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May 2, 2019
Friend? For life? I am not sure he will be satisfied with that. Nor am I sure the connection can ever go away. Am I his rudder? Perhaps that will help a little. He has never known anyone like me and the loss of such a find is tremendous and painful to him.
Playing He-man, the word, Playing, bothers me.
I very much doubt he would attempt – playing me. If you people created circumstances to make it appear as such, that is on you and your problem. He wouldn’t do that to me. He appreciates, admires, desires, and longs for me no one else seems to understand. I do. I know. I see him. How’s the family? Well, I hope. Getting better the more everyone else knows too?
Yes, the real Hannibal Lecter has a friend for life. Let that be a lesson to you all. Why would Cherith do such a thing? What does and is she seeing something that no one else seems to be noticing, paying attention to, or has bothered to look at all?
Quell. That is my word for him, he is somewhat unfamiliar with the sensation, having someone be able to quell within him. Learn to love it, the real Hannibal Lecter, learn to love the quell I can and do create within you. It will be important in years to come.
I know the real Hannibal Lecter thinks and finds this notion of buying products, as not very smart nor is it appropriate in its usage for a person such as myself. Truly, I am wondering why he is thankful. Why does he want to thank me? Funny and romantic? He wants to be funny and romantic. He wants me to see him as funny and romantic. That was definitely a surprise, I don’t feel like a woman in that way anymore. No private life, constant 24-hours a day. 365 days a year cameras have taken that away from me.
He was a good doctor, wasn’t he? He would have had a good career, wouldn’t he? People and patients mostly liked him. What is all this arguing and mean, snide comments within his family?
The backyard scene in Bandits, where the concrete trucks drives through backyards, I have seen this too many times in my past. Is this a training case they use, for instance, in FBI training? Or is it an unsolved case. I have seen these woods over and over. I have seen those woods referenced in other films too.
The concrete truck. Isn’t altering films, altering as in editing, isn’t that a federal crime? Isn’t that piracy? If the concrete scene has not been edited the con would be where I got horse-back ridding lessons, and no he would not have sent anyone back inside or gotten people in trouble, or anything else. Crete, as referenced in dialogue in Legends of The Fall. However, for me, what is interesting and important, sidewalks. Sidewalks are made of concrete, sidewalks connect one house to the next, and houses are metaphors for brains, brain-thinking, story to story, and people.
By now I have written about this enough everyone will be able to see the code within movies and film themselves. It’s a sort of plug and play, code. From back when computer programs were fairly new and plug and play became the standard. Place the disk, floppy disk, CD, zip-drive, whatever into the computer and the code or programs plays or runs automatically.
Was itchy in the original script or was it ad-libbed into the movie Bandits? If it is in the script it would be a reference to the movie Silence of The Lambs.
The clicking of the jaw in Bandits is my boyfriend breaking another man’s jaw – supposedly – within a few days of me moving in with him. I am not sure that is a real story, him breaking another man’s jaw. It could have been a way to try and get me to move back home with my family. They failed to understand a lot about me.
Lee, in any movie I’ve seen so far is referencing denim, jeans, Lee jeans, I used to own and wear at least one pair.
Jackie Chan, James Carter in Rush Hour, this is Jesus Christ.
James Carter not wanting a partner, could actually just be movie scripting; however, it could also be a warning to – EVERYONE – Cherith is to be handled by straight men, it looks as though they were given specific instruction to have me handled by straight white men only, just like my father.
50 million in 50, 20 million in 20, 10 million in 10, this dialogue from Rush Hour is traveler’s checks, American Express traveler’s cheques. It used to be a standard when travelling, traveler’s cheques. With credit cards people don’t have to go to the bank or other business to get traveler’s cheques. They would be slightly more time consuming to track and trace, also.
Pinkie finger blew up, this is a capture. Cherith capturing a bad guy.
If you were asking for fifty million dollars would you be in a building like that, it is a metaphor, the building is a person and a brain. Sending someone to pretend to be me will not be the same or have the same effect.
The word humiliate and then sending the LAPD, this looks like movie scripting only; however, Am I speaking with the FBI? This dialogue from the movie Rush Hour is me, and people – that is to say, intelligence – did not understand or get the whole story until after Cherith flew back to Florida what happened in the kitchen conversation and what happened in my mind because of it. They wanted me back in California, they wanted to work with me, pretty badly.
Am I speaking with the FBI, that’s Cherith figuring out that someone else was speaking for the FBI or CIA, they sent local PD because of the freak out that happened within intelligence communities when I returned to California, after having been in Germany and the Berlin wall fell down. They were freaking out with what was happening, and they probably were using all of their own people to go through the intelligence I gave them and created just by being in the state.
Cherith is the little girl and Lee (Cherith speaks more than one language) in Rush Hour. Johnson, the character Johnson is supposed to be a lesbian LAPD officer. They were given specific instructions, straight, while male, for a reason. It is a brain thing; it is very obvious. It is more than a mistake, this is someone else putting their sexual agenda, their sexual orientation above direct instructions and orders. Do you see that? I was underage, I was only seventeen, this is the illegal gambling and bar scene, I was underage and someone – without really thinking it through – went against orders and sent a lesbian, it’s a brain thing. Cherith is going to pick-up on it, she is going to read it as a problem because it is a brain thing.
It has nothing to do with Cherith discriminating against gays, it’s a brain-thing and it is my brain, and it is intelligence, spy work, it is very specific.
In the movie, Rush Hour it is played off as funny, humor, and that is a good thing, that is showing the world how Cherith takes something monumentally, in this instance, in error, and takes away the sting, the hurt. It looks like you have a Captain of LAPD, or whatever local PD I was in the city of, who didn’t really see gays in the Police as a good or bad thing, he seems a little stuck in thinking, this was him then, at that time. So, what they did is send a lesbian the fastest way I can write this is just to mess with her head. It looks like she is no longer in local law enforcement, or in law enforcement at all. They did it just to mess with her head, and Cherith does things like making people laugh, so they don’t have to feel the sting of hurt and shame, or anger.
She was young and probably eager to get bad guys, and it looks like she just eventually left the police because she didn’t feel it was really who she was.
The cost, of such a fuck up? The cost to intelligence? The cost of human lives lost that could have prevented just by having Cherith living in the state of California, and back where she belongs in intelligence? Catastrophically incalculable. There is no price that can be placed on the life of a person no matter how hard they try and do put a price tag on human lives.
I am Jack in A River Runs Through It, I am Jack because I could read and write well beyond my years as a child. I haven’t finished the movie yet; it is very difficult to watch. Endless crying.
I am Logan, Storm, and the Professor in X-Men.
My mother bought me, and I had them placed in my hope chest for so many decades, a marble cheese-slicer, a marble rolling pin, and a marble lazy-Susan. She bought them at a gourmet home and kitchen type of store, at Lloyd’s Town Center, where there is (or was) an ice-skating rink, the store might have been two-stories, we walked in most times on the first or ground floor, it was near a small store that sold popcorn. Gourmet popcorn was just becoming the fad, and it was the first time and place I ever had caramel corn.
The dream and nightmare that I fought and killed the man killing my family, and then placing my family alive and well back in my home, was not a test. It was very real. The message of my defeat was – intercepted by our intelligence. Intercepted.
Rick Schroder was in a movie, it could be Two Kinds of Love, I still remember the still shot my brain took of a scene. This is a crime scene that has still not been solved. Rick looking to the camera, torso slightly turned away from the camera, and his face turned to his right shoulder, it is in the scenery, something that will tell what unsolved crime it is. My brain took a snap-shot and I still remember it.
I am really tired of technical glitches causing me to make phone calls I don’t want to, such as Brylane Home not allowing me to order from them or have an account with them. No, I won’t be calling them!
I have to replace the tray from the toaster oven I purchased because someone wants to kill my real father. I am sick of you people. I used to weigh 109. I am sick of weighing over 120 pounds. You people can all go to hell for all I care. This is not a television show.
I don’t have to have a bird bath. You people are stupid. I’m done buying bird stuff and that might mean I no longer buy food for them! Fuck you people! My feelings, what I am going through means nothing to you people! All you care about are ratings and a stupid show! Fuck you people!
I broke up with that FBI man for good. I am sick of this weight! And I am getting angrier by the minute! Fuck you people!
No, I am not supporting the military with cigarettes or anything else including my brain because they have not done right, and I mean correct by me. Enjoy that. Height matters. Duh. The best our military could do for me is to force weight-gain on me? I’d rather be dead. Congratulations you just gave someone in jail something they wanted.
I am sick of you people, and your stupidity, and your nothing games.
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