Herman Melville, 1819-91, NYC

From Wikipedia:Herman Melville.jpgHerman Melville, (1819-1891, NY, buried in the Bronx’s Woodlawn Cemetery near one of his sons,) 1870, oil painting by Joseph Oriel Eaton. Previously written: — I was trying to carry that from Wikipedia to here and “the ghosts” started up and the idea-of-reference to any of this new game is to cause me to have to think that maybe it’s editorial opinion on whatever the topic is that causes the difficulties in getting things to function, so this was the only file/post I could get them to open to what I was trying to drop somewhere. Then maybe they were doing it because “they” want me to use some feature of the blog, and what other guesses someone with nothing to do but sit here like a goon with … I can’t even use the word of description for this “Man In Oriental Costume” -type that has seemed in charge all or most of these year/decades now. My only points were that I’m near where Melville had written that famous “Moby Dick” novel and that that’s alot to do with all these difficulties, what he and his associates were all up to the 150 years ago, and then when I was reminded that he’s buried in the Bronx, not far from where I’d gone to high school I’d wanted to bring the whole piece in that framework, that they’d done their “acting scenes” with whoever’s around me to idea-of-reference that maybe all or some of those “Allen Ginsberg-types” from the Bronx might have been descended from Melville. Offhand I don’t recall where his (alleged) father was buried, I think only his son is also there at Woodlawn Cemetery, buried there. But Melville’s father seems like to have been a big Autist, very active toward getting this all set up for the Autists’ future, this “New Jerusalem” they’re all riding and laying around in. I’ll have to save this because this terminal doesn’t finish these saves, just freeze while doing that and I can’t do anything and I never know what the ulterior motives are, etc., with this Armageddon use-abuse of me.

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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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