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7 April, 2020 09:03

Henderson, I brought this to the pharmacy yesterday:,I’d written you in January 2019 but my homelessness situation is nesr-impossible to describe and finally I realize it’s I connected to the 1953-73 infamous. MKultra program, nowadays also the "smart pills," but has become brain-harvesting from enforced anthropophagy, the global-system.
This Covid-19 and Corona business seems coverup against anyone’s speaking with me or discussing the Universe Rescue blog I’d started just before the Nov. 2015 car-hit where I guess I was put into some coma and medical-aid pornography was made off of me next door to the NIH.
Please discreetly (sp?) get anyone to assist me with all this as the system comes from parasites who are only taking us to TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION. The blog URL is on the bottom-left here but must be kept away from parasites who do LURES off of me.
I’m trying to get to the Southwest for the Prehistory-research on the extinction-bringing parasitism but I’ve gotten "ghost-prisoner" stranded here and now I think I should bring all this to the Fort Huachuca/Sierra Vista, AZ location, that I could also use assistance with. Sincerely, kf
I’m still trying to work my way out of the filth from the sleeping sickness and now I think the system’s targeting to hurt my heart. The only way out of that is to get to a different location where maybe they’d rather do other things, etc. Don’t forget that the OHYOS’ Melquiades character is a profile of the whole system mentality right there like in a nutshell….

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4 April, 2020 23:58

4 April 2020, Saturday, noon. I don’t know if the system will keep letting these cellphone-sends through or what it will do to me, where I was barely able to get that little send through last night and it arrived without the illustration I’d attached before doing this one-finger typing, somehow. The real send is in this Queued vacuum where I haven’t been ever seeing those pieces again, so I’m not sure how much of the material I’d ought to go back over. Just before thst I think I’d managed to get send through on the MKULTRA-Covid19 and Corona coverup to the Victim Services from back at that dogbite incident #1153582-19 last September, asking if I could visit their office like next week. I’m really being killed back in this LURE location room because if anything goes wrong I can’t walk to go get food and it was small miracles that I got through yesterday and now today’s too cold for me and I’m barely borderline stable from all these invisible tortures, mostly the excreta a wrestling but there are tortures they do that I don’t know about also, where they beat me up real bad. I got just enough food yesterday to make it to tomorrow okay but one miscalculation and these invisible monsters would attack to kill or turn me to a "vegetable" after all this anyway, the mentally-ill system forging ahead toward everything’s extinction.What I’ve found now — did it get through that all the libraries have been closed since March 16? That makes it like an uber-emergency that I waive the principle that I only have Lifeline for telephone not for the internet because I’m homeless without an address, this being only an unstable week to week emergency place for this oxygen equipment, too temporary to count in reality but the system’s trapped me ghost-prisoner to being stranded here and now deluged by this Covid coverup for the MKULTRA’s "outsourced" brain-you know whatting, where I don’t want them cutting off my sends again. Today though now I see that I’ll have to rearrange for how I can sit here, have to figure that out now and make it comfortable for using this cellphone but that is part if the LURE, where the parasites like the AGinsberg huddle around and attract a growing "audience" of target victims, standard way they’ve been doing this these 27 years largely. The main question is if I’d ought to move this heavy dresser back to the sideways position or leave it normal and I think I’ll have to put it back sideways which means that I’ll mostly be trying to clean little by little here all day in order to get that accomplished, and then the point is that this recharge plug-in should be used and how would I set up a place to set the cellphone in, like a desk-height there should be for it, by the door here. I think there’s only one choice for that and it would work okay. That will start with first sweeping the floor underneath the and then this dresser and that’s very difficult for me because I can’t bend down and things always get stuck under the dresser and it ‘s real difficult to clean under there, plus I’m afraid of its top drawer because it’s like a cursed roach-haven all the time. Then I should wind up with a "regular workspace" for trying to get assistance out of here and to Arizona thst feels like it feels right now for me, which is okay, me doing these workspace-attempts all my life. — Before the floor maybe I could do the second part of this first…
4pm soon, and because I have this "John Young/Julius Orlovsky"" neighbor situation I guess to leave the dresser along the shared wall here. The system dies a lot if things with alignment choreographing "magically" these things up here and then under here that are really creepy and scary but are secret from me, where I only notice the real obvious things like the morning toilet horror tricks and I have to get assistance as this is all unbelievable and indescribable. The main thing i can only do is try to prepare a letter for the Pharmacy chief for Monday, and similar would then be one to try to mail to the space center tourist chief Wm. T. Harris, and getting letters written became real real difficult anymore. in fact I guess it’d require the whole dresser-top, but I don’t have anywhere to put these foods. Plus I’m finding 2 peculiar things with these when unrefrigerated.
Just thinking of bending to sweep under the bed’s been setting off these bizarre unhealthy attacks, I don’t know why after all the care I got into getting me through today, except of course that the underground and "magic" b.s. is doing all this to me, it’s as though I’m completely sickly nevertheless. Then I go running for the oxygen tank again, this "Melquiades in Oriental Costume" a continuous attachment sucking, parasiting, s***-eyeing (sic) me to death. — I put the broom around but the animals just did another of these attacks again, like to kill me by trying to force my excreta out for "their" own amusement it seems like. It isn’t describable or believable. I’ve semi-cleared a letter-writing-looking area but I really have to get some soap, etc. for this horror of the constant jump-attacks like to kill me that are being invisibly perpetrated. I can’t think really well, kept just missing my attempts to reach this guy at the VA’s pharmacy and now I’m not sure the boss there would still be the same person, so tt I’m not sure how to proceed with right now. My researches had left off in February that Agent George H./Henry White was the big link between MKultra and then the Bronx-French Connection with unfortunate little me at the bottom of those 3 suitcases more or less, where White worked for Anslinger and Anslinger’s a big deal to me because his in-law Andrew Mellon had purchased and given that ‘Man in Oriental Costume"/The Turk painted portrait to us. There’s also a big Duchess County connection in there. But I don’t know anything much about White yet. He’d likely become associated with the AGinsberg. — George Hunter White, born 1906 in the Lower East Side of NY, then somehow out to SF and L.A. as a young journalist and all around more or less it looks like, me barely able to read much and use the 2 hands for the little cellphone. He might even look a little like CW2 Nason of the Huachuca library I’m trying to get to. Also I found out I can only breathe okay with my back to this wall the dresser’s against, because of some quirk of the overhead fan’s reach. Between the overhead and the window fan, then the door open too sometimes is great relief, and the tank oxygen, I’ve been okay but today has been horrible regardless. My nasal passages seem clogged from filth from being unable to shower here, (then I didn’t even get one from 5 days in the hospital and finally just washed my hair in the room instead of the bathroom sink before they kicked me out summarily like for their Covid-19 business.) I wake up in such horrible shape here because it’s an all guys place and the invisible torture "Melquiades/ginsberg" types are all doo-doo obsessed that each morning is like that. They’ve been trying to kill me before the normal sunny mornings are back, healthily for me. — I somehow found that Manzoni Il Sposi book and it somehow is an audiobook that is still being read aloud, great for me with the sleep horrors situation, tt this might assist in getting through this….

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4 April, 2020 03:05

3 April 2020, Friday 9pm, that this Covid is about medical pornography they did while keeping me in a coma next door to the NIH after the car-hit in 2015, then the Corona part’s the new buildings they got for doing that and what else. I saw a slightly different version of this illustration and thought I had a copy here but I can only get it by taking a photo while on a bus, where a cartoon-persom is on each side of that circle/hole. There’s something similar in David Linden’s 2015 book about the sense of touch. After the "magic" -done phony car-hit they’d put me to sleep for a week with my legs held as far apart as possible, and besides all the usual stereotypes it seems there’d also been an Allen Dulles-type involved in that’s set up, linking it pretty clearly to the MKULTRA. My research-attempt this February had left off with learning that Sidney Gottlieb had gone to Harry Anslinger of the Federal Department on or of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs to request to borrow officer George Henry White for the MKULTRA project is. the link between it and then the federal Brooklyn and Bronx French Connection scam I’d been misused for, etc. for all these verbiages. Today it was clear that these beasts are trying to kill or make a "vegetable" out of me. In 1969, the moon landing, they saw they were all incorrect but they don’t quit.

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31 March, 2020 21:13

4am 3/31/20, Tuesday and I hv to sleep and try to do my first of the 2 gg to their pharmacy for the monthly inhaler or it mt not be kept tt uncomuncomplicated like tt still is, sic abt tt big typo I’d try to straighten out,, but before sleeping I’d also should eat like I normally would but the system is dg its program of the sleeping illness lack of appetite and then probably will do the insomnia syndrome till seven am if I don’t try to eat some of this takeout chicken I was only able to find, and then I couldnt get a cab, havg to walk here and some anonymous neighbors had lured the 2 stray dogs away long enough I could get about to the door here. Top many subjects with me all alone with this unnecessary/gratuitous TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION this phonied and I guess U.N.-anchored global-system has been pulling, where I can’t always keep describing that the system is all parasites off of 4-year old nobody little me since 1959-60, tt its " unreal," and beyond comprehension but I hv to eat and sleep and try to get out of this room somehow as soon as I can so can’t say more tonight.3/31/20, Tuesday 8pm, it was a terrible Armageddon-usual type of a day with this parasite all over the back of my brain, as running this secret entertainment way of taking the planet. I can’t stand these same patterns and want to return to "the normal weather ways" of the library use and am nowhere near tt organized yet with the difficulties anymore of providing food for myself and it’s been unreal that I can’t get any normal letters written, like right now I guess the AGinsberg attached monster is causing distraction diversion from the return to this normal weather pattern where I might get say this letter — I have to look for the first one — to this pharmacy.
The day was so bad I even really list my little dinner deserts and new toothbrush and paste, this parasite takeover workers’ crawling all over me because everything is wildly changed with the public transportation and the vamc so that the difficulties will brew troubles and the voyeuring sadists get laughs from my unawareness of all these years of the fallout or what from the mkultra program, MKULTRA that hardly anyone except the bad guys, Augusta psychopaths, have ever heard of. The "Endless Love" song could only get checked on when/if I could do normal library hours again. I’m going to send this just to get it off my mind but now tt the emergency has become the mundane usual again I remind tt I don’t have Lifeline internet is why I hadn’t been sending from this room. I’m in a terrible wreckage, being used for the brain-harvesting all my life and they’ve invented stories like a solid rock all around me and the AGinsberg-parasite’s big thing seems to be the forty dollar a month by the ten dollars a week rent increase, that thst is sure, by all the underworld parasites’ invisible works against me toward keeping me a wreck, to accomplish stranding me in this slaughter for the brain harvesters’LURE hole, that I won’t be able to get out if this nightmare situation, all these bums generation after generation sneak-pulling off this inane world-takeover these clandestine ways, etc. Then they dumped me now where the emergency set situation seemed bigger than the principle that I don’t use the Lifeline internet that’s normally available because this isn’t a home for me, not a home address, that it’s for the oxygen tanks prescription, but that ties it into being their sneaked LURE off of me and just a typical set up thst it’s an emergency situation for me to get out of, without any hope in sight all this worsening year and a half now. What can I do to reach a responsibly behaving human assistance for getting me and then maybe everybody/the planet, out if this goon Romper Room these bums are longtime parasiting to keep doing like this off if me, etc., is always my situation set and I don’t know anyone in Houston and now this bizarre no-contacts Corona gimmick off of the 2015 hospital scam by these same stereotypes, infinite jest, etc.

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30 March, 2020 21:09

30 March Monday 9 pm and I’m stuck at a bus stop and just want to mention I’ll be highlighting tt old " Endless Love" sing if there’s a tomorrow, bus gereniw

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30 March, 2020 17:59

30 March 2020, Monday, 4pm.I ate most of what’s left of the gumbo and tt’s all of the energy fuel I’ve got except for water with alot of sugar in it, also from odd luck tt a big bag was all I wound up being able to replace the stolen one/s by after whenever tt dogbite business was where it must hv bn last September but so was my arrival in Houston tt previous September, where maybe the 2 times st the va are somehow mixedups.
as soon as I got the delivery securuued I hv to leave on this little energy and a Maxi-pad in defense against all this invisible torture’s piss and s""" incontinence -pulling. how else do I prepare now, etc…
I’ve been stranded in this room with the oxygen obsession for this month ow two so tt I figure I shd carry a small tank and I’m packing the tiny Walmart fan and they’re both too heavy for me normally, guess I could leave the little fan, but I can’t guess how I would have gotten through this without the big walmart fan, the window fan, turned around and saw it after their cab had dumped me here Wednesday nine pm the 25 I guess it was , yes, found their calendars for now now. it’s been its lifesaving for me, but leaving the room soon I don’t know how the underworld might do to me and there really is a big problem and set of problems, where tt cabbage patch doll effigy owner character had become the blacksmith at Broadway street regular presence and I’d hv to fill in tt its the va secy’s stereotype too, and the va group all over me in Kensington and Bethesda, Maryland, tt it is a real scary business tt I’ve only been able to not worry about, hope for the best about but I don’t think there is any best or iota of attempt to work out of the extinction-direction from the brain-har***ters. and the north bus route walk doesn’t seem as safe as not walking right past his nose. every day it seems tt tt is my better bus direction, for both leaving and returning later then, and this just keeps getting sicker and sicker, and then tracing the 1969 "The French Connection" book’s copyright just leads to their and the whole "AGinsberg’s" stereotype"s sic or whatever, being at the head of international publishing and travel and sales of most things…. so I’d b — the oxygen’s delivered, I hv to get the rent but hope the bus stop walk goes well, taking a small tank so I avoid a panic attack about any of all this. factor also tt I can’t guess if the 1973 decision for me to join the army was really prefigured by nthis mind control brsineating conspiracy tt all seems unchanged frim, etc., out the door and now recall tt they’d had these dogs making walking ng impossible….

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30 March, 2020 15:49

March 29, 2020, Sunday 7pm and about to try taking a nap, the battery low here anyway, my foot up w the door closed.tt first Dr had said he had a name like home or Holmes
ck Nixon and tt checkers dog incident
Brian Keith
1am, Monday march 30 I guess it is. I’ve been laying here unable to sleep and checked the voicemail from the oxygen company and it is weird-sounding
I guess it deciphers to tt there will be some as usual delivery despite all the corona restrictns, and tt returns me to fretting abt the rent and pharmacy errannds’ being able to get done okay, me in all this filth still.

ck (check) for Lynne Curran

there was a big scene I’d ought to try to sort out , where I’d bn forced to HV the lehs’ ultrasound but what was the other procedure, where the staff seemed like a guy grown from norm ,(roberge.) I barely recollect it, where I guess it was tt anti chf one there was the big deal about…
30 March, 3pm, I overslept till one pm but the oxygen company has me last on today’s deliveries, where I guess I should take a small tank to keep my nerves calm by, and then this place wants the late 2 rent payments but without any late fee which is the big difference and if I don’t get it tonight after the delivery I’d be in the same too weak from lack of food merely situation so there isn’t point in waiting overnight and waking up into tt same situation again so its back to these inane logistics of my peculiar ownnto try to figure, which has been like every day. this year virtually without working out yet. = how best to get to the machine at telephone near Belfort going south, from here. the best way is the north #50 bus to the south #40, then I could return by getting back onto tt bus, because I can’t go to tt (kroger) food store this disaster I’m like yet, with a telephone appt. to my primary care person scheduled for tomorrow, and then I could get off and back on the bus at the Walgreen, and maybe hv to call a taxi from this bus stop across Broadway from here, then hope I somehow woke early to be able to do the tele-appt from outside of here but I’ve got all lkinds of "regulating" mind control all over me and now they’re causing a LURE problem of suddenly my 2nd favorite singer, Tupac, him and Dylan’s voices doing something tt seems must be from ritual "magic" to like my insides. There’s got to be something wrong with their stardoms tt they get me so excited or loving their music differently from all others’ and in this retrospect I think its safe to notice that Dylan wasn’t anything except a set up, hasn’t done much, was a big scam, with tt manager just being one if the main horror stereotypes toward this TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION. The "rap" music/entertainment is obvious to me connected to the whole same system’s Armageddon, same as Dylan was special to these world-parasites, etc. I’ve been thinking tt his early book, Tarantula, was part of a "magic"/" lsd" ritual for. disentangling from Suze Rotolo, passed about 2007 I think I’d just read recently. Like, Ta, rant you love, I’m thinking it was connected to, really, where she was one if us "airy" spirit-forming for afterlife in space types and this whole darkhaired Nasi or me-kill-angel invader-race still armageddoning despite everything and everyone etc. thinks they don’t require that kind of eternal loving, think they’d rather have the secret (lsd) world. — I have to start trying to eat this horrible or unappetizing to me tasting gumbo or I won’t have strength for gg anywhere, then waking to decreased living-time again.

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29 March, 2020 18:39

29 march etc. going toward five pm and about to try this cold gumbo from a Styrofoam cup… 5pm, he then came to the room sayg there aren’t strings with a bunch more food but I just need enough for getting to the bus and I said I can’t accept all this from a guy with a Muslim name and he took the rest back and now I’m trying to figure if the 6 shrimp in the gumbo are safe eating, and then there are 3 biggish pieces of meat, the sauce way too spicy for me and set aside with its ltl okra and not any rice. I’ll try putting some of my "Grooves" crackers by CheezIts underneath the meat pieces toward softening them because they’ve tasted horrible is howcome I’ve still got them avsilable, like some weird "magic". 5:30pm, as feared, I’ve futzed away my chance of getting out of here for today, and then the oxygen company is likely to destroy my Monday again tomorrow, to try to describe the least of this disaster. this spicy meat, like chorizo it looks, might save me overnight but not into still trying to walk and do the various tasks on Tuesday plus I’ve got 2 appts. at the va, one normal annual it sounds like on April fools day on Wednesday, significant to the late fraudparent’s next day’s dobirth scam usually, plus they say its request time on the lung med so I already should request tt tomorrow evening, as I had set the inhaler up slightly differently and maybe did accidentally shorten its time, sort of similar to the stories of that BIpap-Jambalaya. There’s been this big theme of behind my back the AGinsberg’s getting me called a liar at the va Pharmacy because this horrorhole is allegedly my home address, all the LUREmonsters wanting to tie me down to steady brainharvesting right here and the main character’s, the 8000 E. Magnolia blacksmith’s, appearance is like the VA Secy. Wilkie’s, running this place, the "staircase #1 type" from King Casimir’s old Crakow, sp., Krakow, Crackow, etc, which also comes up in the 1967 "One Hundred Years of Solitude," (OHYOS, very important "story, novel, fiction/ I hate to even use the phonied up words.) The BIpap machine, which this oxygen company must be selling! come to notice now, semi- explains that previous generations had had different evolutional routes and then the machine and its directions got out of control. I can’t figure what you’re supposed. to figure about the Americas and then they did a theme as though I’m. supposed to have opinions as though I can figure who’s good and bad off of the teeny dreamlike pieces of the experience. I’m still trying to figure how to get my right foot elevated, for real.
I’m gg to send this as explication for why I didn’t try to get the rent again today etc….

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29 March, 2020 16:28

Sunday March 29, 2020, 4pm and I don’t have any food for getting to the only ATM again now, same pre-hospital situation of then this inability to walk — 2 of the roomers here have showed up but nothing abt food and now a new car… — the lady w one of those roomers now says she shd hv known tt I’m hungry, like tt she can’t help me w tt now though.–^ equals same situation of dying of this quote marks invisible starvation, tryg to figure this out and don’t k — now the guy gave me some refrigerated gumco he assures isn’t oisomef poisoned tt I said would ssave my life and I shd go bk to the room and day tight noe cold a bit at least, trying to send this again first….

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29 March, 2020 16:03

Sunday 4am, tt there does seem to be some file Send tt arrived to the blog empty tt I’d hv to try to figure what the material was, hoping tt it wasn’t the African-version fraud-cousine business, and then the little emails on the virus state tt its Asian and not Africa tt the virus is from. Sunday 4pm, I’m too without food only to be able to leave the bungalow now and this starved state is purposely misrecognized for being ill so I can’t figure how to proceed, with these shakes being merely from this lack of food so I’ll try sending and then this "talking to myself" again to figure how to proceed, etc., etc.

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29 March, 2020 03:47

Last send for Saturday or first one for Sunday now I guess. I’d become like hysterically attached to the oxygen as though I’m gg to die if cut off from it for 6 minutes while at the same time I figure I could walk to the bus as usual tomorrow without any difficulty. Figuring priorities logistically, north or south bus, it comes up thst the bus pass runs out and has to have paper dollars or then I couldn’t afford the bus fare, that there are 2 routes, north or south, where north would lead to the bank and then walk to the kroger but south from here would be food and then Kroger and then hope the ATM works. as usual for me, which way to find out about that and then the details of the route. I would normally say tt I should find out if the machine is working first. last time I’d gone tt way and it was only beccause tt’s the bus stop this neighbor here had gone to but he’d really been headed for the next one down the street, which I’ve never gone to, its only a standard gas station with the overpriced snacks, but the bus took me to the CVS bellford corner and I always feel like I have to reload for air after each of these busrides and lack of food made it take me at least 2 hours to get to the entrance and somehow I didn’t get to the Kroger entrance until ten after eight and they had this Corona changes at their front door. — another small roach. and another. it doesn’t seem reality-oriented since there weren’t any yesterday and I was expectant because of my new phobia about getting hurt here, etc. What I’d found is TT for about three and a half dollars CVS has a good ice cream type, but I don’t think I could spend tt much without ("wo’" is my usual abbreviation for tt word,) finding out if the bank machine will work for me. And, it looks like this bungalow place is back to doing (dg) the roach "trick" of tossing some into here somehow, like some hindu- or fraud-parent type of a style tt seems to be from. That was the first trick I noticed they were trying to upset me by, tt this place is all the opposite of useful except for the brain-eaters. Trying to figure my route hasn’t worked since January, and tomorrow the main part, a library, isn’t available till Monday, and then the oxygen company said they’d be contacting me, about what to do with this my situation (allegedly). For Faked-world subjects it my (might) also be possible to use the bus pass just to go to maybe just the Walgreen’s at Bellford and back, only using one ride on the bus pass. Think its probably Belfort, W. Bellforr I think they always call it. if I could get to the south bus stop I go down to the Hobby Airport and get the #50 then coming back north and get off at tt Bellford/t corner Walgreen’s/Walplace I joke mix it because the system gets upset if I mention tt I might go to tt other place named Wal-.Then what could I do about survival food till I find out about this oxygen business. I can’t go to Arizona or anywhere else unless someone says its okay for me to arrive, is how this system is working itself, tt everywhere seems to be managed from secret and underneath strangers to myself. so if instead of a big trip I try " just to Walgreen’s and back real quick" as though tt’s a possibility for me again anymore, what would I get tt’s better than if I went to the local family dollar/why wal-place at all. Mainly because its a sunny normal-seeming conventional place, I guess. Both the places sell eggs but the Walgreen hadn’t had any the last time I’d hoped to buy those there, what else would work — I’ll be out of coffee and I think they sell the overpriced bags I’d wanted to take to the vamc with me but I’ve only got fourteen single dollars and five dollars in quarters outside of an atm visit, its only about survival food and tp for right now. Walgreen’s only has a small food section, might already be where the water weight had come from, the foods used as a LURE. The cvs across from them seems to really dislike me and or my whole "type" of white females. what do I think I could do by a short trip down the street instead of regular groceries, and if the eggs aren’t there its like the next to most important item’s being missing, the first being this ice cream I’ve developed some big craving for, a main nice thing about the walgreens. Their noodles are 79 cents instead of the twenty cents a package at a grocery store. They mostly have loaves if wonder bread for three dollars tt I don’t buy because (bc) but they have it in all caps and I don’t know how to fix tt and its like alot of invisible hindu clamoring for me to forget this and go to bed, for which ice got at least three chores to get done somehow first for that… 2am now, I managed the setting up a cup of coffee and then the chore of gg b.m. but then was barely back here and sucking the oxygen again till I was "re-loaded" for the trip back into the bathroom to dump today’s urine into the toilet to finish using tt room for tonight but this door not closed all the way when the ",kid" seemed to then go to that room like some regular process of gg in there to quick check it whenever I’ve gone, "gone," and then back and forth like to the kitchen or to the backyard to smoke tt then I feel like I hv (have) to wait till the area’s clear for dumping this urine-bucket I’m so lucky to HV here from an old ice cream 4- quart bucket. The toilet is always some odd difficulty or another. I felt that I hadn’t finished wiping myself yet, hv to put out the light and do tt in here after maybe one or two more of these prep-chores, so is it now a or the time to go dump tt gallon and a half from today or anything else I should try to get done… my walking was real woozy unstable but I think tt’s from the phobia about the room and not really anything about the oxygen obsession that’s also from this underneath of here. "They’re" doing a small trick of going slightly slower on the cellphone than before the toilet ordeal, which was only a little unusual and too many keystrokes to bother trying to describe the oddity, etc. Let me see if I can dump the pee quickly and quietly now. — trying to move along, now "they" from under here turned some airflow noise into my right ear tt reminded me tt I hadn’t put the O2 back on after the urine-dump, as I’m trying to figure how much sugar-water I should get ready because there’s only that and some crackers for food value toward trying to walk out of this odd little area here — and also I’d hv to consider the taxi fee as an alternative depleting the fourteen plus five in change logistic factor. — 3:30 am, everything except the wiping seems done now and better logistics against this monster-resistance against little me which I guess comes from tt whole MKultra gottlieb business, perhaps tt someone noticed any of these travesties, that I’m always worried tt they victimize normal males es and then just anybody this ts normal nice — they’re driving me nuts with the slowed typing, I’ll send this now….

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28 March, 2020 23:22

Sat. Mar. 28, 8pmIn going through the odd little emails sent to me there’s one from the 2015 car-hit hospital that has a diagram of the new building/s they’d contracted (like a deal with the devil it’d seemed might have been made to keep me there like that,,,) to have built and it looks like a Corona/Covid19 illustration, same round balls with the little balls all over them so it seems pretty obvious that there’s some connection between the car-hit and the buildings and then this "outbreak," and all what else is all going on. I can’t even listen to the radio for fear tt it"s misused as some (racist) theme here at this bungalow site. They have a stereotype like the car-hit hospital’s president in 2015, where they might be a stereotype like (Robert I think his first name was) Ripley of the Ripley’s Believe It Or Not, a Mr. Greene, whose photo I put on the blog. so maybe this bs is connected to tt real situation but what can or should I do about the "all this"? Then there dies seem to be a big racist situation tt I got kicked out of the hospital the same way, black-haired people getting a taxi voucher and an escort-wheelchair to the lobby. they left all these gluestick " leads" all over my chest — I thought I’d quit saving the alcohol or which wipes that only get the glue off, will try to check on them but mostly it"s time to try to prepare for trying to actually walk to a bus stop right after I wake tomorrow which has been the "sleeping sickness" problem most of this year so far now. Now the "bungalow-runners" had some other car conspicuously park here, have been doing that as though a sign language for a long time now and this one had some negative sign-noises to it as it pulled up and seemed then connected to the room next door, then the whole "theme" maybe of tt Jambalaya Universal or how it was spelled because my little paper notes kept disappearing, was mostly like a Sidney Gottlieb type with interjections on the thought discussions by a or the AGinsberg type, the "timewarp" program, tt tt was similar to all this horror I go through heruue, etc. I’m gg to turn on the light and look for tt magenta-colored bracelet but there was one time a nurse was behind my back moving that bag to the chair. — As suspected I can’t find it now, a concrete sign of the experience. Then I hv to deal with the sleeping illness reality that I’d hv to HV everything prepared for me to wake up, make the cup or 2 of coffee that’s all tt’s left and walk out and into the street being mindful of the siunburn factor onto this horrible a looking foot, the necrotic looking business I think coming from the used coffee grounds from the way I manage to filter it inexpensively is all, and then I couldn’t manage to take out the garbage before leaving here in the daytime anymore, similar to the bathroom-phobia, because I’d almost fallen, this "bungalow"s" diseasing of me had seemed to be becoming and I started figuring I could get the garbage when I got back and instead, till I feel stable health-wise, I’ve set the bags into the little cart I’d come he — Huge cockroach just disappeared as I tried to bash it — talk about what can or should I do, I’m all phobic to those. now its somewhere close by, scaring relieved me that nothing had gathered while I’d been gone. My point is that if I don’t move quickly I’ll get stuck unable to leave this room the same as it had been since around January 9, 2020, no matter what I’d tried. then what I have to do first is to eat something, wherever I can get to, and then to an ATM for at least the 2 weeks’ rent and then for somehow some normal groceries and then tt the weather has somehow been

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28 March, 2020 19:54

Saturday march 28, 6pm. he pulled away in his car conspicuously now, where I never have any idea what other people think or think about me: for instance Sagan wrote tt story called Contact and I’d requested it twice at the library of congress and they claimed it wasn’t on the shelf or some unlikely such wbi h then reminds me I’d seen one of these main Autists in a trick-set on I think it was Friday April 4, 2001, me sent to make a (paper) delivery from that Neil R. Gross transcript job at Rhode Island Avenue and 14th St., NW, same as the "Alexander Graham" Bell-area N Street Village and its red brick big church looking down all 15th St., NW, that it seemed to run decapitation brain-eating off of what Bell had gotten started and today’s pastor descended from Mabel Hubbard Bell and tricks being played till I finally got out of there in Feb. 2018. Unable to contact anyone, like this is only feeling still like also. So maybe I should spend this evening trying to write to Mr. Harris at the tourist space center or do what with this evening, because the blog itself doesn’t seem to be reaching anywhere but the LURE set up I explained is only going to happen here or anywhere else I go underneath me unless I could "contact" with any normalcy, etc., always the same difficulty-sets. — I think maybe the next room just came back but didn’t park in front of this window, speaking of any normalcy whatsoever never like allowed by this invisible and unprovable system. it would be good to note about the only time that he and I’ve talked, where nearly 3 weeks ago it might have been this unable to walk or even get a taxi to take me to the bus stop, and there’d been a theme of a normal-type’s asking if I was waiting for a ride as these 2 people here had just gotten lookalike (white) cars, and I really required any ride at least to the 3-4 block away bus stop and the rent-guy ignored my request and so the next day or so later this kid came to sit on the little porch to smoke probably and in this desperation to at least get the rent for the week and some food I spoke to the kid for the first time since he’d given me this "fear of the bathroom" tt I’ve still got and I think I’d said, If you know of anyone that could give me a ride to the bus stop for about five dollars let me know, or similar verbiage, and after about 2 minutes he asked if I’d said five dollars and then tt he could do tt. it seemed like an "Autism moment," as though comedy. I slowly creaked into the car and added $2 for the annoyance that this medical problem-set would be to a stranger and. he was all likeableness and repeated that he understood. when I got out of the bus sy Broadway and Bellfort though I couldn’t really walk to the CVS drugstore there, it took me like two hours and then the bus to the Kroger where I thought the water pills would be cheaper but they didn’t have any at all and this Corona/Covid19 began there at the Kroger entrance. Maybe my point got lost, that the next day and to now the young guy hadn’t asked if I’d been able to get the medicine tt would clear up the inability to walk or anything similarly related to about tt I can’t reach any food from here, or that I could pay more if he’d let me have another ride, — it’s like some big trick-joke to make like I don’t exist and then the other/the rent guy also with the new car has me way behind in rent now which subject makes me hysterical and he hasn’t inquired about any when or how on TT, only one question abt some annoying alarm noise from this oxygen "concentrator" with all these NASA LURE-types around it, but he’d ignored me asking for a ride because I couldn’t get a cab anymore, didn’t have any way to even the VA’s ATM tt I’d just found is usable but not preferable for me. What is my situation in all this?

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28 March, 2020 18:03

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28 March, 2020 15:59

Sat., March 28, 1430 hours, I checked and everything is only "talking to myself" usual at the Universe Rescue blog I’ve been keeping, like nobody listening anyway and same for all these days I couldn’t get to a library, like the usual small amount had accreted tt comes either from my own over-frequency from checking on the small changes I’ve made or from the system or company’s adding the odd little spam "hits." Maybe similarly when I try to think where this nightmare is coming from I’m winding up back at tt "free" mailing adressj a va-associated group had given me where tt’s leader is also of the Autistic tall and dark-haired john watt young, 1930-2018, type or big stereotype and recall one now tt was interconnected with the "SF Clown" tt had 1979 told me this Armageddom (sic!) b.s. story. I’ll have to make, not ever any puns by me, tt I’ll have to "make Sends" when I reach multi-subjects tt become difficult to keep. to keep track of as they later again inyerco
nnect, as abt this worst of the stereotypes, the Autists that I’m warning are taking the earth to extinction, tt one of tt type heads tt va-connected group and I’d written to himntt I seemed to be having LURE difficultiea and he’d only had me referred to some Men-Tall health employee of his and so i’ve not used the "free" address at all but it seems they went ahead and have been using me as a LURE-bait gimmick anyway, without responsible adults around this and me.

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28 March, 2020 14:20

Sat. mar 26?, noon, about the Feb. vamc pickup.

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28 March, 2020 11:52

sat., mar. ,28 11am, now I recall tt on or just prior to this odd Feb. 25 date (2020) the just-gotten water pills have on them, where it takes me 2 trips to get the lung-medicine prescription each month, one trip to request it and 2-5 days later to pick it up then, on the first trip there’d been some "character" that seems of a "fraud-family type" or somehow genetically involved or another, a common stereotype I see around, wearing conspicuously in front of my little walk path a big African-flag colored knit hat, and that I’d noticed nothing connected to that on the 2nd trip, where for the fi — some glitch I run into that puts up some little "swipe" sign here and I’m not able to retype the letters the same way and then the. "john young" -looking neighbor did a coughing fit like tt tt’s some "sign" of dislike maybe, me starting on the oddity of the return trip with the next send, but I don’t have any food and amnt/aren’t interested in games to be having to do this, just tt tt odd conspicuous African hat is some sign to do with this whole whatever the Corona Virus or Covind+19 is, me recalling now that one if the nurses had mentioned that the codename for me was "straw" while I was in the hospital. I have a "dynasty" of wrongfully-createf people that seem to think they’re supposed to get LURE-fed off of me, from that inane "AGinsberg" s programming" etc tt I don’t understand. Sending this now to try to re-,pickup last month at the vamc.

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27 March, 2020 21:21

Democratic (Peoples Republic of the) Capital of the Congo — I’m not sure of the title or specific spelling or anything but in July 2015 I’d been shifted from a fraud-family-run place in Washington to one in Kensington, Maryland where there was an obvious "copy" of what I call the fraud-cousine, slightly older blonde from Yorktown/Yorktown Hts., NY who is always doing "sneak-spy" work around me approximately since then, like in business with the fraud-parent with that "trafficking" of people’s brains. in Kensington shed had some peculiar name I can’t recall, that began with. a "g." I’d told her she, though African obviously, looked like Bridget Bardot and had tried to get her in touch with the fraud-cousine but neither seemed interested, the fraud-cousine’s only interest being to foist the fraud-parent onto me by a visit to NY (to Stormville-type right near Greenhaven Prison and then tt’s just south of the famous LSD-haven I think the family called Millbury, I’d have to try to check, per this MKULTRA curse I seem to have all over me.) The girl went to live in Rockville, MD. If she was a big deal in that main place in the Congo then its likely her "papa" and what else they called themselves held main political positions, which would have something (parasited-onto) out of my going to Houston. This Armageddon a monster that I call "the jew/AGinsberg stereotype seems always with the Bardot/Loren types of " growing" these old Bathgate Bronx market "seeds."

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27 March, 2020 20:29

8pm, just before the (normal weight) usual rate this claim that its February got started. Time is generally freaky for me with this AGinsberg-attachment, like they do an untrue cartoon show entertainment before letting me be wakened then into it and Thursday then and Friday Saturday and Sunday were perhaps mixed in altogether, with this barely describable story about what I then call Poor God, the universe a disaster, giving that explanation about some wish-fulfilling machine He’d loved to treat everyone to but the directions got confused and this program was only if you used the BI-pap breathing machine which I stay away from by cause itd nearly killed me in 2015, plus I think I’d dissented maybe on Friday from their Cardiac Heart Failure bizarre (exploratory) daytime test on Monday and then a wild scenario with an ultrasound on the legs finally got done because they gave me not a choice. I think these are the main points, and I haven’t any — oh dear– before I fell asleep last night I had thought that this must get mentioned, and its a lot of this slow keyboard hunting and pecking, like an hour or so in place of another 15 minutes to do right away now. in the ER waiting for the taxi they had signs that the (simultaneous) Corona Virus/Covind19 has to do with the democratic capital of the Congo and I’ve got some major of the "fraud-family" Foshay connected in to that, possibly many who’d taken life a roleplaying there, that I’ll try to do a send on right now because they seem all mixed up with the whole fraud and brain-eating extinction situation

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27 March, 2020 18:02

25 march, 2020, Friday, 6pm, the rumors were to not trust anyone, that God had made some big error in setting up. small-gods too soon and they’d admired him so much tt he’d been chased into the sun, leaving us with little intelligence from the great civilizations, everyone getting the (timewarp) machine instructions often backwards, universe and planet in real disaster, almost in tt made-up story way by some "hindu" maybe I saw but didn’t understand the name jabemalaya universalem might be connected to. there was a big side issue where I brought u tt this guy in room 9 might come from born 1930 astronaut John Watt Young of Houston’s Manned Landship direction and my fear that he was insane with Autism, messing up greatly via the machine. there was mere mention of the MKULTRA program.

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