Luxury apartments, mansions, a new country club, my 1st start-up attempt (a PMC), then project management, my first trip to wintry Chicago (where I experienced -35°F for the first time; wow!), and Medieval Times; 2008 was a jam-packed year that really kept me on my toes as the military instincts finished subsiding. I suffered some malpractice this year, to say the least, and barely lived to tell the tale. I was heartbroken like never before, and stuck right back with a lot of the same tyrants and abusers I’d only temporarily escaped before. What hells I went through to make it beyond this year. I’m glad I did.
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Chris Rock: “out of cash.. do you accept… Pussy?!”
“Y’all should be in a catalog.” –Black lady at Subway about Caleb and I. –w/ my Primavera jacket tied around my neck, dress shirt and khaki slacks with brown Sketchers and Jesus hair
“Jesus H. (Hussein) Christ”
The Media branch (of gov’t; being the 4th, and military as the 5th branch) shows us things so we won’t try them IRL: it trains masters to produce vivid, believable war movies and sci-fi so we’ll be too bored to try it. (But when this becomes over-stimulus, showing us EVERYTHING, we go chaotic, having so many options and no direction, being bored with everything having seen it all already, yet desiring a change and action and adventure still!! This is how you trigger a war: total desensitization and overload.) The news shows us images they DON’T want us to do, like wars in distant lands no one can confirm. (fake firefights, etc.) and b/c of the “naturally rebellious spirits”, anything we show them, they get tired of and do the opposite of (usually). We use sugar and other things we discover (“believe-decide” work; we make them work by believing that they do, from never questioning it when told or sensing it) to make them rise and crash and stay exhausted and die young (similar to effects I noticed sugar/brown soda causes for Me). We go to great lengths to avoid Asteron 2; another world fragmenting to become the next asteroid belt filling up its orbit with uninhabitable pieces. What an evolution!
We guide our own kind and get them to live with suggestion and fake wars and sci-fi movies to laugh at and stay bored with!
Q. ”Why don’t you cut your hair?” My replies: “Why don’t you cut your balls?”/”I’ll cut your balls off and feed em to your mother.”
If our Lord Christ Jesus came before you, would you ask him to cut his hair? Why then do you ask me?
Chris Howeth: I (Austin) walk in with bloody t-shirt full of bullet holes “I brought you a gift.”
Paul Ellefson: “I could probably live forever by myself with a computer.” Paul does a monologue of Himself (H) talking to his Computer (C): (C) “Goodmorning, Master Paul.” (P) “Goodmorning, Laylah. How are you?” (C –in exaggerated monotone robot voice) “I am hor-ny” (P) “What a coincidence.”
Paul to Caleb: “Jesus fuckin Christ. There will come a day when I beat the shit out of your face, and it’s gonna feel good. Follow along to a fuckin conversation. Not ten minutes later… “huh??” “
Paul to table of us: “I only make fun of people that I like… or tell them that so they won’t get offended.”
Sing along: “Star of wonder, star of light, rectal fury, burning bright, ever bleeding, balls receding, take us through, your meh-thane pipe”
Why does sleeping on the hard floor (w/ a sheet and blanket over you) on your back work? B/c you are basically laying in perfect posture for 7 hours straight. That will realign and heal nearly anyone. Front or back, just no side –not on hard surfaces. Back only for girls (tits not smashed; keep em firm for your pride!!)
Sing along if you know the words!: You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, which means I’m pre-tty, fuckin cold. Because you don’t rise, just like the Sun does, so I end up, free-zing a-lone.”
My desires are not brainwashing. I have been brainwashed against them for so long, by people who you can tell in their eyes and souls and motions truly oppose them all! And no matter how hard I try to change them or experiment on them or destroy them and their origins with logic surgeries, they always remain and come back quickly and just as strong. So let’s do this! Owls! The City! My forces! Perfect-ten-and-twenty girls harvested, bred, engineered, and cloned!! This is beyond physics, age, and time. Despite all the logic bombs and shaky stabilizations, I know my family is wrong, I am right, and have found out how to use them ALL as a powerful catalyst and charging station before I explode merrily into artful combat and immortality; skipping death and raising my own city and people!!
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