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redminibike1 · 1 year
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okay hng ... i DID already do one of these so don't prioritise this but... j's lullaby by delaney bailey, for cdywan of course... the sun vs moon imagery makes me weak at the knees
!!! oh my god i legit spent the past two days listening to this on repeat.....sooooo unwell about SO MUCH OF IT WOUGHHHH
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Okay, this one is a little post-battle campfire thing, because I love those LMAO! Featuring sleepy Cody, a small discussion of peace, and Obi-Wan being a sap <3
WC: ~385
Cody placed his bottle gently down in the grass, eyes clenching shut tight as he yawned.
“It’s about time for bed, I guess,” Obi-Wan said fondly.
“Think so,” Cody agreed, but made no move to rise. “The moon is so bright.”
Obi-Wan craned his neck back to look at it, and nodded. “It is, isn’t it? Big tonight, too.”
“Like a sun,” Cody said.
He watched Cody rest his cheek against his palm, gazing up at the bright, watchful moon. Eyelids half-shut.
“What do you want to do?” Obi-Wan found himself asking, his voice startling in the quiet. But Cody didn’t even flinch. “When this is all over, I mean.”
“You shouldn’t ask that, you know.” Cody looked undisturbed nonetheless, smiling as his eyes moved to meet Obi-Wan’s.
“I know.”
Cody laughed. “I want to go for a walk someplace beautiful, and rest when I am tired, and listen to the birds call and watch them dart through the canopies above my head. That’s all.”
“We never see birds, do we.”
“Never. Except for nights like this.”
And truly, there was the soft call of birds in the trees, the slight rustle as they hopped between branches. The insects were singing too, from the tall grasses surrounding the clearing.
“This is all I want,” Cody said. “I have it right now, here. I’ve seen peace, and it looks like this.”
Obi-Wan stared, swallowing back the lump in his throat. Cody’s eyes sparkled, lips twisting sleepily upwards into a smile. “You should have it forever,” he said, rasping.
“I’ll remember it.”
When Cody fell asleep eventually, body curled inwards, Obi-Wan stayed where he was, inspecting the soft moonlight brushing across his hair, the curve of his shoulders.
Moved to his side after a while, shrugging off his robe and placing it over him, tucking it behind his back. Brushed a knuckle across his cheek, fleeting.
“I want everything for you,” he said softly. “Anything I have to give, darling, if you want it.”
He settled down next to him, folding his arms in front of him and leaning back against the old log. Added enough wood to keep the fire warm, and watched the sparks scatter up to the expanse of stars to join them. The moon shone gently down on them, solemn and yellow in the dark sky.
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celestial-skylines · 6 years
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Everything's Fine. Kevin G. x reader
There is not nearly enough Kevin G. content on this site, so I'm contributing. I hope yall like it.
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Your heels clacked against the floor behind 3 other pairs.
“y/n!” You heard the clacking stop and you looked up, blown out blonde hair focusing into your vision.
“Yes, Regina? You asked wearily.
“Keep up will you? You look like a lost puppy.” She snapped her fingers a few times for emphasis.
“Right sorry.” you said, rushing up to walk next to Karen. Now the four of you taking up almost the entire hallway like you usually do when Cady was with you.
You approached Ms.Norbury’s classroom and Regina’s halt in steps cued the rest to stop too.
“Okay y/n, this is you. We'll see you at lunch okay?” She gave you a fake smile but then it faded as she looked you up and down. “Oh and don't wear that dress again. It doesn't look good on you.” With a flip of her hair, she turned and walked towards her next class, Gretchen and Karen following behind her.
You looked down at your dress and ran your hands down the front.
“This is my favorite dress though…” you mumbled quietly to yourself, suddenly feeling a hand on your lower back. You straighten up and flinch out of surprise and you hear a voice behind you.
“Don't worry babe, you look pretty smokin in that dress. Might be my favorite one you own.”
Kevin Gnapoor.
You smile at him-a small smile- because you're unsure of what to say.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime. Although, gotta say I'd rather see you withou-”
“Kevin!” Ms. Norbury spoke from behind the two of you.
He just winked at you as he walked past you, into the classroom.
You clutched the sides of your dress and walked in behind him.
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A lunch tray hit the table with a slam as Regina sat in front of you.
“I heard you were talking to that gross mathlete earlier.” She stared at you and you felt as if she was burning a hole right through your head.
“No, we've got the same class, he was just trying to flirt with me.” you dismissed, going back to the lunch in front of you, hoping she would drop it.
“Right well, if he bothers you again let me know. I'm sure Gretchen can get some interesting dirt on him.” She turned to Gretchen. “ Can't you Gretchen?”
“Of course Regina.” She nodded her head enthusically.
You wanted to tell her that it was fine. That you didn't need someone hovering you. That maybe you didn't mind Kevin flirting with you so much. But you didn't. Because it was Regina George and god you were your own person but hell were you scared of stepping on her toes.
So you just nodded.
Like always.
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And so life went on and Kevin started hitting on you more and more after that day. Sometimes it would be things like “Damn girl, you should wear that more often” and you'd just respond with some snarky remark. But sometimes he would just tell you that you looked nice that day. You wondered if maybe it was because he could tell when you weren't feeling it. Because maybe you were upset about something Regina said or something Regina did.
Regina practically ruled your life. And you hated it but you were much too scared of what would happen if you decided to abandon that.
So you continued to go along with it. And as long as you were doing so, that meant any interaction with Kevin had to be limited.
It's not like he made it easy though.
“y/n, babe, lookin pretty fine today,” you stopped in front of Kevin who was walking out of the computer lab as you were passing by, but quickly started to panic when you heard Regina’s voice echo from around the corner of the empty hall “you sure you don't wanna-” you cut him off, pressing a hand to cover his mouth and one on  hand on his chest, pushing him back into the lab, shutting the door behind you before Regina saw you two.
“Woah woah woah, y/n, if you wanted to get it on, you could have just told me. I'm always available for you.” Kevin said putting a hand on your waist and looking down at your hand that was still on his chest.
You realized this and quickly stepped back, straightening out your skirt, your face red.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to, I just heard Regina coming and I didn't want to get harassed.”
You looked behind you, towards the door making sure no one was coming.
You didn't see the saddened look Kevin was giving you.
“You're really that scared of her?” he asked. His voice sounding different than when he spoke previously.
You turned to look at him. “Well yeah, isn't everyone?”
He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Yeah but... aren't you friends? Isn't that like a no harassment zone?”
You let out an amused breath through your nose. “No. I mean sure I've probably got it way better than the rest of the school, but it doesn't mean I'm not affected either. All of the plastics are. We just aren't in her direct line of fire.”
Kevin nodded and raised his eyebrow a little to signal you to keep going.
“For the most part it's safe, I guess. I just can't wear what she tells me not to wear, I can't do what she tells me not to, I can't be friends with anyone she says not to-”
Kevin's started talking before you could finish, his eyebrows furrowed. “Is that why you never wear that one dress you like? And why you ignore me sometimes?”
You fiddled with your hands. “Yeah…”
“‘yeah’ to which one?” he asked.
“Uh, both I guess.I’m sorry about that though, Kev. I just-” you sighed. “If we become friends Regina will make both of our lives hell and I just- I'd rather not have to deal with that, or put you through that.”
Kevin slung an arm over your shoulder. “y/n. You know I am more than willing to mess around with you in secret.” he said, as he motioned his arm out in front of you, as if trying to get you to envision it. “Of course all of those woke hunnies waiting in line to get with yours truly are gonna be so hurt. And you know, I can't hold back my full potential.” he stopped for a second and put his hand on his hip. “But I can make an exception for you.”
You squirmed out of his grasp. “Yeah. Right.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “No no I'm serious though. Like we should totally hang out sometime, not here obviously so you don't get in trouble but like, I dunno, your house my house. What do you say, hmm? Care to learn a little more about Kevin G.? Possibly discover new things?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes at him, even though you knew he was kidding(mostly).
He nudged your arm after you didn't respond for a second. “I dunno Kev. We'll see.” you checked your phone for the time and sighed. “I should go, before I start getting “where are you?” texts”
Kevin nodded and as you were about to leave he spoke up again “I'll be seeing you in calc right?” you nodded with a teeny, small smile and made your way out.
It wasn't until that day that you really realized how much you wanted to be out of Regina’s grasp.
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The gods looked down upon you with favor. Regina George came walking into the cafeteria in sweatpants on a Thursday. And you stood up to her. And now you felt so…free. You spent all this time listening to every little order and doing things the way Regina told you to, but you were over it. Never again.
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It was Friday now, and you walked into school in that dress that you missed so much, that you decided you wanted to wear again. You showed up in your dress and marched into Ms.Norbury’s classroom before class started.
“Do you have an open space? I wanna join the mathletes.” You spoke with confidence as you pushed the door open.
Kevin's head shot in your direction and his eyes widened as he broke out a smile.
“Hey my favorite dress!! Regina changed her mind?” He totally discarded your statement and was focused on how pretty you looked. All happy and glowy.
You shook your head.“Regina doesn't tell me what to do anymore.”
He smiled at you and was about to open his mouth to say something before Tyler cut him off and started talking instead. “So, back to the  topic at hand here. You wanna join the Mathletes???”
You looked towards him and smiled. “Yeah! I mean, I'm pretty good at math if I do say so myself and I feel like this might be a better way to occupy my time, than what I was doing before (basically being on call for regina and hanging out with her all the time).”
“Isn't it like…”social suicide” or whatever?” Now it was Marwan who spoke.
“Honestly, I don't really care anymore. Not about dumb stuff like that.” you scratched your arm out of nervousness (me? Self projecting again????? never.)
“Well I dunno.” Kevin said from his spot on his desk. “Us mathletes have some pretty high standards boo. Especially me tho.” He looked at you with a straight serious face despite having just called you boo a second ago.
You stared back at him, feeling somewhat intimidated by the way he was looking at you. That is, until he started laughing.
“Nah, I'm just kidding, comere.” he patted the spot next to him on top of his desk.
You walked over, and sat next to him on his desk.
“GPA?” he asked.
“4.0”
“Calc grade?”
“A+”
“Hmmmmmm” he put his finger to his chin dramatically pretending to think. “What do you think boys? All in favor of having this lovely lady on our team?” he asked them, gesturing to you.
They both nodded and so you were then appointed the newest member of the mathletes. Kevin wrapped an arm around your shoulders as Ms.Norbury started talking about how you being on the team would be refreshing, and you didn't shove him off this time. You kinda just sat there, leaning into him a little. Comfortable.
“Kev,” you spoke up and he looked down at you next to him. “What up sweetheart?”
“I think I'd like to take you up on your offer to hang out.” his eyes brightened at your words
“You finally wanna bang Kevin G.!!!???”
You laughed at him and smacked his arm lightly.
“No, but judging by the overwhelming excitement in your voice, it sounds like you're, the one who wants to bang me.”
He shrugged off your comment, and tightened his arm around your shoulders.
“It's okay, I know you're just embarrassed to admit that you're scared you can't handle all this.” he gestured to…well, all of him.
“Right.That's it.” you shook your head.
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“Y/nnnnnnnnn” Kevin stretched out your name as he snapped his fingers in front of your face, shaking you out of your daze.
You blinked “Sorry Kev, what?”
“Are you okay?” he asked raising a suspicious eyebrow at you.
Are you okay? Are you okay???
Of course you're not okay!
Too many things were happening.
You were accused of writing the burn book with the rest of the plastics (beside Regina obvi) even though you NEVER wrote in that mean book.
The great fall of Regina George occured. And she got...hit by a bus.
Cady joined the Mathletes after fessing up about the burn book.
The Mathletes state champion finals were in 2 weeks.
AND you cannot for the life of you, get Kevin Gnapoor out of your head.
See, since you've joined the mathletes, you and Kevin started hanging out a lot more. Not just bc of mathlete meetings and practices but also outside of that when you guys would actually go out and do things or have your own practices. And due to this, you may or may not have developed a huge crush on him? And have a hard time not getting distracted.
Like right now for example.
The two of you were practicing for the finals but you started spacing out and totally got caught.
“Yeah!” You shook your head, running a hand through your hair. “I'm okay, sorry Kev. Just a bit distracted is all, it's fine.”
“Distracted by the wonder that is Kevin G.? Can't blame you, beautiful, but seriously, finals are in 2 weeks. I know it's really hard, but if you could try to keep your mind off of me and more on these equations, that would be great.” Kevin said as he tapped the text book with his pencil.
“tch, easier said than done…” you mumbled under your breath and prayed he didn't hear you.
“what was that?” he asked, looking amused.
“Nothing! I didn't say anything!” you lied but your face turned super red, kind of giving it away.
“Yeah okay, very convincing.” he moved closer to where you were sitting on your bed, moving some books out of the way.
You shifted in your spot and started anxiously fiddling with your fingers. “Kev.”
He was scanning over equations but looked up at you with curious brown eyes when he heard you call him. “hmm?”
“I uh-” should you be doing this? You haven't really thought about this enough. Oh well, I guess we're doing this. “I really like you.” you whispered out, halfheartedly hoping he wouldn't hear you and you could move on to more equations.
But he did. And he let go of the textbook in his lap and moved it aside, taking your hands in his.
“I really like you too y/n.” Your eyes widened a little and you were trying hard to find any type of reassurance in his eyes that he was serious.
“I'm not kidding Kevin.” you said, scared this was a big joke even though your gut was screaming at you that he'd never actually do that to you.
“Neither am I.” he squeezed your hands, and when your eyes flickered to his face, he gave you an honest smile.
You smiled back at him tested the waters by leaning in. He did the same and in half a second his lips were pressed against yours.
It was a soft sweet kiss but as seconds passed it was becoming deeper. You let go of his hands and were about to snake an arm over his shoulder before he pulled away.
“I uh- sorry. I just-” he took in a deep breath. “Is this okay?” you smiled.
“Yes Kev. This is fine. You're fine.” you reassured him.
“Are you sure? Because I don't want to overstep any boundaries and if you're uncomfortable then-”
“I'm fine Kev. Promise.” you interrupted, taking his face in your hands. “It doesn't sound like you are though.” you gave him a worried, lopsided smile.
“No it's fine. I'm fine. I just- I know I talk a big game, but I've never done this before.” his eyes flicked around the room, trying to look anywhere but you.
“Neither have I though.” you didn't even have to ask him to look at you, because after you said that, his eyes darted to your face so fast.
“Huh?? Yes you have.” he gaped. “You were a plastic, what do you mean you've never done this before??”
You shrugged your shoulders with a small laugh.
“Yeah but I don't like messing around with people's feelings. I take this stuff seriously.”
“That's good to know.” Kevin said, visibly more relaxed than before, your words putting his worries to ease. “Anyways, where were we?” he pulled you closer and his hand rested on your waist.
“Somewhere around here I think.” you leaned in again and pinned your lips back onto his where they were before.
He went from having a hand on your waist to an arm wrapped around your waist and you shifted your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer.
The kiss was deep and nice, not perfect but still nice. And you could tell that he was putting as much passion and happiness into it as you were.
The two of you pulled back for air briefly and Kevin pecked your lips a few more times. You giggled  as he did so and after about 5 more kisses, he pulled you into a hug. It was warm and comforting and safe. And you felt like you could stay in his arms like that forever.
Bonus: You scored the winning point at the mathletes final and Kevin was so proud of you and he spun you around and kissed your face over and over and was like !!!I have the best girlfriend!!!???
The mathletes pretended you were gross and annoying but they all think you guys are actually really cute and Marwan and Tyler are really happy to see Kevin so happy.
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stone-man-warrior · 3 years
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December 10, 2020: 3:15 pm:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strawman_theory
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If you are learning about modern day terror pirates, Russian Mother of all Hoaxes and how to zoom around to see in with Cracker Jack Secret Decoder Ring w/Way-Back Machine Attachment, Global Domination Under the Cross, and Crewed Oil, then, you need to know the legend of the Strawman.
You need to go into the Russian Mother Hoax and fly around for this.
There is a Scarecrow from Wizard of Oz, hates fire, won‘t go near a Bar-b-Que, bonfire, or ride a motorcycle without a spark arrrrrestor on it. He says he has no brains. Seems pretty smart to me, knows about fire science.
There is other kinds of Strawman inside the Russian Fractal of Lies.
One is the guy that is said to have access to some guns, if you need a gun, are not willing to go near the gun store, like a bar-b-que and a Scarecrow, then, you go see the Strawman, who is like a Martinizer at a Chinese Laundry, before the Chinaman was killed there, or, like a Amp Guru, can wave a magic wand, put a blessing, there could be some smoke, some guitar players could disappear when that happens. So, Gun Strawman is an important guy in the Russian Fractal Hoax Mother. Multi-Purpose, full service special cleaners, just go get a Big-Gulp, and a straw, at the craps table. “new shooter, comin‘ out!”
Then, there is that other, mysterious Strawman that I linked there.
That, is the Wikipedia Page is the Gnosis Version. It’s all sprinkled with bullshit, lies, deception, is like a treasure map for pirates, has secret messages for guidance in dense fog. There is way too much bullshit at the Wiki, so, we go this other way, towards the secret truth:
I don’t have all of the answers. I have some.
So, you get hauled into a courtroom somewhere, for some reason, could be a parking ticket you have to pay, or, could be car insurance you have to show, or some other small thing where you need to talk to the Courthouse Martinizer Dry Cleaner Amp Guru Power Circuit Mother of all Knowledge friendly Canadian Representative there at the front counter of the County Court House & Shipyard.
There, they show you some paper with your name on it. The reason you went there is explained in a receipt of some paper. The Court Magistrate Martian shows that your name is written in all CAPITAL LETTERS.
HEYSUES Q. CITIZEN
For instance.
“Jesus... is that my name? All Caps?” you say.
“Yes. That is your name. All Caps.” says the Magistrate Docking Clerk.
They explain:
“When you come to the courthouse, and then, after that, forever, you are hereby under Maritime Law, “Three Miles Out to See” they say. Your name is forever to be etched in all capital letters, even when you see it in other ways, it’s still always going to be all capital letters, because you came to the courthouse today, that’s why. So, that means that your name, as a Maritime Courthouse Subject, is henceforth a Strawman, your real ID is always Capitalized, for evermore, and you are under Maritime Law. So, pay your parking ticket at the cash register on the Starboard Side, and show your Auto Insurance Card to the people at the Port Side Shipping Lane as you exit the building”
Basically, that is “The Strawman”. All of that Wikipedia, is bullshit Gnosis they used to keep the truth under the plimsoll, out of view.
3:53 pm.
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4:07 pm:
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https://robertkeeley.com/
Bob Keeley. Comes from the email promotions at Hollywood Terror Choir Command HQ.
He is laying down some tracks here, there is some talk about the Strawman right there in that SYNTH-1, second from left.
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Let’s have a look.
Let’s see... three areas, grey, blue, red... some knobs, different size ones... two kinds of switches... a BFK in the middle. (”Big Fucking Knife”, is also a Burger King Menu Item, subliminally... “Let’s go get a BFK, I’m hungry!)
The stuff is all arranged there nice and neat, looks cool, I want one.
There is something about those buttons there at the bottom in red... Idunno what it is, but looks kinda weird somehow, ... hmmmmmm... we can figure that out later.
Stuff like that, is often arranged with pleasing to the eye proven means developed by advertising experts long ago, helps to sell products when they look good, and the idea is mostly for the ad that is in the newspaper or catalogue for the products, is called CRAP.
If it looks like CRAP, it’s good, sell it.
C ontrast
R epetition
A lignment
P roximity
CRAP, those are the rules of advertising. Works with warfare too.
So, those other three items are much easier to see the CRAP than the SYNTH-1 is from Bob Keeley, but, the CRAP is there. There is one place where the CRAP is not there, and that is with those two buttons on the bottom in red with the BFK between.
Let’s look at the other parts of the thing first.
Three triangle arranged knobs in a field of grey, with a bigger knob to the upper right in a blue box. Some houses in a neighborhood with a 7-11 on the corner. The houses are tract houses, all the same. The people go to the corner store, get too much good stuff, and a Big Gulp, then go back home.
Those guys on the bottom in red though... they are right there, looks kinda weird, like they are baby sitting the neighborhood.
Maybe that big knob on the corner is the courthouse, and those knobs in the grey are the whole county, all arranged in a triangle of three-ness.
If so, who are the guys in the red zone? They are at the Burger King, have sharp stuff, lots of electronics there, “Wave Generator”, it says. (have you been to the 7th Street BK?. Kiersten Nielson of DHS was killed in defense there. Don’t go there without first understanding all about Bob Keeley.)
Those two buttons in the red area, one is round, port holes are round. That round one is the kind you have to stomp on hard to make it switch, is indestructible, made special for stomping on, has two positions.
That other one, has three positions, is kinda whimpy, easy to roll over, it’s called a Rocker Switch, is rectangle shape, looks like a smart phone video on the vertical setting, sort of, or Picture Window w/three different ways to let the air in, shows waves, air waves, sound waves, electronic current waves, ocean waves, people in the stands at a football game doing “The Wave”... (sorry, fractal decoder glytch happened, too many waves)
The red is below the Plimsoll.
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Ok, now we have some sheets to the wind in the Fractal Viewer.
Bob Fuller, Fulltone. He makes stuff that is absolutely indestructible. There is no junk at the Fultone shop, it’s all built like a battleship. Robert Fuller is that round button in red.
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Even looks like a battleship at the Fulltone shop, Venice/Santa Monica area of the Pacific Coast.
https://www.fulltone.com/
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You need to go there, take a ride in a stealth dingy around there, quietly, Bob’s have the best electronics, swords, RADAR, SONAR, and the took over Raytheon in Colorado a long time ago, so, they have more and better equipment than does the US Military there, I am not exaggerating. The people from that part of the Russian Hoax Fractal Mother invented Raytheon, way back in the early 1970′s when Raytheon was just a maker of SONAR fish finders for fishermen, and somehow that invention was souled to the US Defense Department, probobly when Ronnie Reagan (Raygun) became US President, he was SAG President at the time he was “Elected”.
Conclusion:
The SYNTH-1 is a Aircraft Carrier, the three knobs in grey are Flying V’s on the flight deck. That other bigger knob in blue is the Flight Control Tower. Those buttons on the bottom in red, are distributing Chum into the water. The Chum is the US Navy after those two Bob’s w/BFK got to them.
Those other three items in the Keeley ad are supporting members for the shipping and warfare concert, are like USO shows featuring Bob Hope aboard ship for entertaining the US Crew during war-time.
The brought with them:
Pretty Girls
Coffee Maker
Ammonium nitrite
Lots of electronic equipment, cameras, recording gear, boxes to carry all of that, helicopters were provided for transportation to and from the boats.
The Bob Hope Traveling US Takeover Show was given special protective crew assigned to them for USO shows.
This part of the Fractal Hoax of Russian Lies is deep.
It goes to HWY 111 in Palm Springs to a house with a pool that is also a fish aquarium for big fish in the California desert. More available w/personal interview please from nsa or other Global Security persons.
NOT FOR HIRE. FOR FREE.
5:17 pm.
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5:35 pm:
I have some glue for sticking together puzzle parts from Burger King to Dairy Queen, it’s Royal Glue, very expensive HMS Glue.
You go inside either of those two places, and the same condition can be seen.
Walk through the door, look to the left. There are some booths there by the big window. One of the most central of those booths, at either place, is going to have some stuff on the table, but there is no one there, just some personal items on a table.
no matter who you are, that is going to be your stuff after they kill you there. Part of the set-up is some personal items on a table at the Royal Take-Away.
I have seen many ways that stuff is arranged and used. There are too many ways, and can always change to suit the HMS Hamburger.
At Burger King, the items are almost always electronic items, a computer lap-top opened up and running is there on the table, maybe some reading glasses, and a smart phone on a small stand like a little tiny tripod for smart phone video conference is there on that table. You go in, make your order, there is always confusion, they don’t hear what you said, explain you can have super size, or something for free, or some problem is happening with the Burger King Order Taker’s Electronic Headset, one that has three blinking lights on the wrap-around microphone part, red, green, more red color lights on it, all blinking near that representatives mouth. That is when two thugs come into the store there, as you are mesmerized by the blinking lights, and are confused about why is the order taker talking to the people in the Drive Through when you are inside the store at the front counter.
The people who came in behind are releasing a lot of nitrous gas, you see them, hear that that are talking about you as if they know who you are, and they call you by name like a old friend just happened to come in there as you are ordering. That’s when the front counter person w/blinking mouthpiece shoots the .25 custom made gun. The people behind who say they know you, are there to offer some “help” first aid in the parking where there is a Pontiac Catalina 1968 V-8 400 Big Block 4 door waiting.
That is when all of that stuff on the table is going to be your stuff. no one knows what the heck is on that hard drive or in that phone, as you disappear into the parking with your new friends.
Same thing at Dairy Queen. The difference is that the items are not electronics on the table, it’s a motorcycle helmet, and there is a Green Harley Davidson out front, has a Tractor Seat Saddle, is for a “Loaner”, no room for female on the Bitch Seat at the Dairy Queen.
I don‘t go to the Dairy Queen very often, just enough to pick up some Royal HMS Glue to put hear in noble size globs.
I do know more about the Burger King though, sometimes, I just go there knowing that someone has to do some national security, so, I go there, to do that... all I need to do, is light a Bic Lighter, then go home and have a Whopper.
Please send help.
Please send US Military.
Bring your own Hospital
Please send some medical services to Oregon.
no help has come. There are no signs of helpful people to be found anywhere.
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6:31 pm:
By the way, the Department of Motor Vehicle Attack Scenario is still open ended, has not matured or come to fruition as of today, but there is still much time for that, and, I’m reminded of the DMV and it’s Big Sister, DOT, every time I need to go somewhere.
Reminder: I renewed my vehicle registration tags online at the DMV renewal web page about two months ago, they sent a piece of 8.5 x 11 inch paper with some vehicle information on it, and instructions about where to stick it, on the car, with some tape.
There are no provisions for tinted windows, so, that is part of the “Custom Tailoring Penguin Tuxedo” terror. I have a no provisions car, came that way from the Russian Hoax Fractal Factory when they killed my mom in 2010.
The information, as you may recall, is that the DMV ran out of proper, license plate tags, and, they explain, the paper is to be applied to the car per instructions, there is a expiration date for the replacement temporary paper that is different from the exportation date of the tags that I paid more than $100 for, but did not get yet. The expiration date difference can be Fractal RUsian Hoax Mother Zoomed over to the Covfefe Trump terror, when “Fe - Fe = 0 Fe”, and the 0 is silent. Bad news to see that on there like that. It’s presidential Terror Comm, where the “math makes a difference”, and is “silent but deadly” because that is the goal of DOT, “dead motorists can‘t make exhaust noise”.
The set-up includes Fractal Russian Hoax for making bait to lure and capture some real police, who were told that I drive a pick-up truck with no tags on it. The thing about that, is that I do have a truck but am not using that as of this writing, and for quite some time, but can only afford to insure one vehicle at a time. Sometimes, I insure and drive the truck, sometimes a car. The registration for both, I always keep fresh with online registration because there is no way to survive a physical visit to the DMV anymore, and there are special dead-lines for using online registration, so, I just pay registration for both online all of the time so that I won‘t have to become V-8 at the DMV because of the dead-line for waiting too long made me have to go in person there to the DMV.
The tags come in the mail, if they don‘t run out of them, but, I don’t put the tags on the vehicle that I am not insuring to help keep the Three Boys Towing terror away, they steal registered licensed cars & trucks first, then the expired tags ones later on after the all of the registered ones all are stolen first. It’s like they do with the killing the disabled and elderly people first, because those people have some things like Social Security income and Medicare insurance that is useful to the terror army right away. The income and Medicare is like a fresh set of tags on a good car like that, just get in and drive it like you stole it.
But, the tags are tucked safely away, in a complicated filing system I use for terror information, very complex and sophisticated system.
So, real police are told that I sold the truck tags to someone else, just because they are paid for, but are not on the truck. It’s not insured, can‘t afford to insure both, so, that’s why, foools.
now, they are waiting to see if I am going to put the truck tags, that some think I sold and don‘t have, onto the car, because that paper replacement “Stick it where?” thing came for the car, and looks fake.
If I call DMV, the message recording always says the wait time is about 45 minutes for someone to answer, they are experiencing heavy call volumes, they say. That wait time is more time than a phone battery will last, so, you have to stay tethered to a battery charger for that call, if you want to ask about when the real tags might be sent to the house, so that I could  be ready to get them from the mailbox before Clyde Baum does. He is famous for stealing my mail, and has a lot of expensive stolen cars & trucks that all need fresh registration tags so he can drive them.
I don‘t have my tags yet. They ran out of tags at the DMV.
Meanwhile, the DOT with help from a armada of HMS Eleanor Rigby Pirates from l O Downing Street are murdering many hundreds of thousands of US Citizens while the real police are chasing around some tags and worried about if I drive a pick-up truck or a passenger car.
7:02 pm.
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Reminder:
Google is a major part of the Global terror take-over. They have all of the very best computer engineers. Many of the engineers are kidnapped people who have the kinds of skills that the Vatican needs, so, they are chained up to a server in Hillary Clinton‘s basement, or equivalent, and, they have taken this account, all 750 or something like that, entries here, and made a searchable database of the information, all is cross-referenced to pertinent other information contained within here, and, also, is cross referenced to a Russian Mother Hoax Version of lies that were already told about the existence of this account, to help them keep the lies all in a line that is workable for making more lies and capturing federal officers at the same time.
As I said before, those officers also need to make a similar searchable database from the raw information that this account contains. But first, you are going to need some computer engineers, those guys are like what happened at nasa to the rocket scientists, they were tracked down, captured, and are at Space X and Space Force terror cells now, in Hillary’s Server network. So go find some of them, to make a database, searchable, like Google already did.
That bearded freind over at the Monroe’s I have been reporting a little bit about, is a Google Computer Engineer from Bad Guy Auto at Three Pines & Russell roads, so, they are like Johnny on the Spot when I write new entries.
Also, Gnosis sometimes is a giant DELETE button.
Don’t discard or discount the truth, that Google+ was a social media platform of many millions of peoples accounts. The whole fucking thing was completely erased just because of what I had written down there at the time.
Google+ was Deleted because of the truth I wrote threatens not only the existance of Google, but threatens the existance of Great Britain and the Vatican if the information were used to stop the terror those people are advancing towards Global Domination and complete and utter control of everyone and everything that will remain on earth after they are done with the Cleansing part of the slaughter.
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Google+ deleted all of the information contained within many millions of accounts. I am sure there was much eye-witness of terror written down besides :mine.
8:42 pm.
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