Possession

like a demon

like a ghost

it is

 psychotronics

begins

at Home

the room i live in most of my waking life
OUR waking life
is smaller than a jail cell

 

it's The way Dome wants it..
it's the way Dome keeps Proxy in their place.
a small life.
they seek
for their
subjects


so small that the Proxy
get addicted to the Mentorship,the sound and vision

and have such little focus and or sanity left by week 68
of The Trials
that
it becomes almost impossible to work or function at a job
but who knows
it's hard to tell these days where I end
and they begin
what troubles are mine
poverty
this room
no work,art
they don't care
about things like money or a proper space.to live in or lifestyles
they should be payment enough
or something
fuck if i know.
i write and write but really no nothing
it's tests.
mainly
for what i can imagine
for who i do not dare.

 although silent ,unseeable, and thus undetectable and thus undetectable
one feels the tingling
i have read there is a  build up of calicum ions
from the interface
the build up can disfigure another.
another wonderful
apllication for psychotronics...
what a marvel of modern design
there's also all sorts of odd psychological problems
one develops ..having to do with infantilism(from being essentially one's electronic ward) and OCD and Tourettes from havin gto both block and explain one's intent..


like many who have been sequestered and in-tra-vened  for Intervention and "reparenting"with nano dots
i live a small life.
a contained life
full of legal complications evictions drainen bank accounts  caused by  problems going near postal in my jauints around LA and Palm Springs and San francisico
the rage at not only being  Domed but  contempt towards one's mentored
during extreme psychological neuro "rundowns"
one feels one reactions to THEM
are being collected.
YOU do not matter
except as a "type"

one cannot hate them that much
because to do so
causes retaliation
writing this I can read how schizoid this appears
anyway
who am I yelling for help to
for ...
are nt thos eone yells help to
probably also
KNOWING
as i doublt very much I am being Mandled
by a ham radio operator in at Parasol Picutres
as I was told
but who knows

parasol pics,
neuronauts....
everyone has had a go ..
one feels the theme of the "plays"

 one  begins to realize that every day one stays alive
one is participating in the development whose sole purpose is not only The Singularity but
 hands off
handling of
OTHERS who are deemed questionable
and christ do they have ways of questioning another
did i tell you about my crimes.
or the time i watched porn
shut the DVD
and an image of a child in sunscreen ad came on

the juxaposition in my mind of gay porn
a child in a sunscreen ad
caused weeks of
interrogation
to get to the bottom of my
thoughts

dude talke about
how hard it is find good help

i wonder sometimes if Dome scrimpted
and deliberately hired mandlers with no college ..or perhaps high school diploma..

wouldnt that after all make for the type of "person" that does this?
a non educated
bigoted
with absolutely no experience in psychology
semantics.
linguistics neurology
mathematics
etc

or causalitiy
for instance that thinking is made up of clips
as is TV
tv and Brain computer interface are a mass nervous breakdown waiting to happen
as read again about mis interpreted juxtoposition

talk about associations
kill me mandlers kill me.


i type this because
it is one of the only ways i can assert
some individual status

to them I am a thing

something of use

a monster
 a monkey

as they have all but assured me  nobody would believe a thing i say

and in the past I have gone measure for measure
convincing myself neural collection is in fact an inevitability in 2013
for the Singularity
lying for them
under the guise
of druggie rummie wacko junkie
as they blast away at me that "Anyone would give their right nut to be an Urban Astronaut...
for there is an inexplicable patty hearst type quality to being driven like a car

i am
either convinced
i have license to now "share" some of my
mitigating circumstances that have made me what I am and am not today

or to be honest
perhaps
seek death by ""dome"for my  trespass
of
patent pending

my mind has been so whittled away by this bullshit
but still
so entranced
for there is TV
AND Tele N"vision
 I am
addicted
to it
to them

it is down time
          there is no action
they got me used to a certain style of burning ,crashing and gnashing thru
when
there
is "nothing on"
i am lost

and wonder  if perhaps
the stimulation of this chip shit" is the only thing keeping me going at all..