Sometimes, I'm not as clear as I would like

In my last post, I was referring to the frustration of Musk and his products and how he is so sensitive and like, we're coming for you.  The psychotronic warfare has been a nightmare for me. I'm not too fond of the new gods or angels.  They never ask is if it's okay.  

Don't rely on me, I suppose, listen to the music.

They will try to run away from my text, declaring me an idiot, yes, and especially now.  However, their little gangs are less than to be desired.  They have done these things sneakily.  I'm not looking forward to one world government, as that's impossible, and being dragged off for crushes on guys or whatever else. How many mistresses has Musk had?  Yet they're killing the less than desired people in his mind.

They have nothing left.  Good luck getting rid of OnlyFans.  We all know he's a racist scumbag anyway, kill the helpless. 

Or make them pedophiles and worse.  

Kind of like how I'm a parasite.  I've said they can fix things if they wish. Right now, the usuals are being taken and then out on the street dazed and confused.

"Machines of Our Disgrace," by Celldweller. We're all supposed to capitulate to their force, though they claim to be helping to uplift the world.  Oh no...

Ask Blue Stahli what he's doing.  I have dealt with him, not Musk. Enjoy Blue Stahli's torture rooms and turning your family into mushy peaches. I don't like you either. That's how they're really going to be.

Good Morning World

 Well, I slept well. I don't remember my dreams. I was awakened abruptly, and I'm thankful for that because I've been sleeping too much.  

I had a small breakfast of lemonade and one biscuit with gravy.  Also, I consumed a large glass of ice water. I don't know about you, but my stomach sometimes hurts in the morning. 

I listened to the next song of mine and laughed. The new song isn't trying to kill me, a nice treat compared to the usual, die, die, die.  The ones with the power are all afraid they are going to die. I'm all for a a trial for them.

I do think it'll be a complicated one with rulings of entrapment and blackmail.  

Good luck to them!

Issues With Musk: A Gentle Warning

 I don't like Musk, and he is not an equal to Durov.  Thanks to his damn machines, I live in a nursing home.  He can come for me however he wants to--or his minions.  He needs to look in the mirror about violence and anger. I read his book.  It'll be pinned on me because he's never had to be accountable.  I feel no anger. Today, I'm floating around.  

What is he going to do to me and people who don't like him, drag me out and away from the grandmas as they fight with their walkers?  It turns out I'm a nice person.  I get preyed upon.  Look, honey, you can do anything to me.  I didn't even know the year this morning.

I'm not your poorboy to beat, and I haven't committed a crime, not willingly.  I have no rights.  I'm not the one dragging people to black sites for adjustment.  And you're a shitty scientist.  Oh no, spoiled rich boy will say I have to die now. I hurt his feelings. How could I?  I try to talk about issues.

Napalm.

They won't talk about that one. 

They are trying to copy Russia. 

You will be deceived. 

New gods problems.  Angels suck.

It seems as though I have been rejected

 That's okay. I usually talk to Youtube and Google, but not anymore.  

The pastor came with a fiddle player, and we all sang songs about Jesus.  Most of the residents here are from the country and many watch programs on the television all day about the coming of the lord of the takings of the lord.  

I go to Bible study on Tuesdays with a woman from the home.  During the summer, we worked on Jesus' miracles, and I learned a lot about the power of faith.  

Jesus is kind of like a western Buddha when people follow the red print.  

They don't try to convert me, which is nice.  I know they have been kept safe and away from destructive society by their faith, a type of blindness that soothed any impacts.

I also think about Augustus and how the cross betrayed his power and must have cussed until he died.  The Romans believed in crushing rebellion at any stage, and wanted to see proof that Jesus was the son of God and his achievements?  

Jesus founded a worldwide religion.  He's legit, right?

Many people today still ask for proof, miracles.  I think miracles are above human comprehension.

For me, a personal God is strange.  I don't think he'd cater to one person.  

"Bad Mind and Beetard Land"

  If you know me, and you don't, and I just comment here.  I was reading the whole Campbell thing. She's black and so there are "not allowed" thoughts here. We are indirectly racist or raised to let blacks bypass us and then get mad inside.  It keeps us at each other.  I met many racist blacks in the army. They have a whole different kind of parenting. My mom is a drunk and let us be wild or had/has serious issues.  She saved my life with the psychotronic thing. I was like, wait a minute, mommy doesn't like me and wouldn't ever say that. It was too nice. She recently told me to stop calling her. I can only imagine what her confessions would be. Quincy was fried.  He told me at a family gathering, 'my brain' is pickled. And I don't drink. The life had fallen from his heart.  I'm trapped, right? We all help mom now even though she lies about our upbringing or is mean.  We don't need songs like, "Call Me When You're Sober" by Evanescence.  That's nice, and one sister goes to clean up the house, as she likes to do that anyway. 

 My dad is a piece of shit who loves to destroy people and others' problems he can exploit. He's a drunk and has bipolar really bad. I have it, too, and you can ask Campbell about that one and "Spanish Lady."  I'm happy when I get a mania and get a lot done.  He's like, the darkness has descended.  Special ed also crushed me and him, even though they didn't used to put people in to the retard class unless they were severely disabled, like the palsy kids and retarded children.  He always gets mad over money and gifts. He does it on purpose to harass my mother.  They share things with me, too.  

I've had a lot of physical and health problems over the years, several from being attacked, poisoned, you name it. Swollen brain, but heart problems were the worst. Pinuwaka heard the murmur, and they should have seen my vitals around that time.  I left her office not feeling so hot, if you can imagine.  I feel bad for anyone who has permanent damage. One nurse told me I'd be fine even with the one I had, that it would go away, and the murmur did.  And yes, they have agents in the hospitals.  They missed my head injury.  I don't know how, but they found a way.

  My evil thoughts were not bad besides being pissed about not having healthcare (trust me, this is nice), and I couldn't go to school, which I'd been trained to explain my drain... I have issues with boys/men whatever because of how I've been treated by them and my dad.  I also like rich men--not trying (fantasy), but it won't happen.  I'd be stuck with tantrum boy now, perhaps a younger version.   I get sexually assaulted a bunch.  Sorry, Durov, I know you love me. Would you like to be matched with me? Don't be successful. I don't even have front teeth. The rest are falling out.  Well, draw your own conclusions, nobody.  Eventually, and I'm not speaking for Zheani, but we end up getting sick from the training and programming they do.  A little out of context but, "drink some of this" or whatever. It's the blood of the holy.  Then come one hundred voices.  They're mad and want to justify themselves, since all of the spooks.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whfQf3Pd5bU  I couldn't get back in time--had to be tortured, so some of my relatives became entrepreneurs for a while.  It makes me laugh.  If you do a, we have to do b.  It gets to the point where they can't control it anymore.  The psycho ops people in the army made me a hypersexual pedophile and bragged about being able to mess with a brain. They don't heal or help. Just wait until paying you guys will be in bribes, and people will pay them to have naughty confessions like that my goal in life is to give Putin an erection and that I have to make room for new life by killing Putin's daughters and that there are Russians at the window.  I told my mother, "but I want to be good."  When she responded, I was like, she wouldn't ever say that. That was nice.

Good luck!  If I don't stay in my current prison, I'll end up in prison after they rob me, saying whatever.  I already had to dodge the pedophile thing from them. A trip the doctor.  They've already learned that I'm expensive. A lot of cuts were to stop us from moving to such ends because I'm expensive :P

I used to be a Beetard, which made me crazy. It is okay to think. It is okay to not like someone. You don't have to give up everything, you have choices.  No more gaslighting.