This is the basis of everything I’m trying to explain but I can’t get to it yet, trying to explain that in the early walking days of man the sun must have appeared to come up off of the ground in the distance and some early people got “OCD,” obsessive compulsive, to catch that warm light-bringer and they wouldn’t quit walking east even when it led them up into Siberia and then across Beringia into Alaska, and in all that trekking there were injuries, probably when newborns were laid down in the snow during emergencies, getting what I call “freezer burns” to certain spots and when the people finally got to some normal climate they were exhausted and fell into a pattern of using the nests of dinosaurs to sleep in and those dinosaurs would, like birds, bring food to the nests for the young and the food must have been like mashed hallucinogen-laced flowered plants and toads. The humans never got out of the nests, became parasitic on and jealous of the young of the dinosaurs, smashing the eggs so they’d get more of the hallucinogen-laced food, eventually leading to the extinction of the dinosaurs. They’d also made “games” of running the megafauna off of the Pacific and other cliffs, like that big cliff-drop that no one ever really talks about east of the Grand Canyon, the Mogollon Rim.
When they found their way back to the Old World they cliff-ran the people and went into the so-called “Trojan War” beginning of all these wars we’ve always had, and it’s just these unrecognized Paleo-American people who’d accidentally forced their way over Beringia and nature couldn’t keep them back, nature not having tangible hands. I have to quit now, and I just got this employment-assignment that starts in 2 days, good luck about this to poor little me, and I’ll try to keep filling in all of this space and time material on how we got into this real-life TOTAL PLANETARY EXTINCTION disaster that not only are we in but they’ve been running this world-takeover scam off of using me as a gimmick all my life that I have to also try to explain, 60 years old now and hope this employment goes okay because I’ve been about penniless for ten years and most of my life so far. More later I hope. (Kathy Foshay) (This was in about Oct. 2015, right when I got started here.)
19 Oct., Sat., — even worse today.
15 Oct., I’ll re-install this chatbox because I’ve only got a little while and alot of little different search-engine types of things to try to do. Otherwise everything is either lousy or terrible.
10/17, Maybe I’d be able to keep a running list here of the subjects I’m trying to work on:
Louie and the candy man, = that Longfellow Avenue’s old days to these days business
Blackbeard, Edward Teach
770 eastern parkway labor day brooklyn carvinal W. Indian-American carnival day
ck lance on the s.m., dawn, mark; add ted in the army
ck bayazet II, spelling
find tt brazil painting of maximillian of baden?
peace pavillion the hague from carnegie
marathon to sapporo
add abt spirits list
tt the system does everything wrong from the bottom on up
— I’m so bad off I didn’t even bother to bring the rest of my notes, figure I won’t have enough time to get to too much anyway. And there was something about yesterday that I’m like supposed to drop all these other subjects in order to fit in jotting-out about that about “them,” the invisible and unprovable torturers and I cannot recall whatever this standard distraction was yet.
pirates of the Caribbean/ck penzance
milt machlin, d. around 2007
mia farrow (1945, L.A.)
eliz. l. ring difficulty
ck on tt hi in place of the boo
I don’t know if this will really work but I’m going to try putting widgets like a timeline-chronology for the main points in this “Armageddon” set up overall and also off of me specifically, mixed together.
I found a mailing address and will try to set this up in the sidebar here for it, and the warnings that would go before it, since this criminal fraud-family is already all over my trying to make this arrangement and its with a government group. — I’m moving this unresearched-yet boring-seeming old painting’s little copy to this spot because it’s connected to what I’d be trying to describe about my difficulties with mail receipt because of all this Armageddon and the fraud-family science fiction-horror situation all over me. Also I think my years of ghost-prisonership non-receipt of responses to my requests for assistance with all this largely comes from some “communications curse” back around 1993, from that disk I’d sent the Clinton Administration that I haven’t had a chance to describe much about that here yet. I’d written an “Armageddon is Now” warning-disk based on some trick that had been played on me but the millennium was still just right in front of us, that the trick was a cover-up for that I’d notice and watch out for the Revelation “profit-sees.” Etc.
Aug. 5 2019; I’m not sure how I’m going to (be able to) proceed today. It’s like the system-goons think this is Infinite Jest II, to all be living off of me. I have to check, “God help” us/me, whatever, about Rod Serling’s ejaculations’ being used for making some of the major characters of the twentieth century’s farce that we’re “postmodernly” in now and might likely never be able to get out of, and also of the T.H. Huxley family, his son Leonard’s being a stereotype like Nicholas II of Russia and then maybe they made Leonard’s son Aldous from the new growth hormones onto T.H.’s ejaculations, maybe onto a sister’s ova, sort of a how we got here. Plus I might have to try a letter to the governor in Tallahasee because I have to get out of this particular LURE-trap I’m stranded alone in now because I’m the only one trying to find assistance for getting Earth and human race and biology out of necessitated extinction.