October 9, 2019
BE ADVISED: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT.
Ya, this photo, who is this? It looks very real. Meaning very good and truthful. Is it just a read?
Who is it then, that appears to have lost their mind, again because I was being myself, and not being directed by any news, regarding, my personal life?
I should only wear these clothes, on this day, and this outfit, at this place and time?
PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, STOP BELIEVING IN THEIR STORIES – AS REALITY. NONE OF YOU, HAVE YET TO SEE WHO I AM. I KNOW MY NAME, ONE OF THEM, IS WEAPONS.
If I were any intelligence agencies, I would be on alert, looks like for some time, concerning myself, and the people who have previously been in the mix.
Another thing, I am not interested in, spending billions of taxpayer’s money, TO NOT CAPTURE OR KILL KNOWN TARGETS, TERRORISTS, OR OTHER THREATS.
Let me remind, everyone, again, I went to work for Disney, December 2003. When they used, in code, my name Weapons, and I perked my head up, immediately because I saw a man above this woman’s head who was talking to me, and NO, I don’t wed a woman.
I want this person removed from my neighborhood and process, this person who mentally, is constantly shoving food in my face. They are constantly thinking about me shoving food in my face, when I am not even hungry. It is malicious. Malicious intent, with intent to do harm.
Well, I needed a brain-break. I needed a brain-break from so much deciphering because it is not all I am dealing with at the time. If anyone has wondered why Cherith had so many Disney movies, sometimes it’s like a brain-break.
I will remind everyone, I am writing here not because I am interested in getting attention, I write it, so it will get corrected. It should be of concern to intelligence people and others that I can barely do so much as brush my teeth and wash my face every day. I don’t know what they have done in my head while living in this house, it probably has to do with the constant abuse of illegal entry into my home, as soon as I drive away, or as soon as my physical person is not confined within the walls of this home.
That should be another HUGE red flag.
It is another form of psychological damage intelligence persons are allowing to not only myself, but people like David.
Is David involved, at all, with Brianna in the scheme that led to my hysterectomy? Because of the videos they posted, appearing to kill me in my kitchen, it implicates both of them.
You are mistaken, or the world’s worst reader, if any of you believe Edison wanted anything to do with me personally, he was always in it, for a reputation. How grotesque.
Orange County would like me to share that if this blonde woman, was she using Alisha to get information from me? If this blonde woman and her former lesbian partner have been using me all their intelligent careers, it is not good. It says, neither of them have been able to do intelligent work, either FBI or CIA, without me.
If a person, has gone their whole careers without being able to capture, or have any achievements added to their files, unless I have helped them with it, then they cannot do the work.
Is suggests, from what I was given yesterday, that someone believed, probably, after, this FBI man was assigned his lesbian partner, that his lesbian partner was not going to make it, meaning she was going to quit, and go into another profession.
I see it from other minds, she does not look strong enough, mentally, and in other ways, to them.
It’s in the bonding scene in the movie, Point Break, talking about his theory on ghosts. It’s a bonding scene. So, most likely, this FBI man talked his female, lesbian partner into not quitting or giving up. It speaks well, if it is true, of the FBI man; however, it also looks like it has hurt his career. Because I saw her and him.
I placed them together, did he or did he not know, I knew, they were partners? Lance and Nicole.
I spend every single day, writing for hours and hours, correcting all the previous years of my life.
Be aware, I am not following any news story regarding Turkey.
Olympus Has Fallen, this movie was too real to continue watching the other day. It looks very real about what happened at my home in Plant City, meaning, the United Sates government failed to provide my family, and my home with protection from attacks, and it has been allowed to continue to play out with the continued illegal entry of my home, residence, and vehicle.
STOP SHOWING THE GODDAMN WORLD THE UNITED STATES DOES KNOW WHAT THEY FUCK THEY ARE DOING! IT MAKES ME SO ENRAGED, I, JUST, CAN’T STAND FOR SUCH INCOMPETENCE!
Stop using me, so the entertainment industry will continue to make millions and millions and billions of dollars making movies, or television shows, RATHER THAN USING ME INTELLIGENTLY TO GIVE WASHINGTON DC TARGETS TO KILL!
WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU PEOPLE BEEN DOING?!
IF ANY OF YOU, ARE THESE USELESS FUCKS, USING ME FOR MOVIE INSPIRATION, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME.
I will remind everyone, no, I do not believe it is appropriate to use a family member of one of Hannibal Lecter’s murders, as my manager. No, I do not believe it is in ANY way appropriate after it has been confirmed, I am the agency expert that led our military to the home of Bin Laden, to use one of the children, a young woman, as my manager. It’s a gross misuse.
Placing one of the children in front of me – to read, is one thing. To then, use them as a manager?! Gross misuse. Honestly, whoever thought this was in any way appropriate shows, intelligently, they do not have mental fortitude, or of solid character morals, or competent enough to make decisions in a supervisory role or capacity.
They do not pass my test. They are not leaders. They are, at best, support staff, if at all.
Yes, I no longer look like a Princess Grace. What intelligence communities have lost work because of how I look?
Am I the only one that noticed, the man you used, made sure to avoid a boundary? How very little any of you know about my boyfriend, and the real Hannibal Lecter.
Who’s the dumb moron who thought I wouldn’t mind appearing to take direction or orders from the real Hannibal Lecter just because, he’s laid down with me?
You fucking idiots want me to feel bad about myself, it’s in 13 Hours with the rabbit scene, and the dialogue, that’s mean. It’s mean because I’ve been denied and deprived of a real boyfriend, or a real husband, a real man that when seen or photographed together looks like he could handle himself in a very dangerous situation or circumstance, like my boyfriend, the real Hannibal Lecter. He has a physical presence.
So, I will repeat it again, you all look scared and frightened that I love men, love the penis, love how it feels, love to lick it, love to suck it, love to have it in me, you look scared of that. Incompetent.
I mean, honestly, if you or anyone is scared of having Cherith love a man, then you are not in anyway able, or capable, or workable, in any way.
STOP BEGGING OUR FUCKING ENEMIES TO ATTACK THE UNITED STATES AND ITS ALLIES BY BEING SO FUCKING STUPID!
I bought tabbouleh at a Kash N’Karry store, they’ve been bought out by Sweetbay, tabbouleh, an Arizona Green tea with ginseng (one of my favorites), and an energy drink. It happened to be the same store I had purchased medicine for my former fiancé, I believe he had burned his hand somehow, I really don’t give a shit about remembering details about that piece of shit, Michael.
The hummus in, You Don’t Mess With The Zohan, is tabbouleh. Is this the FBI man, or another intelligence man, it spoke to me because I am not a chicken Mc Nugget girl. No offense Mc Donald’s, I happen to think Mc Donald’s has the best French fries as far as fast-food chains are concerned, but I have literally been culturally starved also, here in Florida.
I love tabbouleh, I could eat it every day. I like it best when the parsley (Gil Parsley, the Container Store) hasn’t been soaked to death, meaning it’s wilted in the oil.
And, the over-use of the comedy gag, of the hummus, is really funny in, You Don’t Mess With The Zohan. The eyeglasses in the hummus, personally, one of my favorites.
I don’t know what some idiots wants me to write about the photo of the Instagram news story. It really says, someone doesn’t want to take responsibility for hurting me, mental and physical anguish by this forced weight gain. Take responsibility for your actions. These people have caused me harm. Physical and mental.
I will warn you, again. They got to David before I could. After he had broken up with Brianna, they got to David before I could. Because I am the woman that brought our military to the kill of Bin Laden.
Stop apologizing to the world because our intelligence communities, and persons, do their fucking jobs!
Who’s the moron that wakes me up every night to talk, meaning, they are using me to get news stories, and headlines?
Everyone is aware, are they not, or if they are not, they will be now, that Princess Cinderella’s castle in Magic Kingdom is designed, inspired, modeled after, or whatever word you want to use there, after Mad King Ludwig’s castle in southern Bavaria (bear riddle, Young Sherlock Holmes) in Germany. The Neuschwanstein castle. It really is spectacular in real-life, I’ve been there. The walk-thru bathtub, and the beginning of the tour, are what I remember most about it.
Brain palace, brain castle, all meaning, brain-thinking.
Who is the idiot that wanted to make me believe that Elsa and Anna, really were sister’s sharing a brain? It is historically, most inaccurate.
Elsa and Anna (the names), are kitty-cats, I used to have, or more specifically, they were cats my family had before I had to return to my parent’s home in Plant City, Florida. Tiffany and Anastasia. I believe my mother named the cats.
Tiffany and Anastasia were sisters that were left in a plastic bag, in front of a pet store, Creature Castle. When my mother told me this detail about the plastic bag, and placing the cats in them, I was mortifying, grossed out, as in sick to my stomach, and also wondered if it was – just a story.
Nevertheless, Tiffany and Anastasia were the best of cats. They liked each other, they never fought. They both had a litter of kittens, I’ve written about this before, they were both good mothers. Anastasia, however, was an exceptional mother.
Anastasia, there is a photograph I took of the two of them, Anastasia and Tiffany, Anastasia nursing her babies, her kittens, and Tiffany lying on top of Anastasia. It must have been difficult for Anastasia, difficult to breathe. Tiffany was trying to comfort Anastasia. Anastasia was very weak, after having her kittens. It took a lot out of her, and it took a long time for her to look better, in my mind’s eye. She was very weak.
This should have been a warning to people, and someone, that my mother was over-loaded, and not able to keep up with the workload, demands, and you were losing her. I don’t see where anyone noticed, or paid attention, when my mother gave Tiffany and Anastasia away to other families to take care of. It should have been a warning.
I talked about it with my mother in our home, about keeping all the cats. In this instance it was not about money, or a financial concern being able to feed all the cats, my mother was worried about what the neighbor’s might think. I was not.
If I could, but write these children’s stories, another way to teach children is to have them read, books, if I could, but write, Anastasia was really an interesting cat. She had a presence. She was smart and able. She had thin limbs, like my mother. And, she was given a great name.
Tiffany was fun-loving, full of life, very similar to Elsa in frozen.
Really Elsa and Anna are not sister’s, they are a mirror image.
Don’t confuse details, with reality, the white streak Elsa gets does says, my mother having a stroke, when I went to see, The Matrix, it is also my headshot when I was fifteen years old. I didn’t dye or color my hair then, and I had a natural highlight and highlights in my hair, from the sun.
Someone wants me to believe they were not natural highlights. I believe they were. People often spoke about my hair when I was that age. I never paid attention to it.
The skies awake, so I’m awake. I’ve have wondered about this for years and never really thought about it or have written about it. It makes me wonder, and I have wondered since I was a girl living in Gresham, Oregon if people who lived near me were involved in weather experiments.
I woke up in the middle of a summer night, and I walked outside in my nightgown, and the wind felt so good, cool, I walked around. I woke up and walked outside because the wind was speaking to me. Not many people will be able to understand that one either.
Do you want to build a snowman, this song, just says, again, Gresham, Oregon when I was by myself again, in our house? I didn’t need a baby-sitter, I was old enough (this is also in Crazy, Stupid, Love, code for CDL, my former fiancé had been involved in a settlement from his former employer with a trucking company, Molly is really my mother’s cat Tuesday, it’s why there is a baby-sitter for Molly, everyone should question why there is a baby-sitter when Robbie is old enough to have been able to take care of his sister, it’s just details) and it had snowed in the night, and when I looked out my window, I wondered what to do with the snow.
I got all dressed, coat, hat, scarf, gloves, boots, warm pants, sweater, everything because it was – snow. I started to build the snowman, and went back into my house, took off all my clothes, and put jeans and a polo shirt on, it wasn’t yellow, like Cal in Crazy, Stupid, Love. Because I wasn’t cold. Then, continued to build my snowman.
Do you want to build a snowman, intelligently, means, DO YOUR FUCKING JOBS AND BRING TARGETS TO WASHINGTON DC FOR THEM TO KILL THROUGH CHERITH!
The fact that it appears innocently, sweet, kind, nice, like family is to one another, looks like a read, a man has – of me.
The ice castle of Anna is another read, another man has of Cherith’s brain palace.
The gloves, I’ve written about it goes together with the movie, Munich, and the antique store being a front, and the antique gloves I used to have before.
The cape, of Anna, looks like the cape on the cover of my Wuthering Heights book, and I’ve wondered if there is a man wearing a cape on the cover because David said, he doesn’t like to eat capers. I have doubted if this is really true information. The color of Anna’s cape is very close to the color of my bathing suit bottoms that were remarked upon when I was at Blizzard Beach by an employee, meaning they had apprehended someone.
Here I stand, in the light of day, is code: Here I, T.S. Eliot, tanned, eye, my real father, he, light, foe, daylight, and actually a real day, daylight and a real day, are an either/or.
What it means, is when my mother gave Anastasia away, it was to another family several blocks away from where we lived, another section of the sub-division. My father and I were outside, by his car, one night, talking, when Anastasia walked up to us and our house, and my heart – broke.
Because I realized she knew how to make her way back to her home, and I couldn’t keep her. I didn’t pet her, although I spoke to her and used her name, wondering if they had renamed her, and she left because I so much as told her, she needed to be with her new family, now. Although, I didn’t want her to go.
Finish each other’s sandwiches, says, sand and witches.
Here I am going on four hours of writing; I think I’ve done enough.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 