m letter

Kathleen J. Foshay
UniverseRescue.Attempt@gmail.com; text or voicemail to (202) 459-8618

22 August 2019, Thursday

Dear M.,

So sorry to hear you haven’t sent those easy photos yet. I was thinking that maybe it has some connection to that Longfellow Avenue nightmare about a SpaghettiMan boogie-man you’d mentioned you used to have, similar to how my life has been plagued by these that I think had started there and followed me out of the Bronx that I’ve sent alot of copies of this portrait-photo of:

Man In Oriental Costume/The Turk, NGA, by either Flinck and-or Rembrandt, bought from the Hermitage by Andrew Mellon and donated to here circa 1934.

But now this has been so long that I’ve thought what the difficulty could be and recall that you’d worked for what Alexander Graham Bell had started and I’m in this planeticidists’ LURE-situation where I’ve found that he and his many self-mass-reproductions had been insane and descended from Michelangelo who’d descended from the general type on the left here. Here’s from Bell’s notebook:

from Bell’s notebook

Then he and his father-in-law had gone on also to found the National Geographic magazine and I’m uncovering that they’d been working for their own world-ownership, all those computers for instance coming from their families’ work projects, and also that his father-in-law and he and his partner Watson were descended from Michelangelo, Raphael and daVinci and that they’d used to get high on

from AG Bell’s notebook on the first successful transmission, him yelling for Watson.

(Alexander) Graham Bell (1847 Edinburgh – 1922 Nova Scotia,) circa 1879, 29 years old.

the off-limits material of other people’s brains, that “Limitless” theme I’m trying to explain that that being high made them feel but that after they’d gotten everybody to work on getting them to space and they see that there isn’t anything to get rich off of they didn’t quit this “Limitless” world-takeover self-importance and unnatural people-reproduction off of themselves, their “book of life” etc., Armageddon business-heads.

About kathyfoshay

I'm all alone with the real end of the world and always looking for assistance and no one's ever contacted me from the hundreds of letters I'd sent while at the big homeless shelter, 2nd and D Streets, NW, as though anyone that tries to contact me gets disappeared, my life used as a LURE-gimmick that goes to how that Armageddon prophecy in that book of Revelation has been being snuck-through, and this is sort of the bottom of the barrel of ideas for trying to find assistance, thinking I could get all my various writings on this in one place that letter-recipients could then look up if they're interested. That means I'd have to see if I can send my emails to here, how to do that. Wordpress said there is a way but it entails that spam would also get the email address. My time for now it up I guess. Working in this sitting position isn't healthy for me but I've always got to be doing something toward trying to get hold of someone to help me. It's like I'm a microcosm of the Earth or the human race and if someone could help me out of this torture then that'd be a start on trying to get the whole Earth out of this. 5/1/17, still all this, etc., same situation. (7/14/18 now....) Now it's 2019.
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