Saturday, December 11, 2010

You are/have been reading, My Great Utterances!

As I was filling my soul with the breath that searches fore secrets to share. I begin to communicate. Then a reconfigure prompt appears to upgrade my last computer before debt. Do I trust, they'll do it their way if you don't! That's when you know it's op's. If they don't get it their way, neither will you!

I've paid to beyond marriage and the pile driven protection of loving your kind to not extend my circle! Mother FUCK! I'm a Rock N Roller!!! I've been imprisoned via the bastards using the plight they steal upon thee, into the night.

The guidance of the many onslaught is not only designed to perform, but is tortuous, if you don't! I've been hustled so many times, through well thought out strategies (life long friends,that really never existed, but everyone else remembered them too! That's denial), with proof, oh, I mean poof!

When most anyone can be programmed, you're choices of trust, need protection. I've watched them do friends, tell me to my face and watched, it happen and who the fuck do you tell, when they, never existed! They designed the most ornate program.. You could pick the least of our capable kind, hook them up, and still, kick our asses!

That tech, recycled several times within time frames in the 60's, as though it was, being rewritten, corrected before their lies!

To fuck with them, the greatest power there is!

They know we can! If enough of U.S., become, AWAKE!

My fears of the perception of me, it hurts, to see how far oi-vay you are from the truth! You truly do believe what they program you to..

All designed psycho warfare is designed first operandi- to isolate the monkey, to perform the deed.. From their mind shit is implemented to summon the desired effect from bombardment to interrupt-us, broadcast in any media, mind recorded messages looped to insanity, and the depth to which, in ab-jectivity, one could only guess. But, you must become the stream, to feel, it's effect!

If you have a reality after a myriad of what the fuck, why nots you do begin to callous, or you break..

I let it shout hear.

I've listened to my inner voice. It said, let me outta hear...

Then I realized they are, and one must see the flavor, of the onslaught, to see it's gratification, in the implementation, of their work. The bastards love destroying things! They've nothing better to do. They, Why(?), Not!

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