— What I’m trying to do is start a Chronology of this Armageddon business focusing on its attachment to myself but a or the major dividing line to my thinking is that the system had always believed they’d find riches of any sort in space and they’d gotten there in July 1969 and that was like their great awakening or should have been but then they must have had to change their patterns, which including going into this living off of anything I try to do, so I’m going to try to put a Chronology in some of the little illustrations into widgets along that sidebar, like where the Y2K would fit in at the year 2000 and then there’d be the Abu Ghraib scandal and whatever else I can figure before and after those 2 big dividing lines, see if I can sort things out any okay that way, as I’m sort of always losing my mind — which also I’m trying to start a second letter to the nearby space center because there isn’t a soul in the world that I know and if these animals make me hospitalized again I don’t have anyone to sign me out and not enough money to be able to find a nice place to leave there from and into, I’m just this frail little old lady without a soul in the world so where can I get some assistance either for myself or against this entire throwing eternity away that the bums are doing, and there isn’t anyone anywhere and it would be best if I could find someone I could speak with in real life and that’s only here and there isn’t anyone, so I’m going to try the space center again. “Let me” type up this letter as a start for trying to get a second one to them, all my days wasted away with this feces all over me, it’s driving me out of my mind right now and all the time.
(on letterhead with the blog address) 2 June 2019, Dear Houston Space Center, Mr. Harris, CEO
Try as I might I haven’t been able to get to the Space Center in time to learn enough specific background to be able to write to anyone there before this 50th anniversary coming up to try to interject that the space-venture’s prime-moving had come from the secret underworld and that that comes from insane people who are wilfully taking us to TOTAL PLANET EXTINCTION, total Earth extinction, in reality (of which there is only one.)
It’s all very subtle, sneaky, and they make the fool out of me as I’m forced to try to explain about all the system’s (top-secret) invisible warfare. Some of the insane people’s ancestors had extincted the dinosaurs by egg-smashing and over the millennnia they’ve hooked up this global-system and keep everything covered up about mostly through sadism, especially where they’d been dead wrong about the whole nature of space and that the space-venture had been a massive failure for their secret-underground sleves and they won’t let it go, persist in their patterns. I’ve tried everything I can but the system uses my letters to make themselves more in power. It is dangerous but I have to ask you to try to find me a contact. … Sincerely, Kathy Foshay
And I must have had to include that paper on the cursed envelopes, which I’m still using. In fact I don’t even have any stamps right now, because the system makes anything so difficult for me to do, to go anywhere, they pull against me like the reins do to a horse, when I try to walk to anywhere and then into it. I have to continue this letter now, adding the new businesses, I think I’d counted 4 of them:
the Infinite Jest way to tell people not to pay any attention to what I’m saying, not to mention that “opinion” of the Dr. Carfagni
the Cassandra book group
what’s the other thing that would fit in to their interests ….
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