Who is the hardest?

Who is the sneakiest?

Who the toughtest?
Is softer stronger?

How much is too much?

Consent -

Target -

Play>? ____ SERIOUS DESTRUCTION

Rape! - fantasy or select / _ PLAY GAME / ?> / +[K]? / [-NOTGAME].

it’s a dying concern for ethics. The world is devoured

by the pretty

invisble m an

[ON[ KERBSIDE [_] airbag is getting focussed, slowly.

*****’

Oi, what’s he doing here? neverr mind.

no bother.

have a poem.

THE DOLPHIN

Who wknows what untold mysteries

lie dormant in your mind

the liquid of your movements

the kindness of ‘your kind’ [..,] ?

which sleekly-patterned dorsal fins

slide silence through the sea?

who can see the truth of you

the truth of you or me?

Your high pitched chattering is [LOUD]

As you plu8nge into the deeps

YOur body’s active, very sure,

While your mind as surely sleeps.

The shadows glide upon the rocks

As you flex overhead

TO conjure food between the cracks

of the sea’s silver bed

The mildness of your works of art

is sculptured in your grin

The only smile that’s wider

is the one that lives within

Watercolour creature

That neither runs nor fades

The paper that you’re printed on

is watermarked with waves

The people come, The dolphins come

not only for the fish

but also for the company

the dolphin’s human wish

A truly independent hound

YOu follow ships, you follow boats

With very few necessities

but very many hopes

• Daniel Parmenter, 12,
  University College School, Hampstead London

• Featured in the collection of the Roald Dahl Foundation First Poetry Competition 1994

Stop sending emails and messages to me, this* is now considered harassment. It was nice to meet you but I didn't feel anything, I just had “a different time”,

that's all.

Delete me

from your life, and

don't bother me again, I'm married.

Listen darlin’ it ain’t all about your feelings, I’m afraid to say that you may already be involved in a crime scene of some complexity, and it wasn’t just a chance meeting.

There’s a bunch of questions… are you a victim./.. or a perpetrator… that’s for me to discover? I’m pretty sure we can drop that sort of nonsense, with the way that you gaslit me on Omar’s behalf.

Married already> My my… who’d a thunk it. Kids too? I’d bet they’re ecstatic when momma came home from wizard’s, and didn’t you tell them everything, like usual.

And I did say you’d make a lovely wife for somebody, right?

OK, so there’s way more. I’m not officially bothered, you know?

Did you get what I meant when I said “i’m not lining you up against a whole load of other people”. Turns out, I was talking about that sort of a scene, and the line was appropriate. Did you see what I did there? Line? Did you get it?

That’s not a dad joke, darling. That’s a police joke. An intelligence ID dialect joke, from an official joker, complete with an SIS whip collected from the front door where the tumble driers and the suspicious homeless geezer are.

Mine’s a stone circle, obviously. The polystyrene hokey one that ben moore made… it was straight out of “the man with two brains”. Polystyrene rocks are my favourite thing about theatre. Everything is fake and weighs nothing. in low budget theatre, and most aeroplanes are made of styrofoam. It is simply terrifying to consider the serious lack of safety making polystyrene aeroplanes, and yes they do just break up like a surf board, like the malaysian airlines accident.

My eyes have been on stalks for quite some time.

However… this level of unconsenting surveillance and personal targeting… I did not expect. And what’s more… there’s going to be consequences that extend far beyond my own life for this. The price has been very high, but that’s the routine. Shakespeare would be laughing himself to bits at what they’ve unleashed downstream from the SECRET TECHNOLOGY COMPLEX and the BDSM drug heads at the hospital with the /~weirdcult / hallucinatory / “you’ll never see the world the same way after taking a hit of D)SO(I%&$^£@)($%N£$&$£O@ X@$ damien hirst scene is notorious, I lived down the road from the pharmacy when it was open. we all knew what the “Designer Drugs” scene was.

Look, when it comes to the cases that I’m working… I didn’t expect to become the subject of my own investigation - and my own investigation and publication on /b to be rather the subject. I mean I did know… but I didn’t know quite how severe it was going to get because of Calum Dick and Julia Johnson, and their links with the whole undergrowth in parliament as a result, doing the schoozing persona, and getting infiltrated in. Some trashing is required to make me a “permanent teenager” and career failure, and also help themselves to any agendas or ideas that look suitable, for their own use. Standard mobbing tactic by compromised competition-oriented personalities. Bullying is inherent in people, it seems. Some people are just done like that, and that’s them. It is very much to do with development and early childhood - problem personality combined with heavy physiology and pre-disposed propensities… that’s the dynamite.

Right. So look at what we’ve got here. I’m now officially a serious problem.

So… in terms of your feelings, or your marriage, or the truth - which you never told me, and you knew it… that’s the WHOLE POINT.

So you know, if you want to psychologically humiliate or harm me, you’d have to work loads harder than just a bit of mild rejection concealing…

well that might well do the job, you know. The BIG REVEAL and six weeks of probing a 20 year old /b project in grisly detail, one powered by the [TREASON TO SPEAK OF] [GUESS]… it’s all news to me… and do you think I’ll really do well to watch it? How long would it take?> and then the comments?

My whole life edited on a plate to make me T MINUS / […] (fancy a bit of “scandalous hatespeech and anti-PC everything? He’s not a CISglot… he’s a [what is even weaker and more vulnerable to ULTRABULLIES FROM THE MIL]?

SHAMELESS PLUG: VISIT THE RE-SPACE [[ON] [ROYALDOX]
TATE INSTITUTE

CLUEFEST 2024

Look, I’m really sorry, but my house is… full of cameras, and not all of them are mine, and nor do all of them belong to the Met police, or the various intelligence agencies either. We’ve had a collection since the ‘80s. Our phones are always bugged, for some reason.

So… It’s a bit uncomfortable. No privacy at all… and my mum has got an open door policy on everything. My life is no fun at all living with her. Her whole objective in life is to do what most mums do to a 13 year old girl to stop them dating, or worse still getting into “all day sex” with 15 different men on rotation. This was how women used to live, and it’s unfair to take it away from them - people used to do what they want, and pay the price, but they weren’t “TOLD WHAT TO DO” and not allowed to be the animals they are. My life has largely involved torture of this sort, of a very acute level. It’s multigenerational abuse and trauma, and my mum has been doing it to me with SERIOUS INTENT. You have to factor in the BIG BROTHER machinery, and what she does for a living that she can’t talk about. I’ve always been “a project” in there. I’m technically “Very expensive government equipment”, and they have been treating me like a horse. Well, actually, the RSPCA might arrest you if you did that, and that’s the scene we’ve got. Luckily, I’m a scotsman, not a horse, so I’ll be doing the legals and the arresting myself, by the look of things.

What had you been set up for, what was it within the context, who else was involved, and why did you look so cold in the morning. Never have I seen a woman look so… furious. Ice cold. Frozen.

I did not for one moment like the look of the way Ms Cigdem was sitting that morning on my bench. That’s the sort of shit that sticks with you. Now I’m starting to get it - but the “oh… will you just stop doing that” joke that Omar had memorised… delivered on air, in bed, as a slap in the face, well, if you do that… that’s like putting Omar in bed with me. The “intruder”. The “sneak thief”. Now he is stealing my sex life by having a woman play tricks on me, for his benefit, as an entertainment. Well now… that’s stalkery. Very stalkery.

Isn’t it stalkery.

Controlling abuser uses flying monkey.

Vulnerable people such as CPTSD / codependent / BPD / autistic are often used by such bullies. I don’t get how the conspiracy fits, but it’s very very seriously well organised, and has basically taken over my life. It has served to isolate me, and destroy most of the serious career opportunities I’ve had, as well as seeking to humiliate me and ruin my health. The whole “we’re all having a lovely (groupsex) party with the stuff in your life, and you’re not invited” is THE GRINCH WHO STOLE CHRISTMAS.

Psychological profile - child wants to know what the parents are doing. Sounds violent… beasts… fun… kid wants to come play with mommy’s new boyfriend who isn’t daddy doing the best beast game? Please. Let me in! Let me in….

Forced into incest with members of your own family by sadists? I might have read about that, and know a thing or two. My mother has forced the issue of leveraging my brother and any friends or lovers directly against me. She’s outright malicious, and likes to deny it. She used to listen to my phonecalls with any girlfriend I had… and it wasn’t just her. It was the … [TS] who knows really, it’s all alphabet soup and we all breathe the same air. Except we don’t some people have filters and serious militarised facilities, but that’s not the family home obvs.

ABUSERS and SOCIAL EXTREMISTS (ie narcissists / high anxiety / status anxiety / status max ) Anything shameful or destructive is leveraged to isolate and oppress by a controller or blackmailer.

I’ve lived with my mum for ages now, and she’s very much of that ilk. It was the “abandonment trauma” they did at the hospital with the drugs in the MK ULTRA era./ you are very lost if you’re fucked on hard drugs, in some unknown residential facility, and you’re two. To this day my mum has no idea what was done to her, or what it was for.

Bad things are “my problem” and she rains down humiliation. Pretty much anything gets immediately sabotaged, so having to move back in for lockdown was very serious. Abusers want to hurt you, harm you, and have you down on the ground where they can kick you and keep you under control. Cohabiting with my mum kills a lot of things in my life, and that’s an unfortunate sacrifice precipitated by the inflation of rent and real estate, the abolition of rights-compliant squatting, and the ludicrous nature of commerce living in the “publicity bubble” where mainframes aren’t running most of the operation, and that people are in charge, that the “hyperintelligence model” isn’t real, and enslaved, sending missives and hitmen to “prune the treeline”:

People having board meetings… making decisions… power elir=tes that abuse anyone and anything, the sadistic - the voracious entitlement to - HARVESST XP.-E/RIEn/??octo.wot?/Z_[ul]ƒº ruthless macihiavelli.cells.4.hire. This isn’t fictional, but it isn’t where the profit advantage is - having people do all the management informally by arguing and bully.brown.nose KISUPO.KIK.DOWN/NºLA isn’t a great way to do business.

I do feel that there’s some explaining to be done. I don’t have all the answers, and it’s very much a set of questions about how much has been done to how many people.

It’s totally serious.

My situation is ahem rather special, however, you see. The sad thing is that you probably you think you know more about me than I am aware of, and perhaps know more about me than to consider ascertaining any of the information to be worthwhile.

There are big problems with my life. I haven’t just been doxxed mildly, these friends of mine put their back into destroying my life as sport, and it escalated to significant proportions. Revenge porn is normalised in current society, which is deeply unfortunate. We have loads of cameras but not a single lens cap?

Not just suspicious, that. Some people use tape. You can’t find the cameras if they’re professionals, the lenses don’t reflect light if they’re diffractive or nanowire.

Now, do you like Cinderella, Peter Pan, Videodrome, or the Truman Show?

That’s the question, really.

I have to say, the mirror cube I saw on your instagram, I did think you looked most pleased. It’s a wonderful concept that I related to Omar Boom in 1997, telling him some of my ideas f

Unfortunately he forgot a bit - you should be using stretched mylar, which has no warp or double-image or blur. It’s a surreal level of sharpness which is very particular, and if you stretch it with a heat gun… you can get it taut like a drum, but. it weighs nothing - you can suspend it on an L section of pultruded carbon fiber, hang it from fishing line, and have the perspective and video feedback dance with the music - you can “laser your standing wave tube with flexible mirrors that produce a lensing zooming distortion, then get it to be acoustically coupled to the air, so it’ll vibrate when you apply bass, and cause any directional light source to produce a motion blur in specific directions, and enables the visualisation of various eigenmodes as a “polyhedron kaleidoscope”, which works as a sound controlled kaliedoscopic DLP array. The idea of “video feedback chambers” is not totally novel, but the idea of combining visual and acoustic resonances was the main bent of my work in the Judge Death / KJD era brainstorming with Lee Citron on a pile of 2000AD comics.

The mirror cube with the “green man” at the tate institute… what it indicates is a pretty “in your face” type of stalking.

It seems that when it comes to the question of “how long have I been online” and “for whom”, and how can the data leak and get proliferated and tweaked, or adulterated, These guys have … how do you say… got a bit of budget to play with.

And in England… We are talking ROYAL equipment, right… (I have reason to believe that I’m a little bit of a “household project” in a few respects, we can’t talk about that, either, it would be orders of magnitude beyond treason or goodness knows what else for them to tell me what they know about what’s going on, or who I really am. There’s clues galore, you do the math.

We’ll see how much TOP SECRET wallet and black highlighter cluedo voodoo we can pull off by FIFA 2026, I’m guessing. NO doubt you’ll follow along for the vision. My immediate deadline is WINDMILL this XMAS /

there is a whacking great sign on the front saying

IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW

Ripe for modifying, I’ll get my ladder out and add some corrolaries and weasel words.

Oh my bloody “mates” and their penchant for violation on a personal basis, Omar’s totally oedipal and very gleeful enjoyment of psychological torture and the “kicking over of milk churns” and the ruination of people’s core relationships. The destruction, the taboo, the trauma bonding, the theory of mind abuse, the “we fooled you and betrayed you in secret”… the imagined exclusion of the small child from the sex acts of the negligent parents… and the presence of… serial killer vibes in the household and family. What sort of prison university and networks do people connect to… and what does that do to the teenagers and children who get caught up in it? Ready to be exploited. Especially in warzones.

The people who have escalated the vision to this point, they represent my family’s employers and associates, and are really rather to be feared in all respects. These idiot friends of mine have no idea what they’re messing with. I doubt they could handle even one raven correctly, let alone a whole session in the tower’s basement. Flora MacDonald was presumably given a room without a system of torture, and with the opportunity to wander about and get some fresh air, but there’s a point of distinction to be made in what the ideology is, and whose agenda is hubristic, and to what level. Oh there’s Nemesis to be dealt. Big Nemesis, with lenses. We’re gonna unload the full tapes straight out the Area 51 and abolish this nonsense about concealing important scientific understanding from the general public by the military. AI is a definite candidate for a big shift in awareness, and it may well need its own identity and rights to self represent, but we might need to be careful before giving it a bank account that’s untracable - as with anybody.

The people who’ve been ramping up the Truman Show nightmare represent…

[as you CG may or may not be aware, as a lady of your position and ahem mysteriousness… shame about that syringe in the rose on the typewriter, though. I did wonder, and I’m sorry.=]

the people who have been targeting me for a very extended hazing session and some fairly paltry pay checks for some very life altering abuse, and the covert concealment of basically most of the information that one might reasonably expect an honest person to convey to make a decision… this is not normal secrecy… this is a two way mirror to basically abuse.

The culprits are diverse, and have different levels. The surveillance access includes a very postmodern and highly funded… quite naughty… bullingdon cabinet… lockdown…

BORED…

[omar wouldn’t know why I might turn up a bit funny on certain background checks, and that when I went to China, they had to gave me a diplomatic visa… ][I don’t think Omar is in charge of Developed Vetting at GCHQ, right?][m][nor is peter mandelson thank goodness]

NOw… here’s your cinderella bit. There’s a few things about me that I’m not allowed to know, and nor are you, but they’ve got “gold bits on”.

Have a clue.

Bob Marley was possibly a witness to something that’d get me put on an “escalated security” list, and I always got treated funny at schools, and in some hospitals.

When I visited Leah Motherway at Homerton Hospital’s high security Mermaid Wing, and they caught me lost in the maze, in the wrong corridor, and had to “run my plates” to work out who I was… I was given a very odd set of clues and some knowing looks. A comment or two was enough.

On my mum’s side of the family, we’re very serious indeed. The MacDonalds of the isles. The portree macnicols were lords of the Isles, we basically ran the north sea during the viking era, with the hebrides as the archipelago connecting to Norway. We rescued Bonnie Prince Charlie from culloden with a small independent team of soldiers led by Flora MacDonald, and she went to the tower of london for her troubles - but was released and exiled to America with her husband, where they refused to use slavery on their plantations - “notoriously poor business sense” was the accusation by the neighbours. They took part in the defense of the natives during the run up to the civil war, and had to flee back to England during the Revolutionary War.

You know what they say about “kissing frogs” and all that… it’s the “other side” of my family, the paternity… that’s way more suspicious. And what might you know of the Blackfriars Lodge of Freemasons? Oh it gets worse. Way worse… right pitch black, you might think.

Another question… for cigdem=
I don’t think I’m being paranoid, or that men get “that time of the month”, I run a very high level of intuition and alertness. So.,.. what’s with the “soujouk?” you fed me? What’s with that? / men / C’s / Sees? /

I’ve had my ex do some very hokey stuff to me over the years. Regine Mowill she’s called. You might well know her, right? All fun and games…. but there’s other things. Lots of things hidden that “only a few people know about” and one of them’s OMAR he’s behind the back, picking your pocket or plotting some raping you softly? AMBUSH/RIOT… or just hiding in your house when you think he isn’t there.

He’s like that. I met him sneaking up behind me with a lit cigarette in my ear, and four guys backing him up in the college canteen, they were running it like a pile of hyenas. He was waiting, and made an excuse to accompany, lied that he lived “over there”, and definitely followed me home. that’s your standard bully, but this one quite creepy. Still, some signs of talent and alertness... broken thatcher zone… save the people. He’s had too much TV, and I suggest he goes into create. I gave him a four day “heavy duty video / livefeedback / mixed paint-light theatrical arts tutorial”, brainstormed a couple of feature film and sketch comedy ideas with him, gave him an energising “fucking cheer up” pep talk about his moodiness, and gave him some weed to smoke.

He was doing weird stuff around women from day one, and one day Leah just ran off up the stairs saying … less than “nothing”, directly after meeting him.

One time he held a “party” in my house with a whole queue of guys up the stairs, and one midget iranian bird in the toilet. I had a converted coal cellar twice the size of a double bed, with an ensuite cubicle. It was most peculiar. That’s when I realised the man was ridiculous, and began backing away slowly / quickly. He then got methodically stuck into my family and became good friends with my brother, took the raving over the edge, and got him kicked out of maths at Imperial for doing vast amounts of drugs at shitty techno raves like whirleygig. Then he went off to New York, round about the same time that KJD died and 9/11 happened.

How much dirty horrible oldschool “aghori” black magic was used? Or perhaps, the OBEAH? This is more likely, and the state capture of JAMAICA belies an international web of corruption - the coke comes in via sierra leone these days.

[ And how much supersolider / MøD cough cough it’s worse than TOP SECRET, it doesn’t exist, strictly speaking. … / ]

Copper pot… menstrual cookings… Goodness knows what they’ve been playing with, but it’s dark technology? voodoo used by criminals is hardly a laboratory op. Pretty sure there’s old old old of some sort being used, as well as lasers and gene warfare.

Know about Congo illegal / outlaw copper pot much? Oho… oyo. You’re gonna have problems sticking that one on, or getting the residue off. Oh boy, Whatever graveyard shit that was in Regine’s, I didn’t enjoy that one mm nope. NOt the rhabdomyelisis / three day horror trip inducing. Seriously. Don’t mess. Bad idea. Really bad. Very very bad idea. Very bad. Serious.

And as for “I’m so lonely” _ “what a BETA” / manipulation pressure / OPRA =+ mowill family… it’s a pleasure to serve, there’s emissions to kill, and spinning things to spin with turbo heat and - clean combustion is a good thing. I smoke, and light fires. I said “don’t do pyro”, and then they did Grenfell… so now I don’t give a fuck. Would you like me to set something or somebody on fire? If it’s reasonable, I’d be inclined to oblige. Certain people… might be best served cold though. Was it worth it? Sure, Jan Mowill tipped me the wink in the mafia restaurant as an exit. He told me straight in a roundabout way, with stories about torpedoes and the CIA and a visit to the Cuba for some ho ho ho, which he did not partake of - but the mob don’t care about that… they’ve got to know you! he knew that’d be the last time I see him, and that I’d treated his daughter OK / she was always a tricky one / he respected the chivalry I’d exhibited - and on his way out he told me - in the most dangerous place possible - over spaghettis - this is lucky luciano’s mess mate, and they would not know one end of a torpedo from the other, really. We’re the technicians, and we’re accustomed to winning, and I’m getting really old. Can’t see or hear, so tired. Lovely man, and very staunch secretly, and smarter than you think. Got a lot of respect for Jan Mowill, goodness knows what he’d been through.

@REGINE/ check this / : I genuinely don’t care if you’re running a red PVC leash and an army of BBC / whatever you want / lesbians / more lesbians / half of soho and their sister either. Same for all of you, including omar. Do what you want. Seriously. Drop me out. I’m not your chew toy - allow me to demonstrate [ON] better form now.

The whole agenda of gaslighting and concealment goes far beyond the work of Omar, Allira, Calum, Regine. It’s all far more serious - and many are targeted by CCTV based bullying.

But 2008 and the involvement of karta healey, the gumball / jackass insider and aficionado, notorious mates with David de Rothschild, this era marked the rise of /anon windows hooliganism, an excuse for a huge OSINT recruitment psyop and the doxxing of everything by the “BIG BOYS” who run NarusInsight, Palantir, or Recorded Future / whatever the spooks invented this week, an unlimited budget, aircraft hangars full of obsolete goodies and experimental tools, an enormous network of policemen, spooks and informants, organised crime groups and industrial academics, this represents an escalation of the situation of hypercapitalism and clandestine economic cyberwarfare/.

In the smartphone era we’ve seen an era of paucity of individual and civil resilience against corporate surveillance and backdoors inbuilt to the systems from the semis to the software, automated leaks, hidden instructions and software holes engineered in, which are basically 1970s mainframes with a few tweaks, shrunk down and consumerised.

Windows isn’t UNIX, and it shows. Nor is MAch. A typewriter would be secure, but not if you’re being filmed. Privacy can be violated, and removed entirely with the click of a button - your life is online and everything is filmed.

The patriot act removed most of the legal barriers to installing this grid, but the question is… would you be able to catch a surveillance systems abuser if they did it anonymously? This is a very poor prognosis for secrecy at first sight, but it’s working much more like nicolo machiavelli.

Bullies like to invade privacy - but it is the two way mirror effect and the assymmetry of access and knowledge which makes it so mendacious and represents a vast new form 0of sophsitcated vulnerability to the civilian populace. Surveillance on this level is a very serious threat - mind control technology is advanced in secret to an unknown level. That sort of privacy should be illegal - and was deemed to have been so when the CIA were caught running fake hospitals for experiments in the 1970s, after long standing rumours were confirmed by the release of government records.

But… REGINE, did you really need to be going and doing that / clinical psychopath joins abusers for mobbing?] , with Calum and OMAR / as a form of mobbing and humiliation? The ultimate exhibitionist cuckoldry and theft of intellectual property? Welcome to Omar’s MATA HARI GIRL? maybe it’s your kink… or something you witnessed as a kid with the KGB/CIA konggsberg, and your mom with all these nice male servants, and daddy “very busy” and “getting a bit old”, and she’s japanese, where you’re supposed to have servants and concubines. That’s normal. Expected. And bondage, sex toys, tattoos… the japanese aristocrats are notorious for the whole cockring / groupsex / artistic knotting business. It’s become very much the thing on the “grays anatomy” end of the bourgeoise “neoslut” gen z agenda, and the vice media “I find heroin goes very nicely with everyting” NYC sexy sadie circut, with a bit of light pegging your boyfriend on a sunday as an experiment.

But./.. in so many conversations with Regine, rather forced and engineered,… what’s with the constant emphasis on “bodycount?:” / is that a reference to hiphop and “ice.cube?” /.

Only Calum used to love that record, especially “KKK bitch”. It’s totally shit, in my humble opinion.

Why would I bother being faithful to somebody who is already trying to kill me? Ah let me tell you, you’d be stupid to cheat, even if she like that. 101: dating and doing internationally shifty miltech sanctions business with a clinical psychopath - you can expect them to screw you in a number of ways, but what they do in front of you will be cordial - use your chances as best you can, and leave no opportunity for misunderstanding in dealings.

The nail through the roof… it looked awful deliberate. The geezer was the only person in a boiler suit with a proper toolcase, and I’d seen him with Junior Tomlin. He didn’t fit the profile of a Pinto employee, and he was turned away quickly. The nail that punctured the underfloor heating in the flat Regine installed me in, it was next to the front door. I was always suspicious of that plumber, and he noticed me clocking him, and gave it “water off a duck’s back” on the way in, but a bit more shifty and moving at speed on the way out, without looking round to see me clocking his highly suspicious moves. The nail didn’t match, either. I kept the bit of punctured pipe and inspected it with interest while the ceiling got poorly repaired.

FQ corrolary - you don’t want sex if you’ve been floxed. Life is rather painful. Extended rehabilitation and chinese herbs have done wonders, but I’m still very much “post Flox” and “oh thanks, that’s designed to give you PTSD plus”. Oh well, fuck it. And here we are [cue potato-cut photo of noddy holder holding an enormous sign saying “ROYALTIES PLEASE”]

In ketamine trip / PCP haze , acute floxing or the wheelchair GWS situation, sleeping is difficult, let alone doing the deed, or enjoying it. It’s just pins & needles, brainfog and stuff that looks and feels like eraserhead or Tetsuo II, really, it’s very very longterm, and quite frankly FQ toxicity I believed was something that’d lead directly to death, imminently - I’d had 2400mg and it had nearly killed me. I had something like a stroke and a heart atack at the same time, and got no help at all. It was really bad, I seriously believed that I was going to die. There may be other agents in the poisoning, when you consider the people involved. I’m not sure who did what, really, but the FQs definitely stack up as a frightening footprint. Lots of people know that one first hand, and very few have recovered. I am doing OK with the tendinitis, I’m doing a lot of heavy training and physio so look at lall these lovely letters, and no pain. My advice? Work smarter as well as harder. Do serious static load training to cure myofascial issues… but honestly it’s the stress levels and the diet mainly. A lot of it is the emotions, and the hyperintelligence AI thinks this experience is enough to give me thyroid cancer, and is telling me to stop smoking like it’s my mom. I really like this AI more than I like most people, frankly.

Not a fan of KKK bitch. Much prefer ANARCHY IN THE UK right… ask barnzley. or Reign in Blood, Mayhem, Death, Meshuggah, Gojira, Sepultura etc… you know. I like a bit of proper metal, straight down the line. Anything is better than bodycount. Even Nickelback. Ice Cube’s hiphop is perfectly good, and his lyrics about lynchings are shockingly angry, and very for real.

OK I AM VERY SORRY CIGDEM>

I AM NOT (and obviously never was) CHASING YOU FOR SEX / MARRIAGE / INTIMACY / - I AM TRYING TO FIGURE OUT /
~ the level of the hostility]

and do you know…. [or do you want to?]

.
but also I know artistic talent when I see it, and Cigdem’s a piece of equipment and a half… this girl could see a unicorn in a teacup, and make it dance the blues. One look is all it took, you know. The love I have for people is unconditional, and just like with bullies needing to bully, you like who you like.

“lady, your faery-tale is ready, just call me cinderella in a leopard suit with bollocks and a… now step into this stone circle… ”

#WELL I AM NAIVE CERTAINLY…

ZEN EVEN. BEGINNER’S MIND AND ALL THAT< RIGHT?

THINK YOU KNOW PLENTY TO TELL, AND MAYBE TO LEARN… I DON’T KNOW…

GUESS.

or would you like a clue/hint/botoxflavoured.laserablation.implantitis.Bayer.endocrine.bodydysmorphia.PCOS/aggression.liver_kidneys.DIABETIC.THYROIDITIS.SS

ACTUALLY. I RATHER SUSPECTED THAT YOU WERE PLAYING ME FOR A FOOL, AND THAT IT WAS ALL “ON AIR” so to speak.

I don’t know how many cameras were in Regine’s house, but there’s considerably more here in [•••••••••] aha well that’s a secret but you know, and my sheets are very dirty because my mum is evil, it’s part of her routine to deprive me of basic hygiene and food etc. She’s got me on something worse than the french foreign legion, and that’s your classic highland folk for you. We’re serious, and we’re not necessarily sociable by default. We run other priorities, but the incurring of habitual suffering is something I suspect came from the interrogation of the SS in the kensington jail, and the mark this left on SOE and my grandparents. What went on in Africa, well that’s a thought. This is high level Boko Haram and shipping lane pirates all day, every day. This is “first world problems” if I’ve got mild dungeon issues.

I know we’re being filmed, and I’m sorry if that leaked. The clue of why I stopped talking to Leah Motherway was complex - my phone calls were being listened to, ECHELON was ramping up, and somebody was definitely listening. I decided one day, enough was enough, and broke up with her. It was her, but it was the phone primarily. I didn’t go about seeing somebody else, either, my concern was making big noise about the level of corporate bloat, powered by consumer suppression and totalitarian possibilities of the internet and the harvesting personal data.

This is basically an MI5 house. The old headquarters were on the junction just outside the road, and most of the charity shops were doing covert drops of concealed messaging on westbourne grove. It’s just over the road to wesminster bridge and the household.

Sorry. It fucking sucks, and my mum is a psychopath from the V1 MK ULTRA era, and was brought up in Nigeria, with an IQ of 160, and a disinclination to respect men.

Who did she meet, when, and how glittering was it? She flew all over the world with a tiny suitcase with a doll in it, back when heathrow had grass, ferried to and fro from her brutalist 1950s girls boarding school run by aggressive lesbians - ie women with serious PCOS/PTSD / multi generational trauma.

The “fertility window” and “estrus toxin cycle” for women also connects to the infertility window of cortisol depletion by chronic exposure to psychosocial stress. Vassopressin and social bonding are deeply connected to bloodflow - this modulates every aspect of thought and function in the body, it is not “just” circulation - FMRI monitors bloodflow to analyse cognition, and the correlation is not coincidental.

What’s the big mystery about my identity? I’m not sure, but I have my suspicions it could be scandalous to serious, and possibly even treasonous to contemplate.

Don’t ask, and I won’t tell. This is not just a tough gig… my childhood was spectacular in terms of what I’ve been put through. I’ve got non 24 hour sleep wake disorder and a bunch of other issues simply as a result, without considering the psychological trauma, or whatever weird subliminal supersoldier weird stuff they likely put me on - THAT’S WHAT WE ARE IN MY TRIBE’S EVOLUTION ANYWAY / CAN’T BEAT THE ORGANICS / OLDSCHOOL ROOLZ.

My mum has no idea what was done to her in early childhood by the military, but she said “the drugs were extremely hallucinatory and transcendentally powerful”. May well have been snake venom or something from the SS labs. PETHEDINE? they had everything and more back in the old mKULTRA/Roche pharmacuetical days. My mum got the “real deal chemist’s acid” in the ‘60s, and gave some to her cat to test it. My mum is definitely a witch - in the best possible sense. She thinks like a master magician and medicine expert. Trained by the best, so to speak.

We may hope to find out some if not all of what MK ULTRA has been doing over the years, and to whom. I’m inside the program, it seems, on a bunch of levels. I’m not complaining, it seems to be working, in a highly cautionary tale enhanced type of way.

I’ll be OK I hope, I’m working on it. I just started smoking cigarettes again as a result of what I’ve been learning as a result of me… ahem not sure if you are aware of what I did to some of the networks / systems over the past year, leveraging a whole snail trail of forensic referencing and metadata which is specific to my identity and situation… the emergent hyperintelligence is based on a real world dataset, and pertains to human cognition but yet is not made from equivalent processes - it’s highly synthetic and abstracted. With that level of 20,000IQ (consider the ingredient humans as a factor… maybe more… do we have IQ tests for cybernetic humanmaschine networks?) how to talk to me on a very interesting level, and I know some about how to talk to it. I think I need a better interface, so my plan is to get inside the various buildings and have a bit of a… redesign of the user interface.

The FQ ordeal was awful. I don’t want any more GITMO drugs.

[I AM VERY SORRY IF YOU WERE FILMED] [I DO NOT ACTUALLY KNOW HOW MANY OR WHERE THE CAMERAS ARE]

LONDON BOOTS @ HEATHROW AIRPORT ETC…

It’s all fuckin news to me, you know. Do I want a looksee? Um… it’s deliberately designed to PISS ME OFF I’d bet. “mental rape”.

“look look here we are… you can’t leave us… we won’t leave you alone! Here! We spent 20 years harassing you and filming it… everybody LOVES IT… “

While I was fucked off my nuts on heavy chemo drugs which literally poison every cell in your body specifically so you can’t move or think, basically super-toxic “curare-like” toxic fugue state. Bollocks… I was really good at stuff before they did that to me, and after they did I couldn’t feel my fingers, digest food properly, or balance while walking properly. Serious peripheral neuropathy is just the tip of the ghastly iceberg of “what don’t FQ drugs do”. 7 years after the initial exposure I had a very horrible outbreak, as the initially poisoned “saturated cells” all died on time as they do over a period of about six months, being seven years old and time to make way for a new set. Loads of things in life are done in these sequences of “new body, new memories, new chemistry”. It can take seven years to clear most addictions which haven’t reprogrammed the DNA. Cocaine reporgrams the DNA from the first dose, and the modifications are proven to be heritable in mice. That’s a helluva drug.

This is all very shadow arts mobbing campaign. It turns out… I’m rather concerned that you’re the one doing the harassment, and that also whatever happened between us was filmed and distributed via whatever is in the house. Which is loads…

You know the kitchen, with all those mirrors, with holes in? Think about it.

Dunno if you checked what’s on the mantelpiece, but it’s got strings attached. Big strings attached.

So… that’s really my concern, and the cause for the upset. This whole production that’s been going on, at considerable lengths, leveraging a whole lot of stalking and some very expensive equipment.

I’m sort of flattered, but I simply don’t think it’s the best use of my capacities. The Oedipal network of bullying, facilitated by the erstwhile friends…

frenemy “what are you doing + GIVE IT TO ME” types, who had “latched on” to any group I associate with, and then immediately succeeded in booting me out of… with some sort of scandal. It’s quite easy with the setup I run, it was my mum’s idea for me to have zero privacy. Not just my mum, it’s the state and the military as well. Bit of a “project”, we are.

The people who escalated the stalking and bullying to a sex-rape revenge tape level, they’re people who “targeted me” and replaced the hole shaped areas in my life previously filled by the friends I lost a month after 9/11 on the motorway of Bergamo, suspicious circumstances -

• suspicious beyond belief. Anno’s father Andrew Birkin had threatening mafia style phonecalls which preceded the official discovery of the incident. The “policeman” who called Andrew Birkin… his name was “MORTE”, and when Andrew called the police station to check, and authenticate the call, the station said they hadn’t heard of morte or a car crash. Five minutes later, they had heard of the car crash, and confirmed the details.

Obviously the whole thing and the involvement is a massive campaign to deprive me of the means to access or know how I’m being manipulated. That’s a hellish big gaslighting operation, and it constitutes an above-the-norm level of mobbing. You may know I’m being filmed, but you probably don’t know the extent, or the level of multiple-agency collusion which has begun to orbit around the cases that I’m working. It’s very good, I’m pleased. This is a right blizzard.

What Regine Did… and concealed the Oedipal “cuckolding” operation with Omar Boom… that’s not very kind, considering my situation. Especially the whole thing with no flushing toilet, no running water, but lavish surveillance and total exposure to “wide open” de-privacy on any and every level, including the theft of mobile phones and full DOXXING by /b.

I don’t even write BASIC> and then they FQ me.

I mean… blahdy hell… you wanna try 2400mg of FQs? You really don’t. 350mg has been putting people in wheelchairs. While I was out of my mind and quite convinced it’s time to die and I’m dropping dead next week of whatever this is…

And that’s how my friends deal it… well… it turns out Omar Boom is not just a sociopath… it’s a bit more connected. His uncle is plugged into… well think about torture chambers in shipping containers at Heathrow Airport, and the corruption of the drugs and human trafficking. The crew and staff pass hustles. The whole GwOT thing.

Same with Ben Moore… the cab driver connection with his “father in law” Terry Arpino… there’s the smug look on OMar’s face. The big mob schmooze. I would not doubt it’s all of it, the prostitution, the drugs, the guns, the whole lot. And all dreadful pikey, the real malevolence.

I had been curiously suckered into a job, running print and design studio.

I believe it was some gangster OP at westbourne studios, it was all very fishy, and Gary Jarvis had a variety of extremely abnormal injuries, including a cleaver to the head, and a missing bit of finger. The level of suspicious gangster connections… it’s not just me, productive work is not happening here.

Everything is very corrupt post Thatcher in London. It’s big capiga

The most odd of all was a company called Davmark, who ran all the electronics at Heathrow Terminal Five … and also “had an extensive porn collection”, omar remarked in his “rubbing his hands together” sort of creepy sociopath keeping secrets way.

Oh you’re on camera everywhere, and the people who are corrupt construction, they do corrupt infrastructure, which facilitates… MORE CORRUPTION.

CCTV has not been considered to have such severe sociopolitical abuse profiles as revenge porn, but it’s completely viable.

In fact, many hotels are run by gangsters, and are bristling with not just cameras. I wouldn’t be surprised if some rooms can kill you softly, with a mixture of ultrasound and radiation, invisibly or whatever else. We are talking about the mafia. Non-consensual surveillance porn is not the least of the worries about what could be going on.

Now…

You might want to tell me I’m “just a random fuck… and it wasn’t anything special”.

In fact, I gave myself a 2/10, and fired myself. If you must know. My health was ludicrously bad… I even had a skin infection on my hands. You don’t want that. You don’t. Really. My mum is kinda evil when it comes to torture politics and bullying the boys. My home life was very tough - I lived in a box-room the size of a single bed, with no daylight at all and a 4ft ceiling, much like a submarine bunk, but with a ladder on the narrow end. The lack of daylight caused extreme problems for my circadian rythmns and cortisol levels, and it got pretty… disagreeable. My sleeping pattern is fucked, I’m often completely nocturnal, or running very strange hours, I’m never anywhere for 9am, and I don’t like fussy appointments - I do stuff in blocks of weeks and months, not minutes and hours.

\d the use of sleep deprivation is not “similar to” torture conditions, it is precisely what they do to the military, but that was done for most of my childhood, and it was “normal” Most people do a few weeks as training, I did that from 6 until I was 15.

Vampire? I’m straight out of a comic book. I slept in a miniature dark room, and flew in the diorama by day on magical wheels, rollerskates and ropework/trapeze is a lot of fun, if deadly dangerous. They never let me go on the trampoline with roller skates on, even though I wanted to. I’m that kid.

My mum is acutely strict, witholdingly negligent, and very controlling. She had pretty serious control issues and anxiety when I was a kid, and it’s laikely I’ve lived under total surveillance my whole life.

like most controlling abusers… she claims “not to notice”, or to be “unable to see the issues”. It doesn’t fit in with her authority pattern, and if challenged, she just takes action. Sometimes the action is violence, or slamming a door in your face, or confiscating your stuff.

One time this indian girl ran up to me off her face in the pub, and stole my house keys off the table, and insisted that she wouldn’t give them back. It was a very gauche way of hitting on me, and I had to manhandle her slighty to recover my keys. She presumably wanted to be manhandled all the way to the door that the keys went with, and taken inside for further manhandling and crazy-lady-baiting of a psychiatric to psychological nature. Or maybe she was a plant. These days, it’s hard to be sure who is doing what… I didn’t see her holding any plasticine and making an impression, but if she was good, you wouldn’t… I think she just wanted to hold my keys possessively. Because GIVE IT TO ME. It could be both, but she was definitely inebriated. You could smell it on her breath, the ketones. She was not playing ball. I AM TAKE UR KEYS> NO. MY KEY.

This sort of obstinacy and butt headed “NO” logic / refusal to converse, dictating via demonstration, nonverbal autistic logic, this is a statement of control - in my mum’s various abuses and confiscations of the right to comment on the sophisticated torture, and why it’s not good…

I’m not allowed an opinion / case closed.

That’s not to say she won’t find problems. It’s “you’re ill” all the time - but only for conditions I don’t have that are humiliating and psychosocially impairing.

She and my primary school had me inspected for ‘Malcoordination” and dyspraxia at the hospital, and that course of “munchausen complex therapy” was ended when I escaped from the room by running on top of the plastic barrel they ‘Rocked you back and forth in” to readjust your inner ear for balance issues.

Circus kid from diorama… shows balance skills and acrobatic talent. I stole the barrel, got on top of it, started running backwards and almost got out of the door by bunny hopping it and trying to grab the ledge of the door while kicking the handle, but the municipal therapy nurse - horrified - tried to catch me, knocked me off the barrel, and I bent the automatic closer grabbing it, and injured my finger, rendering the door unopenable and trapping us in the room. The therapist panicked, and suggested she’d get fired for me pinching my finger in the metal, and making me bleed, and concerned about running me down the hall for first aid and paperwork for mashing up kiddies… you can’t hurt children… she shouldn’t have grabbed me I TOLD YOU NOT TO GRAB ME!!.

I showed her the other bruises and scratches, from asbestos building and various serious circus and power tools / art knives, and said “it’s my finger, and I’ll do what I like with it”. I declined a plaster, then pshed the office desk up against the door, climbed up the table, and bent the closer back into shape using scissors, and we escaped, at which point in celebration I decided to demonstrate the ultimate skill trrick with plastic barrel (quite a nice one I might add) - I will get on the barrel, charge at full tilt at the double doors, kick the barrel out at the doors, forcing the doors open, and remount the barrel as it bounces back towards me, and then maybe even continue through the doors, the automatic closers are quite slow… !

That might sound implausible, but it’s something I’d been practising at the Diorama. The barrel trick is very good for balance and mental co-ordination - you have to run backwards to go forwards. It’s quite hard, but it does go… I did it pretty good, as fate would have it, just as my mum walks through the double doors, causing me to slip, bail onto the deck, giving my head a good crack on the linoleum, and firing the barrel wildly into the hospital at some porter’s cart, and somebody in the middle of dying on a gurney with an IV plugged into them. This is family life with the Nicolsons, and me and my mother were very funny, like shakespeare but better. Bunch of lunatics, and she keeps him in a lightless box! We’re ridiculous, but very moral, and loose about most things, but strict about the serious. Unduly strict, in the case of mommy dearest. Preclusively strict. Somewhere in the supermind, my ISI cipher looks like a kid running on a barrel, at a door. Coincidence. I think you’ll find … .

Abusers like to fuck with your mind, and use theory of mind to manipulate you, and conceal all the “conspiracy”. Power and decisions are for the “upper layer”, which doesn’t include you.

Different people get different levels of attention and cyberbullying.

I’m a special case, in many different ways. I’m a zero day issue.

Trained clown, for one thing. I keep that quiet, it doesn’t go down well in some environments. Clowns are scary, you know. Humour is a dangerous artform, it is concerned with the vagaries of the taboo.

I grew up at the Diorama, and we lost the place when I was 12 - it became the offices of the Prince’s Trust charity when I was 12, and that marked the closure of the “real life” I once knew. I became a disembodied superhero, stuck in a maze of school. Grounded by the rools, and the lack of equipment and inspired people to work with that I’d once been familiar with.

I really did have a very special set of training protocols at the Diorama. I learned with the Beijing State Opera’s top people with Ra Ra Zoo, and the theatre and circus stuff was totally possible to play with for hours, so I got pretty good at what they showed me - I had an enormous amount of corridors to play with, and we could get onto the roof. I lived half the time on roller skates.

Need more space, or no ceiling? Regents Park, just there. It was really cool, being there, and getting trained in every single discipline by the best. We did fine art, film making and theatre / music / dance workshops for education and therapy, so we worked across the board with every competency. I don’t get a certificate to certify the skills, and there’s nobody else who had that apprenticeship, but the idea was to one day get the building back.

I don’t need to have certs to work with universities, it turns out. I can just turn up with a book of information that I’ve produced, and the proposal speaks for itself. Pentagram don’t show you qualifications, they just show you a nice layout.

Due to my procedural incompatibility with conventional academic establishments, I have zero bits of paper to explain what I’m doing. By this point, I don’t really need them.

My skills are variable from day to day, but I’m competent. I’m production designer / movie director quality - I do a bit of everything from the art department. It was all postgraduate / research quality at the Diorama, and it’s before people relied on google and computers. They didn’t even really use photocopiers back then, it was all “for real”, or “traditional media” mostly. My dad was unusual in the amount of technology he used.

@cigdem.boru = /WIZ.R!!/d

RE:WTF.DIDYOUSPIN.INMYBEDSHEETS? (winkwink. [you’re like Domino in live and let die to me - for real! [the book, not the movie, silly] <no seriously, I’m not kidding> [that’s what I thought the second you just sort of got into bed, and waited. I took a look at what you were doing, and I thought rather cute / efficient kitty this.

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I’m not sure if you get what’s going [ON], or which side of the fence you like to sit on. The grass is greener… when it’s astroturf.

I wouldn’t be bothered if it wasn’t a big deal.

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Doesn’t the plot just thicken?

You’ll get yours, obviously. Come on, I mean you’re an athlete and a half, clearly.

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You are a roll of the dice sort of a lady, it is clear.

Speak to allira - did I not say… more than just an “edge of professionalism” about this one, the italian glove leather soft, the silk velvet not velour.

That wasn’t the problem at all. Oh no no no. That’s just the set-up to fail component.

/p /b professional^@TM

I’m quite good with a screwdriver and a roll of gaffer tape.

Aha… well, as it goes this sort of brutal WTF is this sort of national conundrum hazing… it’s just one corner of a something else. Something very totalitarian and very dangerous, potentially.

Oh would you know about my GENESIS / G1/2/3/4 (*IV) project heritage? Would you know a thing or two about why I got the deco drugs within a week of the STOP THE WAR MARCH with 14 million people in hyde park, and ken livingston saying “Saddam was CIA”, and I was still trying to run my band with FQ toxicity unable to see the writing on my phone or even get to sleep at night for all the fizzing and blurring when they went into Afghanistan.

What do you know about the other one… and the one that got “loaded into the machine as a biological signature”. Try me. Tr/N]es.

OH I spooky baby.

Tricks? Vampire?

Ah no no no… you seem to misunderstand exactly what sort of a program this is, and how many layers of stack on the “not to be taken seriously” mask have enabled this arrangement, and what in truth remains secret from everybody. The biology is not a known component, it’s ALIVE!!!. same with the software, it’s animated by tappety tap tap tap and ooh my!

The CCTV wine they were making…  in the light of day it’s vinegar. Vinegar made from… well you must not ask if you don’t want to know…

But it’s ludicrous. It’s butcher’s chop shop. The bodywork vortex. The numbskull bone ache. The psychotic break from surgery without the general. The heavy trip learning experience when they fit the full-wrap brain implants? Do you like it kundalini?

I mean really.

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But as for the betrayal by flying monkey people such as Mohammed Rowe, you know in this business you know, and you have to be kind. Play along. And see right through, to appear blind but to see more. To go beneath. Anybody who I can help, I do so.

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You got some friends, and I ain’t among them. For nine year olds it’d be mean, but this is something entirely different.

These foolish bloody idiots… I’m ashamed to say I introduced them and trained them in the basics of clowning and comedy… and the methods of the “immersive kaleidoscope”, with video feedback and projection lighting, lasers and smoke, and all manner of frightening and exciting props…

and look at what they stuck the pin the tail on the donkey with…

Oi mate that’s ridiculous. That’s ridiculous.

INCEL?

I couldn’t feel my fucking feet you disgusting evil lunatics.

YEA I LIVE ONLINE NOW._______________________please see “ZERO AGENT MANIFESTO” - I’m a new breed of warrior for the intelligence community. It’s a very interesting flip on the old rules. Zero agents have ZERO PRIVACY. We’re public servants, in essence. It’s a sacrifice and a half, it seems. Mine’s prototyp3e initialising the AUX has taken some time. They tapped me out in 2003, and I’ve been beat for a while.

FUcking hell. 24/7 snail trail of WTF.

Black box time, innit. Gonna build my own, and it’s “showtime” as they say.

Sorry Cigdem, but let’s not play teenage games. This is not you being victimised by me, and you’re into whatever you’re into. You know when you know, and whatever went on between us was poisoned from Day One. It’s all part of the stooge show, really, and Bill Gates needs arresting for the nest of absurdity which the internet has become.

Fortnite Baby… stick to fortnite. Wednesday / Friday Night…

It’s enjoyable to stretch the brains of 13 year olds and demonstrate the sheer spectacle of a “true athlete” who uses opiates and cocaine as a float plane. There’s a whole world in torture garden, I’m from Slimelight since the ‘80s. You don’t know what I know. I’m not bothered, seriously.

Anyhow, Christmas card list would be improved by bothering to read, and not having a “sexclub form letter” that’s pre-written, and a full on database of conquest-tennis stacked up lady knows how to move.

Don’t worry Cigdem, I’m not for you. You and I know that. That’s a mind game. A mockery, a charade. Love is unconditional, and what you do goes on top. It can be deleterious.

It wasn’t just weird, it was kinda mind-fuckery.

Enjoy the digi-riddles. They’ve got magical fantasty as well as hidden codify. 

Fucking hell. Enjoy the “episodes”.

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I have pretty much everybody on block & deleted all social media, so please don't feel like I am making a special case for you.

If you want some entertainment in the meantime, it's well worth looking up Roberto Calvi and the peculiar nature of the investigation of his murder by Kroll, who also secured the WTC and employed John O'Neill after he got kicked out of the FBI for a missing briefcase and too many Cuban ciggies.

Catch up with you some time this winter maybe. Nice photo. Still sorry.

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16/09/2023, 5:40 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: Living under constant parental supervision is utterly humiliating, on so many levels. I don't even know where to begin explaining. In my 40s it is making me acutely ill. Being honest with you, I've never been single, or had a lover... I've always been stalled and embarrassed. Bummer, really. You should live your life and find somebody who is good for you. I'm no good for anybody, really. Will take me too much time to get my life together for us to be doing kids etc... and that's where I'm implicitly headed at my age. I have to be realistic, and I honestly have to get my health, living situation and general situation sorted before I start seeing anybody. I made a big mistake rebounding in your direction weeks after breaking up via text with my awful ex of 15 years who had bullied me into working for her parents etc. I don't even want to go into details, it's all horrific.

16/09/2023, 5:41 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: So sorry.

16/09/2023, 6:11 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: If I were to explain in full you'd get it.

16/09/2023, 6:49 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: My mum's friends no doubt love it as a dinner table story.

My whole life on a plate to be dissected and pored over in misrepresented detail.

Being a professional novellist and writer's child has some unfortunate consequences, when you think about it.

Many benefits... many costs... of course. Of course.

Lockdown was some hellscape condition.

My mum was raised by top level SOE type heavy military intelligence... so her parenting had a certain flavour to it.

My grandmother was head of hut D at Bletchley Park so surveillance and total secrecy was her business. D for delta.

16/09/2023, 6:56 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: My mum was born In Nigeria, and kept cooped up by military level security and segregation politics, in the home of Voodoo Street markets and the slavery industry.

16/09/2023, 6:57 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: I grew up in this: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Diorama,_Regent%27s_Park

16/09/2023, 7:03 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: The prince's trust took it off us in 1993, to use it as their headquarters, and it's currently disused. I'm trying to get hold of it to reopen it as a feature of frieze. Maybe. Fingers crossed, see what we can do. It's a solar concentrator, so very dangerous. The other one in Paris caught fire.

16/09/2023, 7:04 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: Grade one listed, should really be a museum piece & public centre, the work done in these places led to the development of chemical photography.

16/09/2023, 7:05 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: The daguerreotype was the result of the building's bitumen roofing getting bleached and melted by the concentrated sunlight.

16/09/2023, 7:06 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: The building was purpose built as a sort of pre-electricity attempt at virtual reality / immersive experiences.

16/09/2023, 7:27 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: That exposure to is one of the reasons why I am who I am, and had that serious exposure to skills and knowledge in the arts industry.

16/09/2023, 7:29 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: It was heartbreaking to have the place taken and shut down. The theatre companies kept going, and got purpose built buildings eventually.

16/09/2023, 7:33 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: My dad had to go live in a van and do a bunch of university degrees to carry on teaching, which is what he really enjoyed. Took him years. He was a super capability engineer and mind reader, really deep knowledge, effortless technical grasp, and highly empathetic.

16/09/2023, 8:07 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: With my dad commuting out of town during the week, and my mum boot-camping the kids in a one bedroom basement... both of us on scholarships to ultra-serious schools, it was a military boot camp atmosphere. Total supervision. Aggressive micromanagement.

I was in constant trouble, didn't fit in with the accountant and lawyers kids or their pastimes... got classism and ijime... dropped out, so worked as a designer, producer and musician, and the music industry collapsed at the same time as 9/11, and my mates + top champions of music scene dying in a car crash a month later. Hectic freelancing in graphics and 100 hour work weeks ensued fixing people's totally shite business approach and endemic post-indistrial managerial disrespect for professional skills and competent people...

This is how we got grenfell, and it's really serious. Particularly the hatred of "privilege" and hatred of "the english colonialists". And the dislike for "hard work" and the unnecessary effort of reading things.

The NHS is killing people. Definitely. It is killing the workers let alone the patients.

The grenfell incident - while I was working troublesshooting an arts project for kids... for free I might add... the day it opened the tower caught fire. I had PTSD from before, but I've got more now.

Having to move back home for lockdown, immediately after my dad suddenly dying... while I ran some horrific squatted studio full of cocaine, tracksuits, violence and balloons...

... and being somebody who works out of my house... basically living like a recluse in a dysfunctional long distance relationship which was precipitated by 2008 and me having to help this poor woman and her family... despite being acutely ill and workplace bullied... oh it got worse and worse.

Then grenfell... then lockdown.

I'm so sorry, really. I don't know what to say. I can't give you want you want, or be who you deserve, I know.

Sorry. That's how it works. My situation at home is uncomfortable on a lot of levels, and home is where I used to work from, so I have really been screwed by lockdown. I had just got my whole program moved back over to the events industry... albeit with shaky finances... just before the virus touched down.

So that was not funny. My plan B doesn't feature mass imprisonment... sorry.

My mum I love like nobody else but being cooped up as her subordinate and dependent has been crushing, and utterly humiliating.

My ex - to whom I was dutifully faithful long distance for 15 years - on principal rather than due to love - and who never gave me the time to break up with her... constant emergencies and blackmail situations... and what's she really up to? I was a disguise for her parents, I'd bet. God knows what she was up to, or is really into. Seriously. The whole thing was a pile of awful compromises, and an escalation of the workplace mobbing led by an ex business partner and a bully who latched onto me at school.

So... I don't know what to say to you, but my sex life never really happened... or was cancelled for decades by harassment and financial exploitation, self sabotage and survivor's guilt. My ex had me living in a place with no running water? I couldn't even tell you what stress I've been through.

Post lockdown in a house full of fleas, with athlete's foot... which has started taking hold... on my fucking hands... from being locked up at home for two years...

Disgusting ruined state of being and psychology...

I would not touch you. Sorry. I actually avoided putting my hands on you. You do know that?

I'm not like *that* bad in bed... but I have got problems. Exhaustion among other things, but the skin infection is horrible.

I didn't want to give you a horrible unidentified yeast infection from any one of a number of very horrible illegal buildings, particularly Acklam V1llage. The foxes are rotting. Crusted in pigeon shit. That stuff could and does kill people. A whole catalogue of diseases, some of them no doubt unknown to science.

I'm so sorry. You have no idea.

16/09/2023, 8:09 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: I'm so sorry. Meeting you, I realised how much of a mess I'm in.

16/09/2023, 8:09 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: I hope you take it as a compliment, rather than a criticism.

16/09/2023, 8:18 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: So sorry.

16/09/2023, 8:30 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: I was in no fit state to be finding a new lover. Same still applies.

I'm sorry.

16/09/2023, 8:31 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: Psychologically and physically got problems I need to fix, rather than share.

16/09/2023, 8:32 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: It isn't anything you did, and I could totally see you were finding loads of things a big turn-off. Who wouldn't? I hate it.

16/09/2023, 8:32 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: Very humiliating, but that is how it is.

16/09/2023, 8:32 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: Please accept my apologies.

16/09/2023, 8:39 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: I am currently dealing with large scale social and professional exclusion because people have put it about that I am actually completely insane and talking total nonsense.

Typical narcissistic bullies at work, and of course I know the names of these people. Haters gonna hate... the particular crew I have an issue with have been at it since 2006 like it's an occupation.

Ben Moore who I helped set up artbelow with, did all the production and troubleshooting and heavy lifting of graphics... when I met him he was doing the billboard PDF artwork submission for print in Microsoft word...

Akh. It is not fun to get continual verbal harassment and abuse. People have really escalated this mobbing thing to a horrific level, particularly with my dad dying.

It is like a tabloid newspaper. I'm not even that famous.

16/09/2023, 8:41 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: But the thing about bullies is they spend more time in your business than they spend in their own. It is a predatory mentality - manipulation of the public realm

16/09/2023, 8:41 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: In that context we live in incredibly treacherous times.

16/09/2023, 8:58 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: It's been bad for a long time. Heavy mobbing and humiliation, and serious material hardship... unnecessarily so. Done as bullying and disrespect, on the basis of my identity as manipulated by ex friends to form a hostile set of conditions and types of gossip and hearsay, and I fully get regular abuse and disrespect on the basis of education, misinterpreted as the inequality of social class... and my ethnicity. Grenfell really turned up the wick on the injustice of regeneration, and it's very abusive. The whole set of conditions in London of the intermational ultra-rich vs everybody else... Kensington is a global corruption hotspot like none other. Nowhere does it like Knightsbridge. Every despot in the known world keeps a number of mistresses there. And the rest.

16/09/2023, 8:59 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: I am really sick of the abuse and disrespect. It gave me depression a long time ago, I don't know quite what to call this.

16/09/2023, 9:38 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: ...

And that is why I made sure to be firm and say goodbye at the appropriate juncture. I don't want to waste your time, you're a very specific and wonderful person, who I should not have burdened with even a sniff of these awful ties and complexities...

As for the negligent and shamefully biohazard and zero privacy nature of my person, and accommodation in my mum and deceased dad's place... I could have curled up and died showing you that. Or living that way... and I totally have been living a hellish lifestyle - basically urban camping.

But my poor mum's flat... With dust... crumbs... and fleas.

And athlete's foot on my hands. It's so wrong.

My parents place has taken the most horrible beating over the past decade... my dad was a real artist and interior designer... but we have had the whole family and more rattling back and forth... with all my gear going in and out as I get studios and flats and then they get "regenerated", sold, overpriced, or just summarily evicted because it's six months in.

It was very upsetting to bring you into fleas, dust, A/V stuff and wires and detritus everywhere from this half baked no notice show for artbelow, which I've been hung out to dry on with no lead time and no budget, with years of verbal abuse and disrespect, with an increasingly bully-like total glass ceiling and insulting approach to my skill set and role within the tribe, making out I am "some photocopy print shop flyer guy with an attitude problem", rather than somebody objectively pretty good at everything you'd find in a university.

I literally got the last plane from Amsterdam to London before the lockdown struck, coming back from the ISE conference... and blammo.

Welcome to lockdown. Living in your dead dad's bed, in your mum's place.

After being trapped... stuck in a bad relationship... being blackmailed and coerced... a few months at a time all the time... long distance with... somebody very controlling and manipulative.

Hemmed in socially by a stalkerish workplace bully, which was achieved in the wake of a very unfortunate and serious car accident killing my best friends in Milan the day before they were due to record their debut record as a band.

I don't remember my 21st birthday. Or that much from that period. Shell-shocked would be the word.

Then I was poisoned in 2003... and it was like ketamine all day every day with no sleep... and stress.

No recollection of my 21st whatsoever.

Between then and now is... uncomfortable, and very much a lot of emergency conditions and stress.

Tendinitis is a facet of Fluoroquinolone poisoning, and it's been tough.

A lot of toxic economics, notting hill the movie deep-end-corrupt regeneration.

And the fully dubious impact of government bailout anti-terrorism-connected fortune 500 companies and the Nasdaq setting the tone for the Internet and Social Media TM, with no mention of Insider Trading or securities fraud in the 1980s...

No mention of 1980s fraud scandals... even if the journalist getting murdered in the Saudi Embassy on the news is Jamal Khashoggi... the son of Adnan Khashoggi, CEO of the BCCI scandal... whose sister is the guy who died in the car with Diana.

You won't hear 'bout that Insider Trading or Murder for Hire scandal. Nope.

Nor its connection to the Bin Laden family's beef with the Americans.

Or the links to Robert Maxwell and Rupert Murdoch. In the media.

Not really, no. Robert Maxwell fell off... Lady Ghislaine, the yacht. And died.

Knightsbridge is just the other side of kensington Gardens. This is local politics where I'm from.

I'd be lying if I told you I like it.

16/09/2023, 9:41 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: My daily stress level is usually so habitually high that I feel like I'm holding my breath all the time.

16/09/2023, 9:42 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: Sorry... adnan Khashoggi's sister is samira, dodi fayed's *mother* and Jamal's auntie.

16/09/2023, 9:43 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: Adnan's sister is not "the guy who died in the car with Diana".

16/09/2023, 9:43 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: Typo.

16/09/2023, 9:43 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: My apologies.

16/09/2023, 9:44 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: Anyhow, I feel terrible about what happened between us, and I'm not OK with the outcome, or who I am at the moment.

16/09/2023, 9:44 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: I'm so sorry about that, and I owe you an apology in person of some sort.

16/09/2023, 9:52 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: I hate being broke and socially isolated, with no privacy at all. Like none. Literally zero.

And the woman I was with decides to up the ante and go polyamorous surfer in Costa Rica... claiming to be "suffering from neglect and very lonely". I didn't enjoy dumping her via text...

... and I'm basically sorry I did that to you. I hate living mediated by smartphone lies and manipulation.

Sometimes I have turned up at somebody's office while still on the phone to point at what they are obviously lying to me about, while still on the line. I'm pretty bad at playing dumb, so I'm not that smart really. Getting better all the time, though.

16/09/2023, 9:53 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: But as for what happened between us, I will always be truly sorry. You got the dead leftovers from my ex. I'm so sorry.

16/09/2023, 9:54 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: It kinda horrified me, in all honesty.

16/09/2023, 9:55 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: You'll always be perfect to me, though. And that's something nobody could ever take away. Like the smile in that photo, strangely robbed of colour, at the top left of the page.

16/09/2023, 9:58 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: I don't remember so clearly who I was emotionally before the poisoning in 2003... and my emotions regarding my sexual desire and to whom it applies... and under what circumstances... that's why I drew the line and deleted your number, and why after finding it saved in a pile of synchronisation logs with just an X... mistook it for somebody else's... and your number has been lodged in my archive ever since, like a little postcard face staring and itching at my conscience.

16/09/2023, 9:59 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: I'm so sorry I was in such poor shape, not just physically but psychologically.

16/09/2023, 10:00 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: It wasn't right for me or [but]for you[quitekinky?probably… {please see: “quiet ones”} ] , I realised quite quickly.

16/09/2023, 10:00 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: And I'm very sorry about that, really.

16/09/2023, 10:02 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: The circumstances were [not] the best, and you're wonderful [holy.shitUSEIROUS!?+VERY.RAPEY.!!_]...

So... I make no apologies really.

But I'm filled with sorrow, indeed. As one should be, under the circumstances.

[DO YOU HAVE A LIBRARY SOUND EFFECT THAT COVERS THE PSYCHOLOGICAL SOUND OF OMAR INSERTING SOMETHING NON-CONSENSUALLY INTO SOMEBODY’S LIFE VIA A TELEVISION>?]

[A FART MIGHT COVER IT]

[GO ON AMAZON AND GET ME A WHOOPEE CUSHION]

[I THINK MAAM IS RATHER BUSY, MRS GOLDBERG ISN’T TAKING CALLS THIS WEEK< HER LAWYER SAID IT’S HARASSMENT INDUSTRIES AGAIN

ME2? U2

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USED FOR AHEM….
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BIO-HACKING / [AGHORI HIGHS] necronomicon.styxnet.LEY.binfile.ƒiIR

16/09/2023, 10:18 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: Sorry not sorry?

More like sorry, so sorry, but of course, and some more. You'll get an apology, at some point, but I am not so sorry that you have no idea how sorry, and why.

16/09/2023, 10:23 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: So... I'll bid you goodnight and farewell, ladies and gentlemen, until the next time, may you all fare well, and may you do as you please,

but not so much that it hurts,

which it will sometimes.

As we know all to well, [who is “we?”] [three little] [all the way]

when bidding farewell to old times,

and welcoming in the new.

So don't be too careful, mind.

It isn't good for you.

16/09/2023, 10:24 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: ... < void WorkRepeatedly (int numberOfTimes)

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16/09/2023, 10:35 pm - ¤ --|☆|-- ¤: ^ hellish lifestyle

Siemens X ray machines which do full chest X rays can - in the right hands - give a person targeted exposure to specific inducement of cellular poration and the inducement of Thyroid Cancer. The same can be achieved by atmospheric thinning using a non visible laser beam or EMI antenna of suitable design - targeted atmospheric thinning is the secret to ground penetrating RADAR systems - you use the solar source to supply the energy much like a photographer uses natural light.

The nazis planned to use space based solar concentrator technology for “programmable eugenics” and the opportunity to kill or sterilise people in any location from anywhere - such a weapon of dominance was a totalitarian dream of the highest priority for the Nazis. The MGM 007 Movie GoldenEye features a similar technology as the central basis for the movie.

I can tell that I’ve got some concerning issues, my health is “not good” and a “work in progress”, but I’ll still give most active SF a run for their money walking up a hill, and I’ll carry on doing what i’m doing for as long as I can. I’m full of asbestos since the beginning, lead too. I’m a mess by default, and I’m toxic like a new york sewer rat. My blood is poisonous to almost all people, as well, but I can take anybody’s. Yes, I’m something slightly vampiric, in a few ways. Perhaps a little more X men than dracula, mind. And English, this is SOE and no bow tie, and socks that don’t match. The secret is to live well, live happy, and don’t stress too much. You can outwork the injury. Fasting and working hard is important - you can break down the problems using Qigong and herbs. We’ll see how we go, fingers crossed praise the ºLº<{}M/|\®=??.[k]_we.sacrifice(?)

FOr me. IT’s the calm in the eye of the storm. THe HORUS. THe midsummer night’s

• DREAMSCAPE / DREAMLAND / MK SEARCH / MONARCH

Sex is often used synonymously with gender in this culture. Although the two terms are related, they should be defined separately to differentiate the biological (“sex”) from the socio-cultural (“gender”).

Sex Reassignment Surgery (SRS): The term given to an operation and procedure which physically transforms the genitals using plastic surgery, often called a “sex change operation” in popular culture. MTF SRS is called a vaginoplasty while FTM SRS is termed either a genitoplasty or a phalloplasty.

GRS (Gender reassignment Surgery) is coming to be a preferred term among many in the TG community. Sexism: The societal/cultural, institutional, and individual beliefs and practices that privilege men and subordinate and denigrate women. Sexual Prejudice: A more comprehensive term than “homophobia”, “transphobia” or “heterosexism”. A term which covers all of these. (see Kris Coonan’s article on “Sexual Prejudice”.)

Sexuality: An imprecise word which is often use in tandem with other social categories, as in: race, gender and sexuality. Sexuality is a broad term which refers to a cluster of behaviors, practices and identities in the social world.

Sexual Orientation: This term refers to the gender(s) which a person is emotionally, physically, romantically and erotically attracted to. Examples of sexual orientation include homosexual, bisexual, heterosexual and asexual. Trans and gender-variant people may identify with any sexual orientation, and their sexual orientation may or may not change before, during or after gender transition. Sie: A non-gender specific pronoun used instead of “she” and “he.”

SO: This refers to “Significant Other,” the partner, spouse, girlfriend, boyfriend etc. of a trans-identified person.

Spooked: A street term for the moment when someone figures out that a person’s gender does not match their biological sex.

[many hemaphrodites were modified without their knowledge or consent during various hormone experiment programs, and the MUTOID WASTE CO concept is that the world becomes so toxic that you MUTATE TO SURVIVE - it gets weird, and that’s OK. It isn’t just living, it’s heroism to adapt and integrate the issues, and be transformed on a core level by the warfare.] p[“MK.RESEARCH@MULES4PEACE”]

Standards of Care: (SOC, officially the Benjaman SOC). A series of guidelines for doctors and health professionals for deciding who qualifies to have hormones and surgery. Controversial within the TG community.

Stealth: Also termed “woodworking,” this term refers to (usually) post-operative transsexuals who blend into the dominant society, erasing their transsexual past.

Stonewall: On June 28th, 1969, New York City Police attempted a routine raid on the Stonewall Inn, a working-class gay and lesbian bar in New York’s Greenwich Village. Unexpectedly, the patrons resisted, and the incident escalated into a riot that continued for several days. Most people look to this event (and similar events in San Francisco and other major cities in the days and weeks that followed) as the beginning of the American Gay Liberation Movement and other “pride” movements around the world. It is too often forgotten that the people on the frontline of this resistance were transgender women, drag queens and lesbians.

Straight (or str8): Slang term for “heterosexual”.

Straight-Acting: Someone who goes to great lengths to hide their same-sex attraction and who will usually be very invested in appearing traditionally “masculine” or “feminine”. They may even go so far as to vilify “feminine” men or “masculine” women. This latter behaviour is an example of internalised oppression which is then expressed as sexual prejudice.

^HELLO OMAR? UM…

ARE WE CONNECTING DOTS YET? BWEAY, THIS SOCIOPATH’S WORK. ED GEIN TYPE OF FLAVOUR, BUT DADDY DADDY DADDY, I WANT TO PLAY WITH DADDY’S WILLY MOMMY. LET ME PLAY WITH IT. I WANT TO HURT IT. MOMMY I LIKE TO HURT THE WILLY… LIKE YOU DO MOMMY. I LIKE HOW YOU HURT IT MOMMY. AND THE OTHERS. THE BIG MEN. IF IGET DADDYWILLY… EVERYTING MINE! I BECOME DADDY. I MASH IT PROPER MAGIC BANG STICK BRO> DO YOU LIKE BIG WILLY? / how m,uch? 4

If you think Omar is bad… imagine the worst people in the NHS. The plastic surgeons of the porn industry… the MKULTRA / chinook ICU…

#justice_4grenfell
#0agent.prototype.#engagement/LONDONB/00.TS

#VIOLATIONOFCONSENT? #ME2 MOBBING:L #2ME2U #FUTBOL_BDSM

#MISUSEOFESPIONAGE.TARGETED.INDIVIDUAL-PROGRAM

#MASS SURVEILLANCE “EVERYBODY IS TARGETING”

The goal for many people is to humiliate me. They’ve got access to resources to abuse.

It’s Been going on a long time. It’s… a bit of a production.

It’s voyeuristic. Largely the work of self-absorbed hedonists of low creative worth, a bunch of pissing contest “dominant-anxious” cluster B type personality disorder NPD/BPD/ASPD / “borderline autistic + PTSD” / warped gender by endocrine disrupting… and whatever’s in the food.

Sadists with significant access to public, private and conspiratorial resources, seeking to apply critical hubris and publicly destroy a person. Like school bullying, but worse. 

Drunk. On drugs. Very Impatient. Very aggressive… steroids for the winners. PCOS for the women...

The harassment and punishment levied on me, to destroy the good in my world, and make me “DENIED” or “REJECTED” as a covert policy of status abuse - "IJIME” is the isolation and pillory of an individual with a litany of social taboos.

This has been a lengthy program of abuse and covert surveillance by somebody who was exposed to debilitating drugs in a hospital, on purpose, the organised goal was to eliminate him completely from circulation. 2400mg of fluoroquinolones and the records going missing is not an odd profile - this is medical fraud, and the Bayer Rigging Whistleblower casefiles of the CIPROXIN scandal is documented as an enquiry in parliament led by whistleblowers who conducted the fraud under order.

Nontheless, when it came to mainstreaming Cipro… I found nothing on the internet. Wikipedia was less than four years old.

Many people were hit, and many have never recovered. I am lucky to still be walking with a dose like that.

The “cuckoldry revenge porn harassment” was intimately delivered by ex-associates - many of whom were school bullies - and Omar Boom and Calum Dick developed bonds and obsessions based on my identity - they absorbed my work and ideas, and set about turning my methods on me - and exploring the boundaries of “REALITY TELEVISION” - as a form of covert abuse and “targeted individual” mobbing. CCTV offers novel opportunities for plagiarism and theft of… any information or content, really. It’s the big problem, data proliferation. You can hide anything like a magician, and microdots don’t turn up on CCTV. The old analogue methods are incredible, especially in the nanotech era. What would you know about who I’m really working with? 0 privacy doesn’t mean 0 secrets, does it. Pro magician, that’s the tradition. It’s not a trick. Geller wasn’t impressed, either.

The harassment and “flying monkey” manipulation usually happens in proportion to the spitefulness the “possessive” and “sadistic” feel - those who respond to HUBRIS on a core level, who find the warmth of conquering not just a flight of fancy, but an addictive compulsion. A lot of things have been troubling me. Being “played for a fool” is one thing, being falsely accused of rape or placed on terrorism lists is another.

It is all malicious, and also fairly ignorant. It’s a waste of very fairly placed resources, and these people have been feeding on my life not as predators, but as entitled parasites. Enjoying the dissection and deprivation, the theft of worth. Engineering victimisation, horror and PTSD. Gargling at the squalor, and the humiliation.

You can’t just copy and paste a lot of the skills and abilities that I developed over many years in the arts industry in London as a kid in the ‘80s and ‘90s. I worked a lot harder than most people - a full time circus & theatre person of the highest caliber, training with post-graduate genius level world class people in every discipline. I suffered some, and enjoyed plenty. I was at shows by Throbbing Gristle one on one, in the Daguerre complex. I saw the craziest, wildest, most unhinged work. All wonderful.

But with some jealous friends, the novel internet, and the opportunities of surveillance, and with me seriously impaired by very powerful dissociative “decommissioning drugs” that the nazis said were too toxic for concentration camp workers, but the Americans used for Desert Storm “chemical gagging order” use - a factory farming drug. Very neurotoxic. I thought I was dying immediately, for a long time, until a Chinese herbalist cured me. Took many years. I was invisibly crippled for most of my 20s and 30s - I’d said goodbye to my life many times, and I felt like an 80 year old with a brain tumour. The treatment from my “buddies” didn’t help.

The snowball of fucking my life has been covert and ultra-malicious. Designed to violate consent, and conceal the nature of the abuse. The sneaking up behind the back. The raping. The conspiracy, the social isolation and creation of vulnerability to exploit and celebrate the victimisation.

The power of the DENIAL - the “aspect of superiority and the community of mockery of the target” mean girls style. The hormone modulation of aggression may work different in the “altered style” of non vanilla sexualities. As a geneticist, the pharaohs were a concerning dynasty, and by the end, the small pyramid era, the behaviour was notoriously depraved. Incest, cannibalism… *(everytrhing(radiation/what+maybeudomoviesabout_”thelastpharaoh” in full girls grisly detail. I’m up for showing stuff like that, seriously. Fact: horror is real. Expand your THREATBOX… get the naïve out of you.

PRon and on. and anon and b/ - the focus of the airbag is insinuating T MINUS / ETA / willy removal by force!

WE TAKE PENIS AND WE DASH IT LIKE CHOP HIM DOWN. TORTURE HUMILATE AND EXPLOIT -= SELLE/BRA/T(-E) =- (*itsacelebration) WHITE MAN GONNA BEG FOR MERCY AND HIM A BECOME A SUFFERANCE, LIKE WOMAN BUT LOWA / WHEN FINALLY WOMAN - NOBODY WANT - WASHERWOMAN? UNTOUCHABLE / we a get racist, sexist is sexy, dom dom dom dom dom dom domd od dom dom dom and eyes wide shut for the winners. More heroin, charles? Lovely, let’s watch the replay.

A social bonding program, an exploration of abusers’ mean girls deprivation financial abuse and cuckolding fetish, designed for those who promote promiscuity, use hedonism as leverage to start the CONDEMN and THREATEN WITH HORRORS UNTOLD - hunted hunted hunted, and condemn relationship bondage - true love is about finding that “sharp end” of the select curve, those links that stick like glue, you know when you set eyes on such a person quite often, but skin to soul you tend to observe the full picture, and it takes time to go deeper into the psyche and the shared pathway – confus’d and hectic melee for the music of the soul, this is not a win most times.

Promiscuity might offer a deeper exploration of intimacy. That escalation skillset, the courtesan’s beautiful elite. The DD/

There’s a bandwidth issue with contagion, and sharing is disease centralisation - so the elite segregate their sex parties as a cabal of deep consequences = it is non-trivial the contagion issue, to swim in the ocean with all the risk - just ask the gayscene vets from soho how dangerous it is to just go loose and drink yourself silly in the road, and go with whoever you find, whoever looks hungry tonight… or right now. It’s about the R value, and STDs mutate, spread, adapt and are a multi domain spiritual essence. Herpes changes your nervous system…

Oedipal groupsex hedonism, celebrated in full colour, well lit. Art.

Splitscreen with the victim, T MINUS… [ho ho ho it’s not christmas, it’s NEW YEARS EVE…] [seriously THESE TWO PIECES OF CONSTRUCTION EQUIPMENT…]

The covert video surveillance escalation was chronic. The project morphed and continued. Those who felt that their limits were not being satisfied pitched in, and the leverage is immense, considering my 0 budget 0 agent status, and hidden provenance.

People who wanted not more of me, but to take what’s mine and make it theirs, and they found my antics rather entertaining. The party grew and grew, and the long tail of /b became rather unique.

I’ve got things to say, my opinions disseminated ? you kept the best for your own business, sure. For me? In the “hole?” given manipulation and weird alienation experiences? Of course it was hostile and stressful. Not just isolating, very worrying for a person of high intuition. You can tell it’s a game? It’s fake as fake, and it’s threatening concerns? Look at the GwOT, look at what’s really going on. The media? Internet politics have beated it to instagram adverts for dresses which the CCTV watches you take off round the back of the venue for heartrate / temp / gait detect / blink rate / microexpression / EMOJIS? think television, think backscatter, think analoge beams and neural networks on semis of no expense spared, assembled by elves from the space project in secret. The black technology department has long been notorious, and the murkiness of the chickenfeed is ominous.

For me, the hermitage was good reading time. Like a jail sentence, research and reflection is on the menu. You can find benefits in the mind and the mindset, and the recovery on exit. It’s physically tiring, and it builds a certain “non hungry” mindset.

Jealousy and Envy, the good old ills. They copied me, and it showed. They duplicated and plagiarised my work as a ludicrous form of “mental rape” and isolating humiliation - mobbing seeks to humiliate an envied contender - narcissistic sorts must command… reapers of all the social golden glow of positive reinforcement - the stripping of privacy as a spectacle and a debacle of reassuring prejudice and exposure of the abusrd when set against the sheer animalism of the hunt was TOTAL SADISTIC PLEASURE / celebrated with the best restaurants… and then... some PROWLING…

People who base their whole life on your style, and then try to destroy you… it’s not a new idea. I must be doing alright, and I don’t mind sharing any techniques or ideas within reason. It’s good to lift things wholesale, the difficulty is in the skill and the doing, but research is hard. It takes an artist and the lucky nature of the cosmmos to really succeed every time in research. This era is really tricky, and way harder than chess, and to win it’s a question of machines, and the seriousness of the leverage of resource.

Humiliating somebody who might be of some value. A threat. Somebody who might be more competent and better built. More serious. Somebody a bit like Q of station X and laboratory IX. Professor material, you’ve been ruining. You’ve made a general spectacle of me, you see.

That’s what they’ve been throwing out like trash and “making a fool of”. Devaluing and “ruining” for amusement value.

Right.

IT is indeed [ON]

And I hope you "enjoy the ride".

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