Saturday, October 18, 2008

im the best i could ever be from this life,,,

Its not a fuckin joke,,  Guess what?  I never used cuss words before all this secret insane torture was recognized, then it came out like a vengeance.  Same thing, before this crap I was a regular and consistant church goer.  Wednesdays and Sundays for family church group for worship and pray.  [dude youre a puss and i hate u] 

But no seriously, i wasn't like i described above for i have that spitual thing and I did cuss, not like a sailor but didn't have to be mad to say 'son of a bitch.'  So whats the problem with weed?  I mean come on.  That's your number one cash crop, isn't it?  I guess you guys don't pay taxes on that shitt either,, sweeet..  no wonder you worked there,, in fact, its a good 2nd job to always have, I bet?   so fuckin corrupt,,,  this is where ur pal nixon would erase those tapes, huh dodo bird?   Is that your character in alice in wonderland?   whos the rabbit?   no not really interested yet, to know,, 

So i read online about an experiment with marijuana being used for medicinal purposes in the psychiatric arena.  It proved to be effective to alter and improve mood during the 'high' but there is an inevitable mood lowering effect, after the high, that they mentioned could be a contributer to depression, but not necessarily a cause.   That's just the coming down part of all mood altering substances, I'd say.  I bet it would be good for treating forced slavery and relentless hate conditions with absolutely no retribution. And my doctors have removed all antidepressants which some bad things are writin about them i think but also, it was concerned that they contributed to my inner rage.  I'm glad doctors are smart.  Weed may have been the best way to treat the condition.  [think outside the box sewage trash]  Almost all Afrian Americans that I know smoke weed.  Plus the medical community has been doing me wrong for awhile now.  Well, what if I don't trust them since there's a secret hate law to be enforced about me?  Not fuzzy, I know.  Not livable, you know?  So anyway, it was Bill W. at aero security that started me smoking weed again before I finished my undergrad and you fuckks knew i need it even with rat poison with my last money.  No one else would do that to me except the fuckers that had me selling your shitt weed at Logan Chiropractic.  What message was I suppose to take from that fag bashing experience?  Anyway, tina, weed is my beswt option for my disorder, which you fuckin scumbags create.  So what did you do at CIA, sabotage crap i'd assume?


Oh now i get one of the bots regular lines.  these are supposed to be clues, and as pitiful as it sounds that was the best way to communicate to me for them to persuade my attention, anyway.  Not only that, they wanted me to spend hours in front of a CRT monitor but not sure why other than the theta waves that are transmitted which induce a hypnotic effect or so i was to believe.  Probably gives cancer or something.  But even some online classes that i was taking from a local campus seemed to be a persuasive factor since the grades on three classes increased one or two letter grades for each class.  The professor said it was a glitch then CIA mindfuckk was dancing around chat in a gitch skirt to let me know they had something to do with improving my grades from online classes and they had the power to cheat.  the trash.  Oh well, that was just to persuade me to like online classes.  Well they mentally beat me so bad that I flunked from four schools.  I know it sounds unbelievable, gosh i wish it wasn't true.  That includes poisoning as well.  FUCKERS MAKE ME SICK.  NEED TO GO LAY DOWN NOW.
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