May 13, 2019: READ: Difficult To Believe

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May 13, 2019

Film appreciation.  I told my brother while I was my mother’s caregiver that I wanted to start a blog about film appreciation.  Not a critique, an appreciation of films.  I appreciate, I do not tear down, and say this was bad, I didn’t like this, I wanted to write about – what I saw in films.  I saw in my brother; he had no idea what I was talking about.

Is tonight a danger night from Sherlock?  Well then, I never am, from Sherlock, that is my real brother.  Not really sure, about danger.  The danger would not be drugs, the danger would be actual threats and danger.  It’s a brain-thing.  It’s not that difficult.

The character Skip from the movie Dead Presidents is actually meant to protect the actor who portrays Skip.  If anyone is able to follow what I have already written about the Vietnam war, other movies, and Jesus Christ.

This here is your living, Sherlock, from Sherlock, about John Watson blogging about the crimes is meant to be for me.  Reading and writing are not always, reading and writing.

If anyone wants to know this is what I saw when I read:

Rev. Dr. Colin Brown this profile news story looks like a murder of a prison minister that happened in the sixties.  I got it.  Do you want it solved?  They have assembled a working group from what I’ve seen.  This was my only advice, I would say you need a person that when they walk down the row the prisoners take notice, stop and look, and don’t just ask their second to tell them what it looks like.  I would say you need someone that commands the attention.  If you want an example, like the attention I command from the real Hannibal Lecter.  It has to be real or it doesn’t read the way that will garner the respect you need.

Arnie Wishnick this profile news story looks like the real prison warden that is portrayed in the movie The Silence of The Lambs – who looked to me like he was in a little trouble – wants me to work a cold case.

Did you want male ministers in male prisons where the men need help, guidance, to learn of God’s love, peace that passes all understanding, to learn of redemption, and the importance of God’s creation?  Something started that has real hope of being something powerful and important for many years – as I see it now – and it has to do with men in ministry in prisons.

This seems unreal.  Did Brian Wilson truly pass away?  Has he really died, or is this something else?

Did that 2-bit hustler actually get put away longer?  Did they actually press charges on him because of what he has done to my hair, or is this also just misdirecting, and misdirection?

Served – elbow – black-long-sleeved shirt, this makes it appear as though this prisoner got my phone number and information all the way back in 2016.  This makes it appear as though he had access to a lot of personal information including my cats, Tuesday and Thursday.

I am finding a lot of news stories difficult to believe.  I am finding a lot of things difficult to believe anymore.  This has been a long time.  Misdirection, and misdirecting too often and for too long make it difficult to believe people are sincere and real.  For instance, giving me a timeline of this recorded televised life will be over in one or two years, that was in 2014 before I drove to the West coast.

It is just not possible to relive past events as though they are the present, to be documented that they are the present, they are not.  The past is the past.  Often times how you feel, see, and like about the past, changes.  What remains certain is the truth and facts, they do not diminish with time.

I still miss Tuesday and Thursday.

May 11, 2019: Read: Dead Presidents

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May 11, 2019

I am reeling.  If anyone had wondered.  I am reeling at the moment.  There is no other way to describe how I am feeling.  Did you want the Vietnam War to go on forever?  Did you want a resolution to the Vietnam conflict?  Or, did you want it to end?  I am reeling from this information.

I don’t know how else to explain it.  I helped with the resolution to the Vietnam War and conflict as a child.  Who would believe such a thing?  Yet, there it is, for me in a movie.  While watching the movie Dead Presidents, there I am in my living room in Simi Valley, California, with company, in my be married dress, my nightgown, giving information to intelligence men about how to get our troops home, and end the Vietnam War.

It means I would know locations that would be classified information, that has never been released to the public for the public’s knowledge, but I would know it.  I would still remember it.  They asked a question of me, at least one man asked it of me, and I showed them, as a child, how to do it.

This journey will it ever end, this song lyric from The Rescuers, to me it says, peace, will we ever have peace in the world?  One reason would be the Vietnam War, tell ‘nam stories from the movie Point Break, this means people had information like the Vietnam War when I was a teenager and adult, and did not understand what it meant or how it pertained to me.

They asked me a question and I told them an answer, brain-speaking.  If you thought I would be excited or elated or proud of myself, you’d be wrong.  It feels like a loss as great as the loss of my mother.  It feels as painful a loss not being able to work with these men, know these men, like they were my own family.  So, I am reeling from the loss, and the revelation that I brought about peace as a child by helping to end the Vietnam War.

I am a classical reader.  As a child, not yet old enough to read classical literature, I was a classical reader of people and intelligence.  It is a huge difference being able to give a classical read rather than an APB description of a suspect.  A classical read does not change, the appearance of a suspect can change, in an instant.  A suspect can put on a coat, or hat, change their hair, and then the “scan” of the individual no longer applies; however, if you look at an individual and see them for who they really are, that doesn’t change, not really.

I am just reeling from the information.  If no one believes me, I still know it is true.

He loves me, you know.  He loves me like he has never loved another woman before.  The real Hannibal Lecter loves me.

Jesus loves me, this I know.

May 9, 2019: READ: Salmon Dinner

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May 9, 2019

Yes, I did have salmon dinner at the Radka’s when I lived in Oregon.  We sat at a dinner table, my family, and their family.  If you look at the dinner table in the movie Meet Joe Black, I was seated where Allison sat, Bill Parish sat where their father sat, their mother sat where Death sat, and I could see the back of my house from where I sat, our backyard, our back porch, our windows.

In my bedroom, I had a television as a pre-teen and teenager.  When President Reagan was shot, when the Space Shuttle with the first female teacher aboard was destroyed my television was on the wall opposite to the window, allowing anyone looking and spying through my window to see what I was watching on television.

Their daughter Shanda was my friend, her brother was a few years younger than her, is his name Chucky?  When your 8 or 9 years old, a few years in age is a big difference.  If you are nine years old, do you want to hang out with a five-year-old?  You don’t.  He will probably not like to read what I felt about him then, alarms went off in my head when I first met him.  Alarms, this boy was younger than me, and he was already gone.  What happened to him that allowed such a thing to happen?  Alarms.

Their father was a lighter-skinned African American man, tall; however, all I remember until I was in my twenties, was he was very tall, and had very curly hair.  I never remembered the color of his skin, I only remembered he had very curly hair.  True story.

It is most odd considering we had a picture of their family in our hallway in our Plant City home, I walked past it every day, I looked at it all the time.  I only understood that this man was not a white man like their mother, the daughter, and their son when my mother spoke about them somewhere around my early twenties.  Nothing unusual, just conversation, yet she mentioned his skin color and I couldn’t believe it.  I still can’t believe it.  I never remembered him that way.

Their father worked for an airline, was it Northwest?  The only explanation for my memory would be I saw past, Larry.  Their father’s name, is it Larry?  I saw past him and saw the man who lived down the street, he would be a white male.  It might not have been his mailing address, or residence, but he lived down the street from them.  He would have worked with their father at least for a few months.  In appearance, he would not be the same-looking man that worked with their father, and the man that lived down the street.

When their father, as we were all seated at the dining table said we were having salmon for dinner, when he said the word salmon, it was like hearing a flat note that did not go away, a sound like a key on an organ.  Someone holding a key down on an organ.  And, it sounded flat.  Not melodic, or musical – flat.

I must have made a face that would have looked as though I did not like fish, or salmon, and that was not what I was thinking about.  Most likely, there was not someone spying from another house through mini-blinded windows to watch the dinner.  Most likely, they would have placed cameras in the home and the occupants would not have been aware.

Their father leaned over me, for some reason while I was at the dining table, probably passing the food or something, and I remember, this is a really tall man.  When you are a small child something like a tall man leaning over you feels differently than as a grown adult.  I thought, wow, he’s really close, and wow, he’s really tall.  They would have been working me and using me without the occupants of the house knowing of other intentions, and that is okay.

I would have really liked this man that worked with him and lived down the street, I would have thought he was funny too.  As a small child, I was more comfortable having conversations with adults than children.  My mind, my brain, was that advanced, and adults saw me this way.  There was more than one man who lived down the street from them, they would have had men change, yet having the appearance that the same people were in the home.

When I first met Shanda, their daughter, I was standing at the edge of our vegetable garden and she was in her back yard.  It took me several times walking around our vegetable garden before I said anything to her.  It was my intention when I saw her to greet her, then as I got nearer to her, and I didn’t want to speak to her.  There were other people, probably talking out loud in, most likely, the house next to hers.  I wouldn’t be able to hear them as they were in a house, but I heard them because I stopped wanting to speak to her.  Most likely, they were working a case, or talking about possible leads, and so on.

They lived catty-corner from our backyard.  They did not live there very long.  When we moved to Plant City, Florida, my mother emailed or communicated somehow with their mother.  It was as an adult the information got to me that their daughter was a lesbian.  When they moved from their home catty-corner to ours, when they moved out of Gresham, I stayed over-night at their new home, and that was the last time I ever wanted to be her friend.

You should ask the son about the house or houses across the street from theirs after they moved from Gresham, across the street and at the corner, if you are looking out their front windows of their next home from Gresham, to the left, ask him about the home and their occupants, you will get something from it.

The house, her, whatever it was, I was no longer interested in maintaining a friendship with her.  I am a person that does not just allow every person to be my friend, nor do I allow every person to be a co-worker.  I believe every person is like that.  Otherwise, every person would be friends with every person.  Life and people do not work like that.

Their son emancipated himself from his parents and family when he was very young.  I had never heard of such a thing before.  Was he thirteen?  He was in juvenile jail a lot.  It looks like he has spent time in jail and prison.  Did he hurt that dog?  Did he torture that dog that lived next to me, Pinto?  Did he yell, poke things at him in his cage?

Did he come forward – it’s just a figure of speech people, get over yourselves – just because of what I wrote about The Lovely Bones?  There would have been remotes, camera’s, in that gas station on undeveloped land.  Undeveloped, someone owned that property.  Unlikely, the man that built that old-fashioned gas station did not own that land.  How did that arrangement happen?  Or did he just build it without the owners of the property knowing about it?

Did their son come forward because he wants to help?  This is what he looked like to me, humbling yourself, a woman, not a criminal or ex-con, before prisoners and other ex-cons is a huge thing in the prison world.  It is something that is more than words.  He is not the same boy he was when he lived near me, yet, he has not worked through all his crimes and done the head work, worked through the emotions and analyzed himself as to what got him into jail, and apologized sincerely, felt real and true remorse, and allowed himself to be seen as a man who understands the consequences of his actions.

I would suspect he’s done drugs before, several drugs.  He’s clean now, and not interested in drugs anymore.  He must have stopped when he was fairly young.

Nearly everyone sees the former convict and the veneer they wear to protect themselves, not many have I seen understand the difference between the façade and the truth in the depth of their own personal well of truth.

All is not lost on this man.  Does he want to help, or did you just want to walk him in front of me?  There is a difference.  If he wants to help it looks like he would be able to help.  He would have to realize, if he wants to work with me and help, I demand a lot from people, and he has work to do.

He would not be a man who would believe or want to hurt children.  He has been not always kind as a boy to animals.  Be careful here, most serial killers start with killing and hurting animals.  I do not believe he is or will be a serial killer.

Again, be careful here, my brother did hurt our family cat Barney – Barney, who if he was a man was the perfect English gentleman – by closing a desk door shutting him in the desk and chopped off the tip of his tail when we lived in California.

I will always demand that the people I know, and love are better than they think they are.

I am Death.

I am relentless.

May 8, 2019: READ: Just To Remind People

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May 8, 2019

Just to remind people, I am 47 years old.  If I use what I actually have available to me to water my plants that is what I am doing watering my plants.  The container I have used is bigger requiring fewer trips to refill it, and nothing more.

Absurd that I had to buy a watering nozzle.

May 8, 2019: READ: Most Unhappy

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May 8, 2019

I have no idea what is going on anymore.  As soon as they placed me on a leave of absence at work, I have no idea what is going on anymore.  Nothing makes sense anymore.  I have no idea what is going on, or who is actually in charge anymore.  What is going on?

Things were going mostly well, getting things done around my house, then all of a sudden, I must be evaluated and not allowed to work anymore.  I see no reason why I should not be able to work.  What is going on?

No, I am really not interested in talking to myself, in what appears like I am talking to myself outside of my home.  Especially, when I have nothing to say or talk about.

I have called and had messages taken down every day this week, and no one has done anything to correct the situation at work.  I am most unhappy.  I am most upset.  What is going on?

People were almost begging me to watch the movie Oz the Great and Powerful.  Well, I watched it.  There really isn’t anything there.  If there was it is gone now.  The only unusual thing is the headpiece that Glinda wears.  I had a faux emerald that was on a piece of yarn that I used to wear on my head like the headpiece Glinda wears as a child playing dress-up with kid’s make-up, the kind made from wax.  Not that unusual.

The teapot town, I’ve already written about, my mother.  The two sisters, I’ve already written about, that is my mother’s stroke when I was working at Disney while the two Spanish women were guests in our home.

How that could be allowed to happen, I don’t know.

What is going on around here?!

I believe I have made it very clear I am not interested in Oz.  It’s basic human psychology, this is too many years living like this.  A sane person doesn’t hold on to some fantasy about a famous person.  I don’t understand any of you people anymore.

I am most unhappy about the situation at my work.  This “case manager” is lying about calling me and leaving voice-mail messages.  What are you people doing?!

I am not romantically in love with that FBI man, how could I be?  A sane person does not take a Virtual Reality conversation and fall in love or believe it is real because it’s not.  Duh.  I think you people are confusing things, confusing issues, and confusing real people.

I am not romantically in love with any man, how could I be?

Real love is real love.  Real love is talking to a man, spending time with a man, dating a man, and so forth.

Now, I receive a phone call and am told that they need to speak with HR at work, and they used the word suicidal.  What?!  Underlying medical conditions preventing me from working?  This is most absurd.

Because of heavy stickers?  Suicidal?  Medical conditions that need treatment?  What?!

Be evaluated to see if I am fit for “duty” to place products in a box, tape it, and place it on a line?  What?

Cigarettes have nothing to do with the military.  Someone confused this and got this wrong.  What is going on?!

I am not able to think about it any other way other than it is absurd.

May 7, 2019: READ: The Lovely Bones

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May 7, 2019

Salmon, the name is just a location, Oregon, the Pacific Northwest.  Susie, someone called me a Susie Q because I kept the house that I was renting a room in very clean, I never let it get dirty.  This was the house and address I had in Seminole, Florida.

The sinkhole is not a sinkhole, it is the county dump.  When we moved to our home in Gresham, Oregon it must have over-extended my families finances.  My father took our garbage to the dump, every few weeks.  This was before the regulated sanitary services, the garbage collection we have today.  This was way ahead of the times.

We separated our trash.  This was before people composted or talked about compost as something to do in a suburb.  We burned all paper products in our fireplace and wood-burning stove, we composted organic materials, and the rest my father took to the dump because it was free.  It was just a way to save money.

Susie driving her brother to the hospital, I drove or changed the gears for my mother in our van because she had hurt her arm, I have never known the reason her arm was hurt.  My mother did have a medical concern with her wrist in the 90’s, I went with her to Tampa General to see a doctor this could be a reason for the sucking the venom in Twilight.

We actually grew corn in our vegetable garden in our yard.

This clubhouse where Susie is lured into, this is the gas station I walked past in the undeveloped land behind our home, the gas station where no roads were built to the gas station.  I remember the first time I saw it, my brother did not seem concerned, he was walking ahead of me, my brother, the sort of Dennis The Menace being able to go all over and not appear as though he had been walking through dirt and such, did not seem worried, it stopped me, this gas station, it did say, get closer, go inside, see what is there, I never went.

It was a full scale, actual size building to look like an old-fashioned gas station.  There were large tires scattered throughout this undeveloped land, and large tires, like tractor tires in the front of this gas station.  It had a look of legitimacy.  Like it could have been a real gas station.

This man who built this would have placed triggers to be remotely activated.  Triggers upon approach of the building.  It does look like it had a false bottom when someone walked inside the building, to trap someone.  Somewhat like what happens to the horse in Hidalgo.

This man who built this building lived on the other side of Powell Blvd. from me.  If there were children, he killed, they would have been in another school district from me.  It seems that he killed three children at least, the reason for the secret password at the door on my sixteenth birthday party, cherry coke.

Since they have destroyed evidence in my home, I am not certain if three is a real number or not.  It does appear as though he had killed children.  This seems to have happened before we moved to our house in Gresham.  Get it?  Not all of the murders in The Lovely Bones are from the same serial killer.

This man also had a lookout that lived down the street toward Portland from my house, and he looks like he was a veteran.  He is still alive, and he would have known better than to help this man.  He would not have had employment, he would have been on disability, or some other monthly income that did not require him to work.  It would be very difficult after all this time to get any sort of admission out of this man.  The serial killer who built the gas station did have a job.  He would have wanted to be appear as normal as possible.  That is not that unusual.  Most criminals pretend they are normal and average.

The man that built this gas station lived in a small house, a few blocks North of Powell Blvd.  When his house was raided, he did not survive.

How much a father could love his child, this quote – that’s God.  Father.  God.

The doll houses, my mother bought me a doll house with furniture, I never liked to play with dolls.  I thought it was boring, uninteresting.  I was more interested in doing stuff than playing with dolls.  At the time, I believed I was not girly like that.  My mother, most likely, bought the doll house because it was something she would have liked to have as a child.

We had family friends that spent every Thanksgiving with us in Plant City, that had a room in their house just for dollhouses.  It was the woman’s hobby.

Ray is The Sound of Music.  The gazebo is not a gazebo.  I had a bow-maker, and I made bows from ribbons for decorations on presents.  I liked the bow-maker, that was more interesting to me than playing with dolls.

Be careful with this notion, and symbolism of itching.  When the body is healing, sometimes it itches.  That is actually true.  Just something as simple as a scratch can itch when it is healing below the skin’s surface.

Holly is a deciduous tree; it grows in Oregon.  They planted holly in our Plant City home and my mother removed it and replaced it with something else.  Like she didn’t want to be reminded of Oregon anymore, or it meant something else to her.

Holly’s outfit with the plaid shirt, this is a little weird and disconcerting, I dressed like that for a Halloween party I went to when I worked at Hilton, with pigtails, and freckles.  I don’t like Halloween that much, I don’t like dressing in costumes and that was all I wanted to do for a costume, a hillbilly.  It was not a very good costume.

Was Stanley Tucci actually cast because I lived on Eliot?  TS Eliot?

Probably the green house, is meant to show the state of Oregon, that’s why it is a house.  I talked about Oregon being very green, green trees everywhere, there is not much other color in the landscape.  It could also represent, envy.

The sketch of the dead bird looks like Edgar Allen Poe.  I remember reading along as someone else in the class read out loud a poem by Edgar Allen Poe in middle school.  They must have seen it on my face.  When they read his most famous poem, The Raven, I started brain-thinking, who was this man, what made him want to write something like this, and it sent me to England.  I would have told you Edgar Allen Poe was an Englishman because I remember going in my head to England.  The Raven, Elijah sat by the brook Cherith and the ravens fed him from the Bible, 1 Kings 17.

The sketch book she finds in his room, is my mother’s Architecture class she took at Mt. Hood Community College.  She liked architecture, and wanted to be and work in architecture – Housesitter, the movie – so, why would her teacher and professor want to discourage her from pursuing it?

This sketch book set off an alarm about my mother’s architecture course, this man is still alive, and he would have been working with another man who was also taking his course.

Was the hair-style of Clarice Starling in the original script?  It is similar to Susan Parrish in Meet Joe Black, and I had cut my hair when I was 13, 14?  This was the time my father was teaching English to Japanese exchange students, he was teaching them at Mt. Hood Community College, it was during the summer, there were no other classes going on at that time.

The floorboard is a little worrisome.  This looks like my next-door neighbor from my most recent former home.  My father was taking too long to lay the wood flooring my mother wanted, to replace the carpeting, so I did it.  My neighbor came over and spoke to me at our front porch while I was doing this.  It’s not that complicated to place hardwood flooring.  This man’s mother had died before he moved next door, I never really liked him.  It is worrisome.  I saw the look in his eyes when I had lost a lot of weight, he walked over to my house, and spoke to me, I shut him down.  That’s the fastest way to write that, I did not allow him to speak to me.  I saw the look in his eyes.

Any cold, wet thing, I don’t like from Twilight, that’s me not being able to breathe or run in Oregon because of the cold, wet air and/or asthma.  Running, running with a dog, not a bad idea if you are a runner, to run with a dog to be safe.  We did run track outside in Oregon as often as the teacher wanted, and I did have a difficult time breathing and running then, I stopped, I remember at least once.  It felt like a hole the size of my lungs like in the movie Death Becomes Her only I could feel it in my lungs not my bellybutton, this could just be brain-speaking.

Do you want to know how they caught the guy?  How they got to his house?  I got to have a boyfriend from school.  I spent a night at a friend’s house, we all stayed out in their open-aired porch, and I kissed a boy most of the night.  This house, was close if not on Powell Blvd.

None of my concern, from the movie Up, is probably me.  Did you phrase the question correctly?  Did you ask a question at all?  When men were brain-speaking to me, did they phrase it in the form of a question?  If they don’t really know what they are asking me, I am not really going to understand what they want.  This is also referenced in Sherlock, who is my client.

Think about the writing assignments in the movie A River Runs Through It, writing as a metaphor for brain-speaking, it would be the reason for an economy of words.  Not to brain-speak in full sentences, but in words.  In the movie, A River Runs Through It, with Paul sitting on the steps while Norman re-writes the writing assignment, it makes it appear as though Paul did not have the same trouble as Norman (Norman, is not my real father in this movie) in getting the writing assignment correct the first time.  This appears to be me as Paul and another boy as someone else’s real son as Norman.

It is a matter of will.  The difference between being able to do something because they want to do it and someone being smart enough to be able to do something.  Also, I was really unable to grasp that all of this was about me.

Not to date anyone with a Navy from Sherlock.  Look at it this way, not to date/anyone/with/Navy.  Not to date?  This is a question.  Why is Cherith not dating?  Why haven’t they allowed Cherith to be seen with men and dating men?  Anyone?  As though there are no men around that would be willing and Cherith would like as well to date?  And this question does appear to be from the Brits pertaining to my handling.  With, meaning working together, and Navy, inaudible.

There is another to this as well, Not to date anyone with a Navy.  It is, not to date, stop.  It is code to be read, not to date then stop, or period, or end transmission.  Not to date, that is in reference to the Spanish royal man I wrote about.  Why someone else made this connection I am not sure, it is just not appropriate is the best way to write it.  A dating scenario is just not appropriate.

May 7, 2019: READ: Prison Is A Powerless Place

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May 7, 2019

Give him kisses on the tops of his feet, from me.  Kisses on the tops of his feet, not his toes, not his heels, not the bottom of his feet, before the arch and at the base of his toes, give him kisses from me.  He has a lot of work to do, he might not entirely know how much work he needs to do in his head, on himself, but he has a lot of work to do.  You should let him work with me.  Of course, if I write it and tell people then they just do the opposite, but he has a lot of work to do on himself.  He would benefit from working with me.

You realize the majority of unsolved crimes lie – not code, it is just English, it is the English language and nothing more – in prisons and jails with criminals convicted of other crimes.  Their families and loved ones do not get closure and answers because these crimes are unsolved.  That is a reason to work with convicted felons, to solve unsolved crimes.

I was not embarrassed by humbling myself eating kisses for this man in prison.  You should let his family know I was not embarrassed, let the families of his victims know, I was not embarrassed to humble myself before him and others, so he would have a memory for the rest of his life.

Yes, I saw him, I saw the real Hannibal Lecter, in an instant, my mind however, was already at work, so who was there and not in the building?  Yes, since moving here church and Sunday services have lost meaning to me.  A lot of it has to do with this complex.  I don’t really get to feel like myself.

Boots, the girl in pink and boots from the movie Bandits, is me, Aunt Bootsy from the movie Rush Hour, these are all just references to the horse that stepped on my foot when I was taking horseback riding lessons.  The horse didn’t hurt my foot, I had boots on.

His feet and my boots are not the same.  He might not quite get the kisses on his feet, it might take a few days for him to get it, understand it, realize the pain and hurt.  It’s where his hurt is, on his feet.  Give him kisses from me.  On his feet.

He is a soulful man; I am not sure he would agree with that.  He has a lot of work to do.  He is at least willing to search within himself.  And, it does look like he would be able to help.

I am not sure why, nor am I sure he knows quite the reason why the scene of the man, Daniel from the movie Collateral getting shot in the head is so disturbing to him.  He sees me there, he sees others there, and he has regrets, and there is something more just from that scene.

They’re out to get your house from the movie, Up, is just my head, my brain.  And be careful because Charles Muntz’s character is a good guy, getting the bad guy.  Just as Cherith is Juntao from Rush Hour, and Shan Yu in Mulan, I am Death, I am in their heads, I was already in their heads before any alterations took place to my body.

We tried to smoke Kevin out from the movie Up, probably just means people were using my brother to get my mind and brain back to the place I was before my fiancé ruined the functioning of my brain-speaking, where I was just a natural, brain-talker, thinker.  It really is no judgement on smoking or not, it is about using my brother, and it wouldn’t work, uh, duh.  Gross.  Just think about it for a minute.  Gross.  That is not a handler, it’s a brain thing, and it is not that difficult.

Prison is a powerless place.  That alone is difficult to deal with, live with, and not to have understood before they, he, or anyone got there, to prison.

Prison, jail, is a powerless place.

May 7, 2019: READ: The Window

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May 7, 2019

The window that is seen being broken in both the Silence of The Lambs and The Lovely Bones is my father’s bedroom window in our home in Oregon.  It was also a sort of rec-room.  It was where the television was for many years.  It was on the bottom, or first floor of our split-level home.  There were no sheers to stop uninvited eyes from looking inside.  It’s my father’s bedroom.  The wood-burning stove was also in this room.

It was my parent’s bedroom until I was eleven years of age.  I would not sleep in my own bed until my father took me from their bed kicking and screaming one night, I never went back to their bed.  My mother moved into another bedroom after that night and did not return.  They should have been allowed to divorce, so they each could have been loved and happy.

It tells me someone was nearby, watching, and watching their bed and bedroom and that is why I would not leave them.  I felt a warning and I did the only thing I knew to keep them safe and alive – to be near them.

The broken leg doll in the newest version of The Wizard of Oz is about my brother and perhaps my mother’s broken legs.  My brother just stepped off a curb while walking down the street with me and broke his leg.  It seems this is another medical research, another way to set people up for medical treatment and sometimes, death.

It appears the reason they remade The Wizard of Oz was for me to figure out who killed Heath Ledger.  I’ve already done that.

The Heaven reference in The Lovely Bones is just brain-thinking, brain-seeing, don’t walk into things, brain-work.  It looks more like One Hour Photo, than The Lovely Bones, and it looks like this serial killer is already in prison.

Was this in the original scripting?  Mufflers, or a long-knitted scarves worn around the neck either draped, twisted, or worn long is me, receiving my Best Supporting Actress award in middle school.  At least one photo I am looking at my brother who is on the floor in front of me, I am sitting in a chair, cross-legged with a look that sort of says, I know you better than that, sort of disapprovingly.

The consulting criminal in Sherlock does make it appear as though the real Hannibal Lecter has been helping authorities for some time now.  Burn the heart out of you, from Sherlock is good acting, good scripting, and probably a reference to my mother’s heart problems.  It means at times in the script, the real Hannibal Lecter is Sherlock.  Get it?

Find the will to stop, from Twilight, is about finding the will to stop killing, to stop killing people.  Edward Cullen, EC, Carl and Ellie, EC from the movie Up.  The lead actresses name in Twilight is an abbreviation for the state of Kansas, or brain-thinking, brain-work.  Obviously, I am both Bella and her daughter, two mother’s names, two women’s names, that is my grandmother and my Aunt who died from strokes.

Sucking the venom from Bella’s wrist, is, most likely, handcuffs, the wrist being where handcuffs are placed.  If someone copied after the script and purposefully put me in a car crash, made me pass out, so they could break my arm, and then call it an accident?  That’s criminal.

I just drank six ounces of water from my Zero water filter and gained 1 pound.

My cats are very stressed because I am stressed.

May 6, 2019: READ: Out of The Question

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May 6, 2019

It’s out of the question.  I had been thinking about what someone once said to me about learning to shoot, to shoot a gun; however, under threat of unemployment that sort of stress would not be conducive to a successful learning experience.

My mind is on other matters, such as, stability.  Stability includes no diet altering.

He looks like a new man, at least from what I’ve seen, he looks like a new man.

I am upset.  It feels like I’ve lost a job.  So, I have other matters on my mind, don’t I?