TAI CHI dancing to Lou Reed's song, Perfect Day, "You're gonna reap, just what you sow" VERSUS The Spirit of Cockroaches. The cascading fallout of supranatural cockroaches pouring out of the dark recesses of the hidden crevices of Los Angeles: Oh, the bad mind control drugs have worn off from the morning terrorism that sparks rage and fury and teleportation to my actual real, normal state. So I can write in a much less violently enraged state about--A funny cockroach synchronicity: from the reality of covert cockroach terror operations out of LA to the movie trailer Fallout and huge monolithic cockroaches, comparatively, after a nuclear fallout at the heart of downtown, homelessville criminal cock roasted LA.
"Fallout--Teaser Trailer/Prime Video". Prime Video. December 2, 2023.
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Yes it's many hours since the drugs have worn off from the deep-sleep nighttime terrorism of the cock roach criminals--and I write this because ever since Whorewood began the contract out on me many years ago, and in particular in this cubicle terror "unit" with all the paneled walls where the drugs are passed through the tiles and panels in the walls and injected and inserted into my body in various transmission modalities--
or pre-poisoned also in my food bought 'on sale" as that is all I can begin to afford if I want to eat enough to deal with the excessive results of thickening and hardening poison endlessly injected, inserted and poured into my digestive system, endlessly for years and years every single day.
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But Cockroaches, and this is what Whorewood has brought me since moving to this space. I can say, trying to avert being "paranoid" that perhaps this huge condo, made empty for the purpose of this operation upon me, forced the roaches to go to my room because all their usual hunting grounds have been emptied out.
But I think it is a terror tactic and the use of huge insects put in my room like tarantulas and other spiders and one time a bat and endless cockroaches has been an ubiquitous terror attack upon me since all the Whorewood people began (and it began before I moved here).
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And so, after the excessive hate and drugging is finally over, as always happens every day, it requires hours for me to return to my very normal happy state-of-being. Calm, happy and ready to have fun in life once again, I can only sit in semi-paralysis in an endlessly sickened and drugged up state watching the tube and not able to read or do anything I want to do because my body hurts so much from the exercises I am attempting to break out the internal, hard-as-rock hell embedded along my entire spine, hips, legs, skull, etc (intestines as well).
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FALLOUT was the first trailer I saw for upcoming movies because the existing ones are boring and too many terrorist expletives who have attacked me starring as usual in what are not, to my taste, worthy of watching for one reason or another.
I decided to see the "Best upcoming Trailers for 2024" and I got my interest piqued somehow by the very beginning of this film. Not knowing LA or Southern California very well (like not at all but have been there but would not recognize anything but the LA skyline because it's in so many movies and I have driven PAST IT on my way to San Francisco from Arizona)
but...not knowing where this was supposed to be, the plot or anything except that it was futuristic and creepy but sort of wild and fun and could be a really nice movie to watch if you want some fun creeped out sci-fi which is not too dissimilar to the present threat of annihilation.
and there was a huge 3-foot cockroach crawling through a window so I knew instantly that this was a movie about a nuclear holocaust. The intro did not show this in detail I only looked at the IMDB page and then read the tiny description and saw that this is a movie about Los Angeles.
Then the connection between cockroaches and LA and the energy coming from there to me is not too dissimilar to the death energy I receive every day from the icons of that city of Angels, fallen or not.
The cockroaches in the movie just reminded me of what they pour into my life. They order huge roaches to be put into my room. I used to return from shopping and confused cockroaches would rush across the floor in fear and panic because they were put in my room while I was out, and probably they were put in the room just a few minutes before I got off the elevator to get to my room so the roaches were stuck terrified in the middle of the floor zig-zagging in terror to find where to go to hide. I was upset not because the roaches are "ugly" but because this is unfair to animals, even if they appear ugly, and this is a torture of insects and even if you hate cockroaches they don't "deserve" to be crushed and used as terror objects just to play a "fun" game. In respecting life I just felt upset that I had such terrified creatures used as these objects by the life-fuck creeps out of LA and in this vicinity where I live. They also kill cute and fuzzy little kitties, gouge out kitty's eyes and kill the mothers of kittens and break the spines of kitties if I take care of them, feed them if they are living rough outside, emaciated without enough food because so much of the land is being "developed" and as usual the animals are dying.
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The connection between death energy and cockroaches and creepy LA and this movie is both a symbolic dark comedy to me as well as a sort of revelatory symbiotic connection of nasty insects and cockroaches and deformed mutated crazed personalities in a desolate landscape out of LA and the interior mind programming insanity that I experience EVERY SINGLE DAY but undoubtedly I am DRUGGED TO THE EXTREME every single night or just before waking as the celebrities sit as usual in chairs torturing me so I scream my analysis as they ask me for ideas and torture me endlessly for hours just to get a screaming hate reaction about how bad they are. THey urge me to explain what is wrong so they can steal the ideas, pitting themselves as "victims" in the movies that they use to steal my concepts of but always they are funding to the extreme max to make these movies by the 4th Reich. It's an entire cockroach operation but mutated like the huge 3-foot cockroaches.
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But yeah, oh no, the cockroach attack began on a daily basis when the H-wood celebrities began their poisoning and torture and rape and beatings and abuse so many years ago, now over a decade of it going on non-stop. Other scumbags and their groups of latching parasitic companions put a few insects in my rooms once in a while. But the violence against my body and the stinking nastiness has been something like retching on a daily basis of foul and putrid objects, insects, stinking odors and under the orders of the LA celebrity group all blonde and appearing so clean and white and pristine but dark and foul underneath with reeking death underneath their every plastic surgery grinning appearance. When I saw this trailer clip and the huge cockroaches I thought to my self, reminds me of the LA group and then I read the description for the movie and saw that this IS about Los Angeles. It is such a symbolism and somehow this director or the writer or whomever put all these creepy characters and these foul and disturbing creatures of the dark crevices of malignant atmospheres may have a similar view of LA that I have seen in teleportation, underneath the faces that appear bright and shiny for the cameras and the aftermath of the residue of their dank death interiors that are rotting and stinking catacombs of buried rot and putrid stagnation of life force energy (just thinking of the principle of Chi in Chinese medicine where stagnation means a cesspool of substances blocking positive energy flow).
So I have to go through my kidneys and body fighting the poisons and the hate until the expletives return to their mansions and yachts and habitats of exhibitionist gratuitous wealth display and I return to the stinking foul room they have dumped much of their dark and rant stink psyches upon, transferring that materially into actual filth that they order the minions to spray and pour into my body and food and all I have as material goods every day, non-stop using this tech.
Maybe the director or writing of Fallout feels that LA is a highly toxic and deadly sinister but comically so environment with freaks and nasty convulsions of human exteriors disguising rampant twisted contortions of humanity but plastic surgery-coated for the red carpet display.
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And it takes my body hours to feel "normal" again and to get rid of the hate which I cannot block out they are drugging me into excess every day. Of course they don't care that it's killing me.
So at 4 pm I feel light and my "normal" self, ready to enjoy life once more although I am stuck in pain after fighting to break out more of the internal poisoning today. It takes hours to shed the death energy of the LA terrorist celebrity group which SUCKS LIFE OUT OF ME AND PUMPS IN HATE, MURDER, DEATH, OLD AGE, MISERY AND ABUSE and hate racist stereotypes are constant because they want me broken in spirit automatically associating myself with being a victim of another holocaust that they are in the process of helping to restore out of the 3rd Reich into the 4th.
I have shed their death and hate and sickness but I wrote in rage about it on Facebook. They will destroy more items because I could not control the reaction from hours of abuse and hate they poured on me so they could demonstrate to the pig ape cartel of the 4th Reich that they are suitably stupid, ugly and violent and absolutely in favor of a holcaust and they put every most despicable cliche and stereotype that the Europigapes and Germans used to really dehumanize jews, and they put this on me every single day as I scream that they are the low substandard and not me. They continue to extract ideas every day as i fight just to restore balance. They go off with huge smiles being awarded after dumping their filth and hate upon me for HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY AFTER YEAR AFTER YEAR AFTER YEAR WITH ME WRITING POSTS DAY AFTER DAY UNABLE TO HANDLE THE STRESS, being paralyzed and stuck in a sitting situation not able to read, go anywhere out of pain from the poisoning they never stop.
I then get finally into a state of peace and calm, only to have to go to sleep early because every day is a fight for my life to get this poison out and it is literally buried into my flesh and bone--
only to fall asleep for it to begin with murder, rape, death, abuse cockroaches cockroaches abuse hate death rape ugliness black stinking filth everywhere I live then waking up in early morning to hours of abuse abuse abuse with the voice-to-skull.
So this movie which is supposed to be a sci-fi really represents symbolically what LA appears to really be. I consider this an allegory and not a sci-fi movie.
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Back to a beautiful day, for at least a few hours until the demons return with their stinking cockroach spirits and personalities with hate and black stinking filth death hate rape torture
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