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May 15, 2019
Someone want to explain to me what the fuck is going on around here?!
I believe in the numbers on my scale, and that is all I am concerned about at the moment. I am not your fatted pig. I am not your girlfriend, I am not engaged, I am not married, I am not exclusive to any man.
Someone wants the real Hannibal Lecter to stop working with me. That is why they are adding extra calories to every product I own.
Weighed the third one down from the movie, Silence of The Lambs tells me a man entered – illegally – our home and added pounds to my soap or other products I would use in my shower to make me fat. Just like they abused my brother by balding him.
I am not actually telling you people anything in the clothing that I am wearing. I am actually just wearing the clothes that I have, and I am going back to the person I was before Edison ever existed in a skin suit. I am done with wearing the bracelets unless I feel it goes with an outfit I am wearing. I am really sick of your fatted calf people laying fat on me just to make yourselves feel better.
I told you that girl who had been raped who has been seen in the Amazon building is not doing well. She needs to be on a diet, and her head is not in a good place. I will not allow her to look to me for protection or guidance, she needs someone else. I am not it for her.
I have no idea why you have some woman over here who looks like she used to work for a private investigator agency walking a dog.
No, you really cannot replace my dead mother in my mind with any woman, or man.
No, I will never love David again. You people made sure of that. I am looking at you and I don’t want to see you, from Sherlock, that’s me looking at David being driven past my house while I was doing yardwork, and that was a correct read of my reaction to seeing him. I didn’t want to see him anymore. I didn’t want him calling me at work, I didn’t want to be his friend anymore. That changed when I read something in a book and had a moment – that moment is gone for good. David has never, in all the time I’ve known him, done well by me, he has always done nothing but go out of his way to hurt me and my feelings. And, he has done it for nothing more than money and a paycheck! Guess what? That will never make me gay or want to be around women instead, you people are stupid.
No, the real Hannibal Lecter, I do not care if you are sorry anymore.
No, I am really not interested in proxies of the real President. Nor, am I following any of them.
I have already written this more than once, after Edison, I told my brother in this home before the cameras were covered up, and I knew he and others would hear this information, I would rather have been beaten within an inch of my life and left in the street for dead than to ever have had that experience with Edison. That will never make me gay or want a lesbian lifestyle ever – DUH!
All it did was ruin every last bit of feeling I had for David. It is probably the cruelest thing a man could ever do. Worse than having an affair or cheating on me if we were a couple.
If anyone thought it would be a way to get me and David together, talking, you couldn’t be anymore WRONG! It is really not that difficult to see that was not the objective.
I have no idea what is going on with my scale and why it is ever increasing. I am on a diet. I am not ever going back to the fat person I was in Plant City because that was NEVER who I was before. That was the reason I bought cigarettes at Publix. All it tells me, these escalating numbers on the scale is that I am never going back to work.
No, I am not really interested in only having my groceries at one specific time, that is that stupid black woman teacher training, and I am NOT DOING IT ANYMORE!
I have stopped reading news from agencies because it is MY LIFE, NOT YOURS! AND I CHOOSE AND DECIDE HOW I FEEL!
You want me to believe that my brother must be under the real Hannibal Lecter’s protection. I don’t believe it. I don’t believe in him. I believe in me and myself if I am the only person to believe.
I have already written about this more than once, I spent of my own personal money close to $30,000 over the years at my former home. I was investing it, it is how I looked at it, I was investing it for my brother because my brother always told me he was going to retire in Florida. So, I didn’t mind the expense and debt because my brother would have a home for the rest of his life. Then, all of a sudden, he is not interested in staying in that home? Because of what? Some stupid documentary?!
No, I am really not interested in having you people parade in front of me and me reacting to any of you at ALL! THIS IS THE STUPIDEST THING IN THE WORLD! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! IT IS STUPID!
No, I really am not interested in any sort of competition or figuring out any sort of “problems” with anything I purchase, you can all go to hell! I am done with you! I am done with all of you! I am done! You are no teacher to me, not any of you! Fuck you! You can all got to hell!
I am really not interested anymore in deciphering everything in the movies that I see either! I am done! I am 47 years old and I have never in my life ever been loved! Fuck you people! Kiss your prison ministry good-bye, I am not helping you or any of you anymore.
I will be living my life without any of you! I am not watching you or anyone – I never was!
Yeah, I am really, really angry at the real Hannibal Lecter. Go fuck yourselves, all of you!
Jesus Christ! Take it into context! I have been deprived of male relationships, companionships, and the very existence of men in my life, nearly all of my life, most recently since 2012. Of course, I am going to give a man a blow job in my mind, or think about kissing men, or imagine their body, and skin, and how they will feel against me. I happen to think the penis is a glorious creation God created. I happen to love the penis, and heterosexual sex. Fuck you people! You people are sick!
Guess what?! Not one single man – you people are so fucking sick for this virtual reality television show – in all the years has ever tried to make me feel they actually loved or cared about me, it was nothing more than a quickie or sex to any of them. Wow. Doesn’t make me gay, all it does it not love any of them. I don’t care if you are sorry, the real Hannibal Lecter. Read the above. I am really angry with you.
Up Close & Personal, this movie, Reno is code for No, ER, No emergency room, no dog bite. Miami is code for, I’m MIA, this makes it look as though Cherith helped in rescuing persons who were Missing In Action.
The focus group is about my mother, I believe she really had that job in the mall where they get people together talking about products, and no my mother had nothing she had to learn. If anything, she needed to understand she was helping intelligence and was not fully aware of the consequences of that.
Who would want to help intelligence and intelligence men now? All it has taught me is that it will get you killed, slowly over decades, and you will never in your life have the opportunity to be loved – EVER. Why would I or any person want to help intelligence persons? Either the FBI, CIA, or any other agency? Why would I?! All I have been taught is to never allow them near you – EVER!
Sally Atwater, this is code for Saul from The Journey of Natty Gann. Tally Atwater, Tally the votes, it is a White House connection. Atwater, Ta, thank you water, thank you Cherith for what you’ve done, perhaps that was the intention.
I really did see vultures, several of them, on the roof of the church that was used as a polling place. The vultures would have been meant as a death threat to the Presidency to be used at another time. Not that anyone around here actually cares, is actually sorry. If they cared, if they were sorry, they wouldn’t manipulate the scales against me!
FUCK YOU PEOPLE!
DON’T HELP ANY INTELLIGENCE PERSONS – EVER! THAT’S WHAT I’VE LEARNED!