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Not safe, turtle ships then other shit...
Reconnect with the conscious nature.Something with "flight recorder" at slo in 2018.
Letter to my mom, or Angela, or the family I once had, lost somewhere: You have to leave it alone with Mexico. They don’t understand how low we are and how used to do all the work they are. They have the honor and cowardice of the Japanese and the gang bang mentality of the black people. They are drowning in satanism and hentai, more power is can’t fight back, and it's a mockery of the secret society, molesting people like fast food. Deeper worlds say there’s too many of them and the only thing that will help is cutting down their numbers. Stay as far away from Mexico as possible. No trespassing, 3 passing? They have a god damn orange tree. It’s a world you'd want to skip anyway I believe. The 3 of us, plus 2 and another or more, spread out across worlds don't have to do anything. Nobody can life steal the eye, who someone is without memory. Fits with what I've heard, people don't want to die with only Satanism, if any, and are about to. There will be nothing else to judge them by. You've been through enough, you'll be alright. You were once the kindest person I’ve ever met. Suspended in the air to magically throw up for eternity I'm hearing was green lighted. Someone thinks it's what they deserve, and all they deserve. Mexican people love bragging about raping my mom in the ass, and that's all I know.
Flick your face is an insanity of satanism. They have 3 victims; chains broke and incepted to take the blame with every trick in Hollywood for shit others do. That's why virginity is sacred and what they do to people is too gross. 2 towers is the best solution. It's nature and then technology, and of that, we are the middle.
Translation: He oído que se está creando algo que hace que la gente flote en el aire y vomite mágicamente por toda la eternidad. Lo que México le ha hecho a la sociedad secreta es tan repugnante que no se les ocurre nada más merecido. Se niegan a dejar de violar a mi gato para viajar en el tiempo, y cosas peores. Y utilizan todos los trucos de Hollywood para la «televisión» más ilegal. Apuesto a que la mitad de ustedes son víctimas y que Japón realmente hizo esto, pero ni siquiera lo mirarán. Me han atacado violentamente todo el día otra vez, y el mismo olor a pene de DC en la biblioteca. Lo mismo, el olor a pene de otra persona, perfumado como un arma energética. Oye, más puñaladas en el cuello, qué sorpresa.
English: I'm hearing a thing to suspend people in the air and magically throw up for eternity is actually being made. What Mexico has done to the secret society is so gross, they can't think of anything else more deserved. They refuse to stop raping my cat for time travel, and worse. And they use every trick in hollywood for the most illegal "tv". Willing to bet half of you are victims and Japan really did this, but you won't even look. Attacked violently all day again so far, and same dik smell again from dc at the library. Same, someone else's dik smell, perfumed like an energy weapon. Hey, more neck stabbing, what a surprise.
Not sure what else to do. Could take taco bell to court for having a conspiracy with mental institutions and black-market prostitution, with brick-and-mortar evidence. The worse they can do is associate my isolated life with porn and then take credit for both.
2/6/26 - In santa cruz, again, put in an application at cruzio and have woken up straight to harassment at the park ever since. I'm not allowed to do laundry. Tried going back, got cold shoulder and energy weapons.
I'm not safe to telepathy because it's not me they talk to. Clover beds say we're also plants and hiding from yourself is bad, not bad. Still trying to advertise needing work, otterapps.org. The help I'm getting from naturism is lamp to stuff set in motion. Hearing they didn't know how bad it would be, or be ongoing in tangents. 3 people means it's a trick to do anything to each other. Hearing i have to leave the country to see a doctor. There's like, no way for me to do that. 6 people in life lines on my hand, still.
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Greetings, I'm a gamer hobbyist, and weird person. This is a rough draft for Elephantine, seeking courageous entrepreneurs. Theme of people not wanting to lose their jobs creating perpetual motion during a natural disaster while going crazy to know and remember everything in a competition of drug-like advantages.
The film requires diesel-powered motorcycles, wardrobe and actual octopuses, or those rubber finger puppets and a good collection of muscle-men figurines. Otherwise, a plurality of special effects guru might do the trick. I cannot. Worst case scenario, the whole thing in original final fantasy graphics.
So, a worldwide earthquake is followed by an invasion of triffid, that look like
beds of clover and hate being stepped on, with plant-like screams.
The oceans are poisoned by chemicals from collapsed buildings. Dead fish washing up upon beach shores exhibit zombiesque pleas for water.
The moon also begins to appear larger as a subtlety in the background, and as the movie progresses it continues to, eventually realized fearfully.
Gigantic octopus begin to flee the water. They double in size, and spastic, ravage the land in confusion, before settling down to hide. They resurge as people are fleeing to Canada, with stealth and tactics. The military is driven underground to fend off investigative and bizarre assaults. A scene with an inflatable exoskeleton hamster-ball ends with it placed in the ocean.
Weird honks and synthesized noise emit from the giants, and the smaller of them have expressive eyes and speak by vibrating parts of their skin.
To escape gloom and doom people start doing a super addictive drug called Nirvana that gives them dubstep-like turrets, desiring more knowledge.
Discussion between the smaller octopus say big ones are sacred and cannot tolerate to not eat everything. Attempting to communicate they sound like drunk radio personalities. As they give up and attack, Who ordered calamari?
They say suddenly as if aggressive and aware of prejudice, showing intelligence and omnipotence of another kind, maybe. The smaller octopus might say they work for the government, and a silly one.
Meanwhile, in Canada, shivering clover beds start muttering riddles, cows jump over the moon and the sky is falling. Birds in the street complain about cheap bread. Gargantuan red squid make their way through the snow. Many parish from the cold while trying to escape. They might have jet fighter robots.
Now afraid of the clover beds, the military creates natureless containment, while being yelled at by the clovers: fools, you also are plant, help us!!
The final scene is crushed by the moon, flattening the earth surface into mud,
after it rolls around and then gets sucked back into orbit. People in the castled shelters emerge much later to a different world of tar, plants, highly intelligent dinosaurs and extra-dimensional insects weaving organic silk used as food.
End credits might have one or two octopus beat-boxing a song by The Doors. Good vibe style might help b-movie quality. Also, Not in Nottingham might be a good song for a sad part, I don't know. Octopus preforming action sceens with ridged tentacle spider and upright humanoid mimicking because yikes. In the snow they could make their own sleds.
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^_^:Updatad___thisis1/3/26 9:45am..DC
Lug...washington dc west end library:8/13/2025, 12:44pm:
Weird stuff keeps happening seeming to want buzz clips of harassed stuff to blame the wrong person with. Someone is thrown at me after a succession of everything else. What I know about 2 or more people is threatened beyond imagination and cruelly incepted.
Too harassed to update this site, started a game called castle wall and other things urgent ever since. Going back to the west coast for a minute at least.
Love affair or corporation dynamic, something or nothing makes sense.
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Random
Current enough photos. Ocean is blue, and the earth is red. The night is green.
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Amaten..?