These planeticidists bombard me with all kinds of difficulties in getting to the library so that I’m off-track of what I’m trying to think on and onto their “directors'” track of any distraction off the subject of their planeticiding. There are too many different subjects going on here right now. I was looking for a “picture” to represent the Jonestown Massacre of when I got to San Francisco and recalled that Dr. Feinstein had passed somewhere around that time and in looking for a picture to represent that he did trepanning/trephining I found this big name in how we got to this (TPE-bound) situation. In real life I have to get out of the planeticidists’ having me in this LURE-situation I’m in, etc., so I don’t really have time to get started into the historical research of what these John Clarks et al. were doing to us back then. But it’s important that Ninigret was their big partner and while I’m looking for that illustration the planeticidists are doing more “tricks” onto me out here. — I’m sure that trying to check the cult awareness network won’t turn out to be of any assistance to me to speak of because I’d tried to look them up once a few years ago and they’d become “like everyone else” only is for me or nowadays or what’s going on, but I’m covered with these “brain surgeons'” minions all over me and can’t type much right now, am busy trying to look up other things, — now I recall, I’d thought to connect a paragraph from that DFW “Planet Trillaphon,” let me try to go find that real quick…. This is the paragraph I’m trying to chop down to just the parts that I connect to the Prehistoric-descended Autism, paragraph 7 of the original. He’s in prep school getting ready to go to Brown University:
7- In the summer I worked for Exeter Building and Grounds Department, crying and throwing up into the bushes. My boss at “B and G,” Mr. Film, had a riddle he thought was funny; “What’s the color of bowel movement? Brown! har har har!” and I’d smile because Mr. Film was on the whole nice, and he didn’t get mad when I threw up in his truck once. I told him my scar was from getting cut up with a knife in high school, which was essentially the truth.
The DFW story says someone had hurt him, told Mr. Film that other people were violent, and that’s similar to this “goat story’s” figurative description, that the “Jomon,” like Mr. Film, had had another kind of a developmental disability and took the accusation against other people as premise for war against “the others” and this warring is so baseless that little uninvolved me out here has wound up at the bottom of this baseless garbage.
… Giffords-Ryan … say what again … — [I can’t use question marks, check the lingo-wingo-dingo section*…. * Terminology]