This is the big Satanism gimmick “script” to this world-takeover and the personal invisible and unprovable torture-set onto me, that they got it in mind, from the c*** following me from the Bronx for their Armageddon underworld world-takeover, to do this thing — no kidding, the time just ran out now when I’m trying to describe this worst part, the underworld does this “show” of making believe the world’s being saved by this watching me, and it’s all the opposite but the satanists are far-removed and just profiting, all the bums are profiting and so let this continue, all the different groups of the different all-strangers bums that are living off of this are satisfied and it goes on decade after decade, starting with that 1979 SF-Clown story-set to me. Have to sign off.
— Back now. It’s also the ending of that “Limitless” novel I’m trying to explain describes that the brain-eaters are only “smart” while they’re high on other people’s brains or the “MDT” or any of the slang names for getting high off of serotonin. “Chemical dependency” might even be about that for all I really know about all these secret-world subjects, but the bums have been using me as a gimmick-front for their brain-hunting back since 1960-62. When the chemical effects wear off they’re their ordinary selves again and they don’t like that so well, they’re just boring unless they’re high, is the attitude expressed and described in the story is why I keep trying to get across that then the film and the TV show are the same as the novel, they’re a celebration of serotonin-procurement but it’s a recreational high and they’re running the world by being high on other people’s brains. — They “press ‘save'” the same as they “press” my nerves all day long every day with an average of say 200 “tricks” like just now they’d set the time’s up to go off just as I got started and then they played about 8 different tricks during the 10-minute break and now another one and then it’s just the stream of tricks that make my nerves all ragged and after hours of this trick-playing the invisible to myself “show” gets angry, the supposed character that I call the “Jomon” or “jew” director of this “Armageddon Program” directs for their to be an anger-ambush against the “pigeons” they’ve been gathering via this absurd “s*** the world” carnival-like theme. Again one of the invisible tricks at my skull sitting here. They’re practiced after me coming to this library branch for the past year. I never know when I go somewhere new who was already there and who is “with” my new self, what people are characters that are invisibly attached to me and everyone else told to ignore anything I do or say unless it’s when they get my nerves bad like this and I start saying things out loud, as had started yesterday in the parking lot on the way into here when they sprang one of the surprise tricks. I’m sure this is way off the subject. The system has killed millions and millions and millions of people off of this “show” off of me but it’s all totally unprovable, I’m just alone with it and covered by these “acting-people.” Today is one of the bad days that they’re pulling it. Then what they do is try to work it up for the/a weekend-LURE, get it bigger and bigger and circle this new area they’ve had the year to set up underneath me with this “program” for gathering and disappearing people, then replacing those missing but unnoticed, covered-up about, people with their underground-grown and trained people, is what the population’s become. I have to let this subject go for right now, just lucky if I can get this text to stay with that green and black button so I could call it up at times when this “S***” business is put onto me, by this nonstop torture to my brain where nonsense-noise is nearly nonstop into my head, then sometimes they “trend” the nonsense noise to this theme and it’s the worst of them because what they’re really looking to do is to attract pigeon-people and then those attract more people and the crowd of potential deaths gets larger, and that’s what I’m always trying to keep from happening but they’ve been building this up where I am for a year now and it’s real bad, me terrorized with the thought that I can’t get out of the place to anywhere else for over the winter, is what’s mostly on my own mind, looking for any sort of assistance, and that’s the standard way that this whole “program” always is, me looking for assistance and the Armageddon directors looking for pigeon-people off of using me as a trick-front gimmick they hide behind, but it’s big business, thousands of underground-raised bums all suck-living off of this, is indescribable, unfathomable, etc. Is bringing the race and the planet to “evolutional extinction” as they evolve themselves but at base it’s just the “seers,” viziers, they can crystal-ball or whatever “see” things only so long as they’re high on the “extra” serotonin of victims and when they aren’t high they’re just ordinary developmentally disabled psychoto-psychopathic people. (This is Oct. 23, 2019, a Wednesday.)
Oct. 26; They mean to “save” THEMSELVES by feeding them YOURSELVES. You can’t anthropomorphize and look for what normals consider to be logic in any of the “magic” -thinking, they’re just like high on LSD and it’s made them super-conceited to where other people don’t count for anything but being their food and drug supplies, things to get rich off of, etc. I’m fraught with all the subjects and things to do that I can’t get to and this’s being a Saturday which means not much for tomorrow if anything. They’ve been tricking everyone with this “save” scam for centuries most likely and it’s the main mis-use of myself and they’re doing this scam real real bad this weekend and that means they’re looking at it for this whole just-starting winter “hunting” people season of their underworld selves’. They’re doing this “angel-devil arguing” secretly behind my back main crowd-gathering LURE scam. It’s reprehensibility can’t be described, and it’s how they “disappear” the nicest and most normal of the humans which makes it especially upsetting for me, gathering crowds to discuss me behind my back since I’m like about nine years old, around the 4th grade this had been started I figure in retrospect, when I was in that Baychester Projects odd neighborhood in the north Bronx that’s sort of centered around that Francis Cardinal Spellman guy, but all that was before they got their way into space and witnessed that they were all wrong, there isn’t really anything tangible to get rich off of out there and they should have cut back this world-takeover offense back then and they’re just tearing and crawling all through in order to keep using me for this world-takeover by their brain-eating selves.