02/02/2018
19:14
Answering the phone while working at Home Depot walking down the aisle of door locks I listened to a voice who told me without saying the actual words that he wanted me to go back to K-Mart.
Perplexed.
I was in desperate need of clothing at the time. I had less than a handful of clothing items to wear. To this day I do not understand the reasoning behind it. To this day I do not understand why Adam Levine would call me at my employment, disguise his voice, and then ask me in no uncertain terms was I to have or wear the jeans I purchased at K-Mart with his logo on them.
I did what I was told to do.
Interesting note, The New York Times: I read about Maroon 5 – playing in art houses and galleries trying to get noticed before they were Maroon 5 – in the New York Times which I used to have delivered in PC. I wanted to know and read about what was going on in the world beyond the corners of my small town. I used to take the paper with me to the chiropractor’s office.
Also, I read about Jim Baker’s son starting a church full of non-stereotypical Christians wearing tattoos, piercings, with punk hair and clothing. I met Jim Baker’s son when I was working at WORSHIP.
While working on the Obama campaign I attended an event as staff, Republicans For Obama, at Sun City Center. There were reporters covering the event. I woman with a made up name for Creative Loafing, and a man. John Cock-something-or-other for The Tampa Tribune. He was a real reporter, staring at me with dubious eyes. She was a fraud playing a part.
As all my paperwork and computers have been gone through any person could have done the work and placed the pieces together.
I have done for years now, what I was told to do. Since, I have been made to feel and believe that others and the world believe that I am a bad person, immoral, and a pervert. I have continually with exceptional effort gone out of my way to prove I am not the person they project on to me. My voice, my choice, my rights have been taken away from me.
I did what I was told to do. For years. And, I have been treated to cruelty, punishments, forced masturbation’s, sickness, and a total lack of privacy.
The forced masturbation’s are nothing more than a prostitution ring. Random men, or random persons – for I am not able to SEE the other person viewing me naked, watching me masturbate, taking a shower, going to the toilet, walking around my house, driving, or any other mundane activity.
Can you imagine your own daughter being treated to cloaked, invisible, and disguised men watching your naked daughter? Can you imagine your own daughter being watched by random men as she is bathing herself? Can you imagine your own daughter being pushed and forced into masturbating in front of random men? Can you imagine your own daughter being locked, confined, forced against her will into a sex ring?
What if it was a female co-worker? Or young girl? Or a female teen-ager? Or neighbor down the street? Or the cashier that helped you in a store? Or a woman you saw walking down a street? Or a woman you saw driving down the road?
Would it be acceptable to you if it happened to any of these women?
So, why is it acceptable for it to happen to me?
I did what I was told to do.
Again, I repeat. I have no idea who is on the other side of my vision, or glass. I am not able to see the other person. It could be anyone for all I know. Words spoken mean nothing because it cannot be proven who is on the other side.
Is there a log book kept of entry and exit? Is there a time stamp? Is there documentation of any sort on the other side other than myself telling the world – this exists.
I did what I was told to do.
So, I went to see a movie. After only two hours of sleep, I was not able to do everything on the check list, and get to the movie when I wanted to. I missed a lot. What I did do specifically was wear a t-shit that reads, No Means No in black and white for all the world to read and see. I chose black and white because I should be the only person to decide what man I want in my bed.
Again, I repeat – I am not “Erin’s” daughter.
I specifically wore my Nike shoes because it was David Wolfe disguised as Alfredo Cruz at TCS holding the green crunch can excitedly pleading me with his eyes. Which is why I also wore my David jeans.
I did what I was told to do.
I have looked when told to. I have returned items when told to. I have driven when told to. I have gone places when told to. I have bought things when told to. I have purchased things when told to. I have masturbated when told to.
ENOUGH!
The whole reason ANY of this is going on now is because of ME!
My brother’s KIA that I used to drive my mother in every day singing as I went to relieve the stress and take me away from the confines of my life had hidden microphones in it just like my vehicle now. They created that collision, so that I would be a slave to my car payment. Because I was free and clear in my Toyota.
I did what I was told to do.
I saw Vanessa Redgrave behind me while listening to the radio and singing along to the music, so I could get some energy out. Are the lyrics an exact reflection of my mind, thoughts, and beliefs? No. They are not. They are someone else’s lyrics. Five Finger Death Punch, singing about washing it all away. I sang along, and I was punished, and treated to a vicious attack on my hands, body, and mind. My faucets in my own home. The filters in my faucets were treated to viruses is the best way I can describe it, so that my hands were covered with painful, prickly sores. So, when I brushed my teeth, my toothbrush, my mouth was also infested from the inside out. Because I dared to choose and turn at red. My red. My red which the Bluetooth knows and is aware of – is David.
There you are, echoing in my head after the visual.
I did and have done what I’ve been told to do.
So, I wore those shoes in protest to the virus attack and event which robbed me of my creativity, my humanity, my hands, my health, and the time it took to heal.
All because I dared to use my eyes. All because I sang along to a song.
So, just like in A Few Good Men, I wore my shoes in protest to bring justice to what should never have taken place to begin with.
Also, I am the ONLY one who spends every day off and free time – WORKING. For free.
20:17
edited: I woke up at 18:30, made my breakfast. Yet have not been able to eat it – working.
20:55
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 