not something so unlikely as two same aged dudes shopping during weekday working hours. My assumption that dude-speak has some kind of brown color related associations the perps are attempting to remotely assay, though I cannot imagine why they engage in such specialized stalking. Then it was onto the tortillas, also brown colored items I consistently purchase, and I had only two gangstalkers; a male with his 3 y.o. kid, the latest demographic of gangstalkers. Ordinarily for tortilla aquisition the perps put on four or more, sometimes as many as ten gangstalkers around me, so I am always relieved when there are less than expected, though I prefer none.
Yesterday when in the floor exercise room with my class members and the instructor, the perps put on their usual floor pounding and room shaking that "happens" because someone dropped lifting weights on the floor, outside the classroom. This time, the perps made the noise and vibration bigger, and on the second time it happened, I was just placing my hands on my black track pants in the classroom when the sudden noise and vibration erupted. A few minutes later, there was yet a third instance of this same disturbance. I can only assume it is part of the harassment fuckery, as the staff never seem to get pissed about this blatant equipment abuse, and it is so consistent. Anyhow, I also noticed that my floor mat was "thinned out"; I got one that looked like all the others except that some of the enclosed padding had been removed from the mat. That is quite the trick, as these mats had always been identical before that.
2005h
A contradiction; I had a forced nap for the lasr 1.5 hours and am still pulling myself out of it over the past 10 minutes. And it is a perfect moment to screw me over and create vision impairments with a barely plausible cover story. And of course, the much hated noises were played for the awake-but-not-fully-functional state of the last 20 minutes napping; loud mufflered vehicles, Harley motorcycle noise etc. Then these same noises are going on currently, presumably to map my neural energetics of the horizontal state to that of the vertical at dusk onset time, surely one of the perps' biggest silly times of the day.
2240h
More travel reading about Indonesia, and then a forced two-keys-at-once jerkaround and then the Windows start page magically appears, a visual imposition of increasing frequency. Time to blog off for this shut-in day.
Just after finishing a harassed and rage-ified lunch, the perps start the vacuum cleaner outside my door. Unlike my last apartment where it was twice per week event, this is twice in 12 months. Perhaps the perps are attempting to merge the vacuum cleaner based "discoveries" of a past apartment, to this one. Unusual use of adjacent vacuum cleaners of all kinds have "followed" me in most of my residences, and even when driving. The street maintenance "suck trucks" would be unusually common, and still are. I only knew them to be used in the fall to suck up leaves from the drains, but now, it is all season in this city for some curious reason.
The perps got me rage-ified because they wouldn't let me use my own vocabulary to describe the harassment fuckery they were putting on; olive oil inundation on the counter and stove, foiling my grasp, adding new crumbs from "nowhere", and a few others all to turn a routine event of cooking the same recipie of the last five years into an extremely adverse event. And while this was going on, the outside noises were ramped up; air brake pressure releases are nearly always going on in the daytime, heavy duty vehicles, bus noise, brake squealing for extended durations, seagull mewing, diesel engines, and as I type this, why, a garbage truck has arrived outside to go through the routine of clanging bins, hydraulic actuation noise, air pressure release noise, diesel engine noise etc. Another coincidence, of the designed kind.
This might be a shut-in day, as sunny as it looks; this is a typical Wednesday with no scheduled events, though I do attempt to do volunteer activity but it doesn't "happen" much of late.
1420h
More noise excitement from outside while I look at blog postings, many of them personal ones, not the mainstream news commentators. The celebrity floowing blog postings also get plenty of noise attention along with the vision impairment fuckery.
And there is more emphasis on skin color of people in pictures in my web trovings; Caucasian faces in reddish tones, then later, purplish, then pink, and into brown tones. Change the race, and then repeat, per perp standard operating procedure. It would seem they are attempting to separate skin tones from facial features, and create a map of these associations, and then attempt to determine which I find to be Unfavored in this matrix. Other related games are freezing my Windows and mouse scrolling capability to keep me viewing their chosen images, often foreheads and bald head in varying skin tones fractionally longer. And if a negro is suddenly displayed in the next down scroll, why, a noise from outside suddently erupts. Not my problem, so why am I in virtual jail because of it, and not having some rapacious fuck defend himself in front of me?
There won't be an answer to that, as the surrepticiousness is nearly paramount, no matter how fucking stupid it seems, as that doesn't bother them. After yesterday's freakish public behavior repeating among the gangstalkers at differing locations, keeping up the pretense of normality doesn't seem to matter as much.
Anyhow, all the bald heads are getting more facetime of late, yesterday's action at the gym being a case in point. If I don't like the skinhead look, and even utterly abhor it, why am I getting no end of skinheaded gangstalkers and like images on my web pages? Why is it anyone's business but my own? The entire city must know about it, never mind waiting for the call to be a freakish gangstalker of some kind. It is fucking bizarre that my own predilections are constantly hounded to elicit a response of some kind.
1615h
It is a shut-in day so far, and it likely to stay that way. These de-motivated experiences are too convenient to be anything else but imposed. This is the post-teatime noise assault; having brown chocolate with tea is a ripe opportunity for the perps to lay on their brown color remote assay activity, as that seems to be the most problematic color for them. I haven't been allowed to wear anything brown since 2003 when gaping holes "showed up" in my shirts. The accelerated "wear" stunts again.
And the perps have put me through a number of forced coughing jags during the above teabreak fuckery; twice while having tea, and then 20 minutes later, with some kind of throat sensation still being applied that threatens more coughing to come. The clicking of no ostensible cause is also going on outside my door. I noted that when I purchased the chocolate yesterday, the perps put on the chatting loitering dudes beside the chocolate, and all the time I was picking it up and placing it in my shopping basket. I usually get gangstalkers around me at that store location, only one though, and not something so unlikely as two same aged dudes shopping during weekday working hours. My assumption that dude-speak has some kind of brown color related associations the perps are attempting to remotely assay, though I cannot imagine why they engage in such specialized stalking. Then it was onto the tortillas, also brown colored items I consistently purchase, and I had only two gangstalkers; a male with his 3 y.o. kid, the latest demographic of gangstalkers. Ordinarily for tortilla aquisition the perps put on four or more, sometimes as many as ten gangstalkers around me, so I am always relieved when there are less than expected, though I prefer none.
Yesterday when in the floor exercise room with my class members and the instructor, the perps put on their usual floor pounding and room shaking that "happens" because someone dropped lifting weights on the floor, outside the classroom. This time, the perps made the noise and vibration bigger, and on the second time it happened, I was just placing my hands on my black track pants in the classroom when the sudden noise and vibration erupted. A few minutes later, there was yet a third instance of this same disturbance. I can only assume it is part of the harassment fuckery, as the staff never seem to get pissed about this blatant equipment abuse, and it is so consistent. Anyhow, I also noticed that my floor mat was "thinned out"; I got one that looked like all the others except that some of the enclosed padding had been removed from the mat. That is quite the trick, as these mats had always been identical before that.
2005h
A contradiction; I had a forced nap for the lasr 1.5 hours and am still pulling myself out of it over the past 10 minutes. And it is a perfect moment to screw me over and create vision impairments with a barely plausible cover story. And of course, the much hated noises were played for the awake-but-not-fully-functional state of the last 20 minutes napping; loud mufflered vehicles, Harley motorcycle noise etc. Then these same noises are going on currently, presumably to map my neural energetics of the horizontal state to that of the vertical at dusk onset time, surely one of the perps' biggest silly times of the day.
2240h
More travel reading about Indonesia, and then a forced two-keys-at-once jerkaround and then the Windows start page magically appears, a visual imposition of increasing frequency. Time to blog off for this shut-in day.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
A Brutal Fuckover Day
1230h
For a shut-in day, this has been totally ugly and rage-ified today, begining with breakfast, continuing over laundry, then the brother/manager/storage lockers jerkaround/sorting and putting laundry away/and then making and eating lunch. The perps have played their big card again; enraging the fuck out of me all morning, save for an hour of vision impairment time while web browsing, and the laundry in the dryer. The final touch, was to supply two pieces of mail that "so happened" to be filed next to each other in my file box.
They fucked with finger control, having items "slip" between my fingers, corn flakes hopping into or away from the spoon, peanut butter that mysterious couldn't be swept off the knife, jam that went all over the knife "somehow", flying dish water up my arm, adding new spots on the counter in the night, having the chocolate erupt into a significant crumbed mess, flying food out of my mouth while I was about to bite a new piece (the crumbs were placed in my mouth as it was empty, and then flown out to bounce off my lips and chin), added new crumbs onto the floor, smearing chocolate over the tea towel, and on and on. This constant fucking of the physicality of all the minutae in leading a mum drum life is fucking sick, depraved, and out of control.
Then the fuckers cranked me up for laundry fuckups, stealing the hallowed face cloth and then later depositing it outside my door in the hallway. They even fucked me over for sorting laundry, e.g., creating two temporary piles for towels when I only make one, and making me "have" no recollection that I made the first pile only seconds beforehand. This represents a new low in fucking around my recall, now even the most fleeting of recollections is getting fucked with. And I am sure they did this to let me know, and as well to piss me off. The reality is that the assholes also control my reaction, which is moderated by the temporal lobes, and there have been a considerable number of signs of remotely applied temporal lobe fucking to suggest that the perps are hard at screwing me over in this part of the brain. The floaty feelings are a dead giveaway, as are the instant rage reactions, and the events where all manner of lightheadedness and visual stars appear, at any moment of the perps' choosing.
It was a second night in succession where the perps kept me awake for an hour while they played overhead games of pounding the concrete floor above, the hyperactive "criss crossing" of lead footed giants that time this for just following me getting into bed, the vertical to the horizontal transition. Same as the night before; a delayed bedtime, and the enforced wakefulness with overhead concrete floor pounding of the same hyperactive nature and timing.
1335h
The perps continue to keep me in a snit mood, even if I have had a reprieve for the past hour. Instead, they continue to fuck with my vision and cognition, all the while making noises of all manner and source. An extended noise flurry in effect. And more typo fucking; time to end this entry.
1405h
More continuing dulldom; I have been through my news based bookmarks, and am being rendered into a disthymic state of being totally bereft of something to do. The perps have pulled many of these events over the years, some with employer involvment, and it is nothing new. I wonder what they fuckers get out of it though, this trance-like state of being totally bored and aimless. And I suspect that it follows on from frazzing the fuck out of me earlier is no surprise, one Fuckover event seems to lead to others in predictable patterns.
1625h
The perps scripted me for an hour and a quarter nap, now the new standard nap length. This was on top of the bed, made up from the newly laundered sheets today. The identical sequence occured two weeks ago on a sheet laundry day, except for that the nap was forced to be an hour later in the day. As we are nearing the summer solstice, the perps are cranking up their games, as so much of their meddling and fuckery appears to be dependent on the solar radiation duration, rate etc.
They have me in an E. facing apartment, and after about 1000h, I don't get direct sun. They have tried nearly all major cardinal point aspects in the past 8 years, and they are still at it. I suspect that they also want a large amount of building over top of me, as there are another 6 stories above. I suspect the rest of this building is not populated save the daytime daycare two apartments over, but I cannot be sure, unlike the desolate building of some 10 months ago until they flushed me out. This proximity control may be even more extended, perhaps a block or more away. I note that a new condo tower opened over 10 months ago has hardly any balcony belongings in place, and it too maybe largely vacated while the perps continue their games over color interactions, and the rest of their remote energy assay games. The horizon area, about a mile away, is still flickering with plasma ghosting and greyish energy pulses and waves. More of the who knows details, but one thing is clear, the perps are resolutely fucking nuts and have this town in their pocket.
1940h
The post dinner hallway voice noise has started up. Similarly before dinner, there were adult and child noises from the hallway (right, or W. side) and minutes later, similar noises from outside, street screeching, (left, or E. side).
The 2 cycle motorcycle noises have been introduced almost back to back, and there are no bikers in this neighborhood. I also get the odd one when out walking, and for whatever reason, the perps like to plant parked motorcycles every so often. The perps are still on their scale games; the Smart Cars follow tractor trailer units sometimes, or are embedded with sedans. The perps like to park Smart Cars on my walking route; they have at least one at end of a route leg.
2040h
More vision fucking and noise flurries; the perps especially like to run long trail-off noise such as loud vehicles while I am reading an all text web page. The fuckers get no end of joy from this, and it does fit the pattern of the text size being constantly fucked with when online.
If I plug my ears from this contant irritation of protracted noise, (likely the real benefit the perps are looking for), then they immediately create another one following release of my fingers from my ears. This is totally predictable, and one doesn't find that in any organic condition.
2140h
I am getting fucked with anytime I want to read a web page related to science, especially if the topic relates to torsion waves and the related energetics of the ether. And to no surprise, it is the medium by which the perps fuck my life around, and based on current games in fucking me over, they want a slow and contained approach in cognitively absorbing any material, even short pithy film reviews.
Essentially, the perps are keeping me from undertaking any new reading and appreciation at anything less than a snail's pace, all to suit their depraved agenda. I am constantly being hammered with vision impairments in support of this nefarious objective, and am extremely pissed and depressed over being fucked around over everyday activities by a supremely gutless band of assholes working remotely. Then they make me scream over the multitude of typos they assault me with, and fuck with my voice so it is different everytime "I" vocalize my complaints about this depraved mind-jailing.
2200h
More vocabulary sabotage; when I want to use a specific word I get fucked out of using and something inferior and vague get planted instead. Also, the use of indirect references instead of nouns are being planted on me; using "this", "that", "thing" etc. instead of a word that is appropriate and descriptive. It is fucking sick and depraved that I cannot use my own vocabulary or syntax.
Time to blogg off from this fucking ugly day the perps imposed on me and ensured I was constantly riled up, from start to end. It is fucking sick that anyone is treated like this, let alone day after day.
For a shut-in day, this has been totally ugly and rage-ified today, begining with breakfast, continuing over laundry, then the brother/manager/storage lockers jerkaround/sorting and putting laundry away/and then making and eating lunch. The perps have played their big card again; enraging the fuck out of me all morning, save for an hour of vision impairment time while web browsing, and the laundry in the dryer. The final touch, was to supply two pieces of mail that "so happened" to be filed next to each other in my file box.
They fucked with finger control, having items "slip" between my fingers, corn flakes hopping into or away from the spoon, peanut butter that mysterious couldn't be swept off the knife, jam that went all over the knife "somehow", flying dish water up my arm, adding new spots on the counter in the night, having the chocolate erupt into a significant crumbed mess, flying food out of my mouth while I was about to bite a new piece (the crumbs were placed in my mouth as it was empty, and then flown out to bounce off my lips and chin), added new crumbs onto the floor, smearing chocolate over the tea towel, and on and on. This constant fucking of the physicality of all the minutae in leading a mum drum life is fucking sick, depraved, and out of control.
Then the fuckers cranked me up for laundry fuckups, stealing the hallowed face cloth and then later depositing it outside my door in the hallway. They even fucked me over for sorting laundry, e.g., creating two temporary piles for towels when I only make one, and making me "have" no recollection that I made the first pile only seconds beforehand. This represents a new low in fucking around my recall, now even the most fleeting of recollections is getting fucked with. And I am sure they did this to let me know, and as well to piss me off. The reality is that the assholes also control my reaction, which is moderated by the temporal lobes, and there have been a considerable number of signs of remotely applied temporal lobe fucking to suggest that the perps are hard at screwing me over in this part of the brain. The floaty feelings are a dead giveaway, as are the instant rage reactions, and the events where all manner of lightheadedness and visual stars appear, at any moment of the perps' choosing.
It was a second night in succession where the perps kept me awake for an hour while they played overhead games of pounding the concrete floor above, the hyperactive "criss crossing" of lead footed giants that time this for just following me getting into bed, the vertical to the horizontal transition. Same as the night before; a delayed bedtime, and the enforced wakefulness with overhead concrete floor pounding of the same hyperactive nature and timing.
1335h
The perps continue to keep me in a snit mood, even if I have had a reprieve for the past hour. Instead, they continue to fuck with my vision and cognition, all the while making noises of all manner and source. An extended noise flurry in effect. And more typo fucking; time to end this entry.
1405h
More continuing dulldom; I have been through my news based bookmarks, and am being rendered into a disthymic state of being totally bereft of something to do. The perps have pulled many of these events over the years, some with employer involvment, and it is nothing new. I wonder what they fuckers get out of it though, this trance-like state of being totally bored and aimless. And I suspect that it follows on from frazzing the fuck out of me earlier is no surprise, one Fuckover event seems to lead to others in predictable patterns.
1625h
The perps scripted me for an hour and a quarter nap, now the new standard nap length. This was on top of the bed, made up from the newly laundered sheets today. The identical sequence occured two weeks ago on a sheet laundry day, except for that the nap was forced to be an hour later in the day. As we are nearing the summer solstice, the perps are cranking up their games, as so much of their meddling and fuckery appears to be dependent on the solar radiation duration, rate etc.
They have me in an E. facing apartment, and after about 1000h, I don't get direct sun. They have tried nearly all major cardinal point aspects in the past 8 years, and they are still at it. I suspect that they also want a large amount of building over top of me, as there are another 6 stories above. I suspect the rest of this building is not populated save the daytime daycare two apartments over, but I cannot be sure, unlike the desolate building of some 10 months ago until they flushed me out. This proximity control may be even more extended, perhaps a block or more away. I note that a new condo tower opened over 10 months ago has hardly any balcony belongings in place, and it too maybe largely vacated while the perps continue their games over color interactions, and the rest of their remote energy assay games. The horizon area, about a mile away, is still flickering with plasma ghosting and greyish energy pulses and waves. More of the who knows details, but one thing is clear, the perps are resolutely fucking nuts and have this town in their pocket.
1940h
The post dinner hallway voice noise has started up. Similarly before dinner, there were adult and child noises from the hallway (right, or W. side) and minutes later, similar noises from outside, street screeching, (left, or E. side).
The 2 cycle motorcycle noises have been introduced almost back to back, and there are no bikers in this neighborhood. I also get the odd one when out walking, and for whatever reason, the perps like to plant parked motorcycles every so often. The perps are still on their scale games; the Smart Cars follow tractor trailer units sometimes, or are embedded with sedans. The perps like to park Smart Cars on my walking route; they have at least one at end of a route leg.
2040h
More vision fucking and noise flurries; the perps especially like to run long trail-off noise such as loud vehicles while I am reading an all text web page. The fuckers get no end of joy from this, and it does fit the pattern of the text size being constantly fucked with when online.
If I plug my ears from this contant irritation of protracted noise, (likely the real benefit the perps are looking for), then they immediately create another one following release of my fingers from my ears. This is totally predictable, and one doesn't find that in any organic condition.
2140h
I am getting fucked with anytime I want to read a web page related to science, especially if the topic relates to torsion waves and the related energetics of the ether. And to no surprise, it is the medium by which the perps fuck my life around, and based on current games in fucking me over, they want a slow and contained approach in cognitively absorbing any material, even short pithy film reviews.
Essentially, the perps are keeping me from undertaking any new reading and appreciation at anything less than a snail's pace, all to suit their depraved agenda. I am constantly being hammered with vision impairments in support of this nefarious objective, and am extremely pissed and depressed over being fucked around over everyday activities by a supremely gutless band of assholes working remotely. Then they make me scream over the multitude of typos they assault me with, and fuck with my voice so it is different everytime "I" vocalize my complaints about this depraved mind-jailing.
2200h
More vocabulary sabotage; when I want to use a specific word I get fucked out of using and something inferior and vague get planted instead. Also, the use of indirect references instead of nouns are being planted on me; using "this", "that", "thing" etc. instead of a word that is appropriate and descriptive. It is fucking sick and depraved that I cannot use my own vocabulary or syntax.
Time to blogg off from this fucking ugly day the perps imposed on me and ensured I was constantly riled up, from start to end. It is fucking sick that anyone is treated like this, let alone day after day.
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