1445h
I am back from lunch with my mother as she happened to be in the neighborhood visiting her tax accountant. This restaurant is local, and where we usually dine, no more than a half dozen times per year. I am still being kept in a rather tipsy state, even if I did have only one beer with lunch. The waitress was gorgeous; blue eyes and black straight hair, and plenty of eye contact. There were at least three svelte blondes of the same height and build as wait staff flitting in the background, and another two who were larger, one with funky glasses. And two males on the wait staff as part of the background of people/gangstalkers passing by. It was heavy on the geriatric set today, with the odd suited male and skinhead male. The significance of these characters is written up in the postings to the right, the Favored and the Unfavored, and following the link to more postings.
I often wonder what all is being tested in such circumstances, as there is so much activity going on. But when one watches the action as a TI, it becomes clear. I doubt that a non-TI would pick up the gangstalking action and the deployment of the Favored and the Unfavored in today's restaurant scenario, as it was approximating normalcy. I had the red dressed hoodie babe sittting in front of the E. Indian babe some 10' away, and I suppose this red in front of brown needs to get yet more perp testing if the hijinx over the peanut butter and jam on toast at breakfast is something to go by.
There were a few foul looking dye jobs in the background as well, as it seems the perps are still working on why I loathe the sight of dyed red hair, never mind the same loathing of red hair. I get a few of these every day now, and again, I have no recollection as to why they are so prevalent as gangstalking personnel.
1620h
I am still being rendered sleepy, and having me near asleep while seated upright is always a perp cue. The earlier teatime didn't help, and I suppose the deemed cause could be the 1.5 hours of wakefulness the perps laid on last night while in bed. Another stunt I am getting less enamoured with.
2230h
Things got better once I had some food in me, in advance of heading out to the cleaning job tonight. I had at least four motor scooter gangstalkers at my first stop at the pedestrian traffic control, when headed to the car dealership job. The perps must of decided to let me in the reason for that; when driving a scooter, unlike a motorcycle, the person is in a seated position, just like I was for the prior 15 minutes before heading out the door. Even transitioning from seated to standing makes a big difference for the perps, and so it would seem that they needed to run seated persons on motorized scooters, one up from the infernal wheelchairs that keep hounding me.
I cannot think of any major work silliness tonight that transpired; I did get dithered into "forgetting" to do the mopping in my usual order, and doing it a few tasks later wasn't a problem with me and the boss man needing to use the mop bucket at the same time. The vacuum cleaner is still on the fritz and it would seem the boss man was avoiding me so he wouldn't hear more complaints about it.
I was reworking a laborer position resume tonight, and working on the cover letter which detailed my experience with various saws, and lo, if my brother didn't phone just then. And lo, if I didn't tell him that his chop saw he loaned out, and which I used at our parent's place, was now availible for him to retrieve. I got it; the operative perp word of the week is "saw"; have shills, quislings and operatives do all they can to introduce this word and all its variants into my vocabulary in all forms,- written (here), spoken and heard (my mother mentioned it at least three times at lunch today and was good for a few "what what" games over this very word.
I did see a likeness of the above mentioned waitress on the way to the car dealership cleaning job tonight. She looked much the same height and build, but did not look at me to flash her signature eyes for me to see and recognize. I got only one negro dude on the way back tonight, the whole two blocks that is the commute. Yesterday I got three, two were women and one in this funky outfit with her back exposed and her front covered. I have never seen anything so revealing downtown before. One of yesterday's negroes was a male, and here he was coming straight at me on a 12' wide sidewalk, and me walking on the right, and was coming straight at me, meaning he was in left hand drive mode. This isn't the first time that the gangstalkers are walking in my projected track, in fact it is the exception if they are in RH drive mode, as the oncoming gangstalkers keep wanting to pass me on my right side. Anyhow, some 15' in front he cuts to his right so there wasn't a confrontation incident, which has happened at least a half dozen times. One never knows if they are going to plant another stunt like this and have the shill blow up on me because he cannot figure out that we walk on the right side here in North America. But it is patently absurd to have so much sidewalk and still the asshole has me lined up.
Time to call this done and ponder if I will get to sleep quicker than last night; at least two hours of head flipping, one side to the other, sometimes no longer than a minute. And too, a barrage of planted notions that are just too repititious.
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, January 28, 2008
Brain Pressure
1220h
The perps have me on a head hurting regimen it seems; they are creating some kind of internal pressure on my forehead which is temporarily relievable by running my hand over it. Within 10 seconds or so, they are right back at it. This particular fuckery, now the new "normal", has been going on for a week or so, as has the instant on jaw left pain that is also a recent perp favorite. Just what they are doing in the name of realtime brain energetics research I don't know, but they had me covered with ambulatory gangstalkers in a full out freakshow for a ten minute outing to the mailbox and the supermarket.
They even put on faux elevator dude to accompany me down from the sixth floor to the lobby. I got the stare from him when I got in the elevator, and then when I returned, he was also on stare-at-me duty while on his cell phone, presumably his "buddy" that somehow managed to continue the tapping noise while travelling with him on my way down.
This absurd tapping noise started up about 10 minutes before I left my apartment, and continued while making an online payment, and then when the PC was shut down, it continued while I was writing out a check and putting it in the envelope. I was noisetracked with this same tapping noise from my apartment, to the elevetor area on my floor, and all the way down the elevator with my accompanying gangstalker, aka "elevator repairman".
What is seems is that the perps want to track the same brain region across differing venues; it is a wonder that the noise didn't continue outside as well. It was a full on freakshow when I got out; the Man in Brown, the wheelchair act, the vagrants, the swarm of about 10 of them coming toward me, and I was the only one E. bound, and one who was determined to get in my line of sight on seeing the mailbox. Immediately after mailing the letter, a large glass bashing and breaking noise went off from an nearby recycle garbage truck. That noise, or something like it, continues to "erupt" anytime I do something.
And it should be noted that the perps won't let me pay one bill online; the Mastercard account cannot be found on my online banking payee list, another forced imposition. All other bills are now allowed online payment except for that one. It is rare that I pay anything with my charge card, and the perps are all over me when I write the check, stuff the envelope and put a stamp on it. The plan, it seems, was to have me pay three different ways in close succession; online, by mailed check and then with my debit card in the supermarket. Just another day of being under the microscope, dealing with this depraved entity focussed on the functional decomposition of my every thought and action.
1300h
I am also getting more deliberate external control of my scroll bar in Windows of late; the perps "freeze it" to keep me looking at what I find odious and/or ugly, which would of been planted by them in the first place. The same goes for the Page Down, and mouse clickings; the perps will even re-display a webpage if they see fit with no mind-controlled manipulations from me. And they do like me to see bald heads with a reflective sheen, and anything that replicates this, say a picture of a smooth ball, a picture of the moon etc. is often used as a surrogate. This continues their games in showing me Unfavored subjects and appearances, as they keep drilling dow on showing me select pieces of these objects/beings.
The perps also like me to encounter new expressions and terms I learned earlier. When reading the term "bed hair", relating to just out of bed hair appearances, they put on extra plasma beams on and off this LCD display in white horizontal lines 1/4" apart. To them, that is exciting. To me, it is another sign that they are totally deranged and obsessive over everthing I do.
1510h
I had a teabreak with chocolate; instead of the all-quiet for chocolate, I got a left and right side noise assault. From the left was the faked "neighbor water use" noise, and from the right, voices and door pounding from the hallway. Mind you, it was quiet for the preceding half hour before taking a tea break, effectively reversing the usual order of arranged events. I figure that eating chocolate is one of the perp's big moments of the day; a pleasureable brown colored substance in my mouth, the one region the perps cannot fully model, and it would have a direct energetic interaction with my brain, less than an inch away. And as the perps traumatized me long ago into me loathing the sight of the color brown, they have an even more problematic issue in their realtime neural research they are conducting on me. Not my problem, I am fine as I am and do not require some psychopathic party to effect amelioration.
All that to deaf ears of course, and it is likely a perp planted rant they have me go through, not unlike their verbal plantings, swearing the same way with a few stock phrases. And as I type this, more hallway ructions are erupting outside my door. Funny how that happens, though not to the degree the putative rooming house of my former residence. I suppose I should be fortunate for my rent subsidy to stay in a self contained apartment downtown.
Now squeaking noise from the right side.
Now an overhead vacuum cleaner noise, except that the noise is coming from only one location, as if it were running in place. That takes talent or else fuckery to pull that off.
1950h
I had an phone interview with Gina Romano of The Edge.com earlier. I thought it went well, and she is planning to have a follow up interview three months from now. The perps kept me in a "detail space", not appropriately allowing me to summarize some of the story. This has been done before, and I was even polished at making better summarizations when the perps let me before going into overt harassment when one cannot plan on being one's self over the day, never mind day to day. This interview should air in March she says.
And her story is quite incredible as per the link above, as she is a TI herself. The abuse that is going on in the name of perp research is astonishing, never mind the disasters and catastrophes that happen where there seems to be a perp hand behind it, albeit speculation on my part.
A four time repeated hang of my Firefox session; the perps like to pull this stunt for the Mindcontrolforums website which they frequently block to have my PC hang. I have never ever had this problem before, and it is some strange ritual they like to put me through. This time I was allowed to recover the session without losing my open tabs, and not re-hanging itself. Imagine, a webpage that can hang a PC.
2105h
The perps just blocked a in-blog search I wanted to do, to find the Indian Point Project posting and the links to put this on the template for the links you see at the right. And what was the purpose of that bullshit besides having me rant at the assholes over such a petty prank.
2240h
Some more template work and troving to find the Indian Lake Project, largely because of a planted mind-fuck into "thinking" it was the Indian Point Project. Even the lastmost word of "Project" took a few minutes to "arrive" into memory, the perps only letting me on a partial name first. Nothing new there; they really like me to get names wrong, or not even know a person's name at first when speaking with them.
I am getting the impression that I am a pariah amongst the outcasts, the TI community. I submit more links on nonconsensual experimentation and wonder why no one mentioned anything in Mindcontrol Activism. Just part of the social isolation, and it can be easily accomplished when the entire community is scripted, or close to it. Then after my interview I get a disparaging email from a TI. It is strange company to say the least.
Time to blog off after making some changes to the template for this blog, tediously separating out the books into their own section to the right.
The perps have me on a head hurting regimen it seems; they are creating some kind of internal pressure on my forehead which is temporarily relievable by running my hand over it. Within 10 seconds or so, they are right back at it. This particular fuckery, now the new "normal", has been going on for a week or so, as has the instant on jaw left pain that is also a recent perp favorite. Just what they are doing in the name of realtime brain energetics research I don't know, but they had me covered with ambulatory gangstalkers in a full out freakshow for a ten minute outing to the mailbox and the supermarket.
They even put on faux elevator dude to accompany me down from the sixth floor to the lobby. I got the stare from him when I got in the elevator, and then when I returned, he was also on stare-at-me duty while on his cell phone, presumably his "buddy" that somehow managed to continue the tapping noise while travelling with him on my way down.
This absurd tapping noise started up about 10 minutes before I left my apartment, and continued while making an online payment, and then when the PC was shut down, it continued while I was writing out a check and putting it in the envelope. I was noisetracked with this same tapping noise from my apartment, to the elevetor area on my floor, and all the way down the elevator with my accompanying gangstalker, aka "elevator repairman".
What is seems is that the perps want to track the same brain region across differing venues; it is a wonder that the noise didn't continue outside as well. It was a full on freakshow when I got out; the Man in Brown, the wheelchair act, the vagrants, the swarm of about 10 of them coming toward me, and I was the only one E. bound, and one who was determined to get in my line of sight on seeing the mailbox. Immediately after mailing the letter, a large glass bashing and breaking noise went off from an nearby recycle garbage truck. That noise, or something like it, continues to "erupt" anytime I do something.
And it should be noted that the perps won't let me pay one bill online; the Mastercard account cannot be found on my online banking payee list, another forced imposition. All other bills are now allowed online payment except for that one. It is rare that I pay anything with my charge card, and the perps are all over me when I write the check, stuff the envelope and put a stamp on it. The plan, it seems, was to have me pay three different ways in close succession; online, by mailed check and then with my debit card in the supermarket. Just another day of being under the microscope, dealing with this depraved entity focussed on the functional decomposition of my every thought and action.
1300h
I am also getting more deliberate external control of my scroll bar in Windows of late; the perps "freeze it" to keep me looking at what I find odious and/or ugly, which would of been planted by them in the first place. The same goes for the Page Down, and mouse clickings; the perps will even re-display a webpage if they see fit with no mind-controlled manipulations from me. And they do like me to see bald heads with a reflective sheen, and anything that replicates this, say a picture of a smooth ball, a picture of the moon etc. is often used as a surrogate. This continues their games in showing me Unfavored subjects and appearances, as they keep drilling dow on showing me select pieces of these objects/beings.
The perps also like me to encounter new expressions and terms I learned earlier. When reading the term "bed hair", relating to just out of bed hair appearances, they put on extra plasma beams on and off this LCD display in white horizontal lines 1/4" apart. To them, that is exciting. To me, it is another sign that they are totally deranged and obsessive over everthing I do.
1510h
I had a teabreak with chocolate; instead of the all-quiet for chocolate, I got a left and right side noise assault. From the left was the faked "neighbor water use" noise, and from the right, voices and door pounding from the hallway. Mind you, it was quiet for the preceding half hour before taking a tea break, effectively reversing the usual order of arranged events. I figure that eating chocolate is one of the perp's big moments of the day; a pleasureable brown colored substance in my mouth, the one region the perps cannot fully model, and it would have a direct energetic interaction with my brain, less than an inch away. And as the perps traumatized me long ago into me loathing the sight of the color brown, they have an even more problematic issue in their realtime neural research they are conducting on me. Not my problem, I am fine as I am and do not require some psychopathic party to effect amelioration.
All that to deaf ears of course, and it is likely a perp planted rant they have me go through, not unlike their verbal plantings, swearing the same way with a few stock phrases. And as I type this, more hallway ructions are erupting outside my door. Funny how that happens, though not to the degree the putative rooming house of my former residence. I suppose I should be fortunate for my rent subsidy to stay in a self contained apartment downtown.
Now squeaking noise from the right side.
Now an overhead vacuum cleaner noise, except that the noise is coming from only one location, as if it were running in place. That takes talent or else fuckery to pull that off.
1950h
I had an phone interview with Gina Romano of The Edge.com earlier. I thought it went well, and she is planning to have a follow up interview three months from now. The perps kept me in a "detail space", not appropriately allowing me to summarize some of the story. This has been done before, and I was even polished at making better summarizations when the perps let me before going into overt harassment when one cannot plan on being one's self over the day, never mind day to day. This interview should air in March she says.
And her story is quite incredible as per the link above, as she is a TI herself. The abuse that is going on in the name of perp research is astonishing, never mind the disasters and catastrophes that happen where there seems to be a perp hand behind it, albeit speculation on my part.
A four time repeated hang of my Firefox session; the perps like to pull this stunt for the Mindcontrolforums website which they frequently block to have my PC hang. I have never ever had this problem before, and it is some strange ritual they like to put me through. This time I was allowed to recover the session without losing my open tabs, and not re-hanging itself. Imagine, a webpage that can hang a PC.
2105h
The perps just blocked a in-blog search I wanted to do, to find the Indian Point Project posting and the links to put this on the template for the links you see at the right. And what was the purpose of that bullshit besides having me rant at the assholes over such a petty prank.
2240h
Some more template work and troving to find the Indian Lake Project, largely because of a planted mind-fuck into "thinking" it was the Indian Point Project. Even the lastmost word of "Project" took a few minutes to "arrive" into memory, the perps only letting me on a partial name first. Nothing new there; they really like me to get names wrong, or not even know a person's name at first when speaking with them.
I am getting the impression that I am a pariah amongst the outcasts, the TI community. I submit more links on nonconsensual experimentation and wonder why no one mentioned anything in Mindcontrol Activism. Just part of the social isolation, and it can be easily accomplished when the entire community is scripted, or close to it. Then after my interview I get a disparaging email from a TI. It is strange company to say the least.
Time to blog off after making some changes to the template for this blog, tediously separating out the books into their own section to the right.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Color Polluted Dreams
1345h
Another 10 hour sleep, an absurd extra two hours, and begging the question as to why. Yesterday's light beam from the side window game was replayed, this time while eating my regular breakfast contents, first cereal, then toast with peanut butter and jam on it. This is an intervening sunlight beam of some 4" wide that somehow "manages" to present itself between my breakfast on the table (in shade), and me, also in the shade. Anything that passes from bowl or plate to my mouth momentarily passes through this arranged splash of sunlight. A big deal for sick assholes hounding my every move.
I got tagged with some late sleep strange dreams; red colors everywhere, and then changing to red variants such as pink and carmine. And lo, if one of the van campers that it arranged among the parked vehicles I see from my window wasn't one of those ugly red colors. It had a white fiberglas top, a seeming base color for reference purposes. There are no end of campers and kayaks being driven and toted around, and this appears to be part of the perp strategy to continue keeping plastics of varying kinds in my proximity when outside. Hardly a day goes by when they don't have a "irrigation service" vehicle with 20' PVC lengths on its roofrack making turns around me or parked on my route. The pretense of having an irrigation job nearby is even dispensed with.
So after that sunny start to the day, the rains have come for over three hours, a rarity in this city. No doubt other events are planned; floods and related damage.
And it is a Thanksgiving Weekend here, something I wasn't allowed to know until today, now halfway through it. This is a recurring pattern; screwing me out of my knowledge as to what holidays are coming up, and then suddenly revealing it all too late. As I don't normally forget these kinds of things, it is surprising that it happens so often now, like everytime.
1405h
I am getting the overhead rumbling noise as I bookmark some web sites; that I get noisestalked doing this is not new, it is just more persistent and obvious.
And I was harassed into a continuous rant this morning, from doing the dishes, showering and then dental hygeine. It is all part of the escalated events of late; ambient noise has been increased, harassment and the gangstalking immediately in front or behind me. That I am due to go to my parent's place soon brings trepidation; they will be crisscrossing my path constantly if the recent weeks of family gangstalking serve as an example.
1435h
Some pictures from 10-04-2007
As best as I can tell, there are only grey vehicles and one red one in this cluster at a busy intersection.
One of these again; matching the color of the garment to that of the vehicle. This dude is Asian, so I am quite sure there is the brown skin component to this arranged color event. The (very) yellow cabs business began in 2005, and is a continuing method to introduce me to this vivid color, more than I would like. The week before this, a woman wearing a similar colored long coat was gangstalking me at this very location.
It is absurd as it seems, taking a John Deere lawn mower across this intersection, cutting the grass in October. There are three red vehicles clustered together at this intersection, and this is one of the perp's abiding games, passing one color in front of others; vehicles, clothing etc. In 2002, at my daughter's riding school, when the perps were drilling the hell out me with their pain inducing radiations, they had me hang around a John Derre tractor that was conveniently left in place, and this abated the head pains. I would imagine this is the reason they like to bring this vehicle types and make into the vehicular gangstalking melieu, even if they need to drive one downtown where there is no grass to cut.
The operative about to do his jaywalking routine first has to show me his pink shirt. Where he got this from is a total mystery as there is no drycleaner in this neighborhood. A neighborhood pub is the adjacent business with residential housing filling in the rest. Two silver-grey vehicles in file is an all-the-time event nowadays.
This will be a short blog posting today, as I am due to go to my parent's place imminently, all in the cause of family gangstalking. Such a treat, prostrating myself for this.
Another 10 hour sleep, an absurd extra two hours, and begging the question as to why. Yesterday's light beam from the side window game was replayed, this time while eating my regular breakfast contents, first cereal, then toast with peanut butter and jam on it. This is an intervening sunlight beam of some 4" wide that somehow "manages" to present itself between my breakfast on the table (in shade), and me, also in the shade. Anything that passes from bowl or plate to my mouth momentarily passes through this arranged splash of sunlight. A big deal for sick assholes hounding my every move.
I got tagged with some late sleep strange dreams; red colors everywhere, and then changing to red variants such as pink and carmine. And lo, if one of the van campers that it arranged among the parked vehicles I see from my window wasn't one of those ugly red colors. It had a white fiberglas top, a seeming base color for reference purposes. There are no end of campers and kayaks being driven and toted around, and this appears to be part of the perp strategy to continue keeping plastics of varying kinds in my proximity when outside. Hardly a day goes by when they don't have a "irrigation service" vehicle with 20' PVC lengths on its roofrack making turns around me or parked on my route. The pretense of having an irrigation job nearby is even dispensed with.
So after that sunny start to the day, the rains have come for over three hours, a rarity in this city. No doubt other events are planned; floods and related damage.
And it is a Thanksgiving Weekend here, something I wasn't allowed to know until today, now halfway through it. This is a recurring pattern; screwing me out of my knowledge as to what holidays are coming up, and then suddenly revealing it all too late. As I don't normally forget these kinds of things, it is surprising that it happens so often now, like everytime.
1405h
I am getting the overhead rumbling noise as I bookmark some web sites; that I get noisestalked doing this is not new, it is just more persistent and obvious.
And I was harassed into a continuous rant this morning, from doing the dishes, showering and then dental hygeine. It is all part of the escalated events of late; ambient noise has been increased, harassment and the gangstalking immediately in front or behind me. That I am due to go to my parent's place soon brings trepidation; they will be crisscrossing my path constantly if the recent weeks of family gangstalking serve as an example.
1435h
Some pictures from 10-04-2007
As best as I can tell, there are only grey vehicles and one red one in this cluster at a busy intersection.
One of these again; matching the color of the garment to that of the vehicle. This dude is Asian, so I am quite sure there is the brown skin component to this arranged color event. The (very) yellow cabs business began in 2005, and is a continuing method to introduce me to this vivid color, more than I would like. The week before this, a woman wearing a similar colored long coat was gangstalking me at this very location.
It is absurd as it seems, taking a John Deere lawn mower across this intersection, cutting the grass in October. There are three red vehicles clustered together at this intersection, and this is one of the perp's abiding games, passing one color in front of others; vehicles, clothing etc. In 2002, at my daughter's riding school, when the perps were drilling the hell out me with their pain inducing radiations, they had me hang around a John Derre tractor that was conveniently left in place, and this abated the head pains. I would imagine this is the reason they like to bring this vehicle types and make into the vehicular gangstalking melieu, even if they need to drive one downtown where there is no grass to cut.
The operative about to do his jaywalking routine first has to show me his pink shirt. Where he got this from is a total mystery as there is no drycleaner in this neighborhood. A neighborhood pub is the adjacent business with residential housing filling in the rest. Two silver-grey vehicles in file is an all-the-time event nowadays.
This will be a short blog posting today, as I am due to go to my parent's place imminently, all in the cause of family gangstalking. Such a treat, prostrating myself for this.
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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