Coffee and breakfast in its usual format has been delayed because – there is a problem.
I have a problem.
I need your help.
The Bluetooth got to report it before I could get my head well enough to my computer as it seems the competition within the workforce is set to hurt me.
A bad connection has been made.
I am uncertain if it was done intentionally or not, however a bad connection has been made. A bad connection to food, cooking, feeding people, being creative in the kitchen – don’t forget my apron post – and creating in my head with the event that took place on 4/24/2018.
A person can crawl out of the desert, but how long does it take before they are able to function well?
My head, my brain was getting better, but they have interfered with my body causing more delays as my skin is on fire, my head hurts, my sleeping is all wrong, and my body is lethargic.
All I want is to be able to have clothes that are clean, smell clean, the whites are white and not dingy, the colors are bright and not dingy. Yet, I am treated to shrinking of my clothes, altering them to shrink, cutting my clothing so I must mend them, soap that doesn’t clean and on and on.
I watched Who Framed Roger Rabbit basically because I was told to.
You and they have yet to figure out my mind and brain are miles and miles away. I am so far ahead. My mind doesn’t work the way you have allowed others to be a part of.
It has been a revelation to understand that YOU do not know why this has been set-up the way it has. I do. I have. I haven’t even had to think about it. Because it happens that fast.
Let me go back a moment.
I ordered my Sherlock t-shirt on the computer in the garage of my Plant City home. Just as I ordered my art posters from the computer in the garage in my PC home.
YOU do not understand that my garage here in this house – is my brain. Left and Right hemispheres of MY brain.
How is it that you have allowed people to be in charge over me, handle me, yet have no idea whatsoever what it means?!
The original blueprint has been stolen, or altered, mislaid, or never communicated.
Somehow along the way it was turned into black and white, men vs women, vision vs copy, on and on – this was never the original context.
There is no choosing when it comes to your brain. You use both parts of your brain. Both the left and the right hemispheres.
It is not a matter of parents, mother or father, California, or a black woman, or a baby, or anything that has been made up since moving here.
The garage is my brain. Orange and green are both my brain. You have lied to the world allowing them to believe it could only be one. You have lied to the world allowing them to believe it is something is never has been, never will be, never could be.
Now, my brain has been in trouble for weeks now. It is getting better, however adding problems and pressure are not a good idea, or work, or help. It is causing delays.
I needed help. I need help. Because I am hurting.
I placed my head on his chest near his shoulder. I needed to be comforted. I needed a place to lay my head. It helped for a moment.
Now, let me write about the man in the green t-shirt. With the circle and the equal sign. Truthfully, I have no idea what that means. I was not looking at his t-shirt. I was looking at this big, strong, tough man who was worried. Worried, concerned, upset, worried, not frightened – worried. He had security problems written all over him. He was silent, yet he was screaming security problems, they have no idea what they are doing, what they are allowing, what they are getting involved in, what they are opening everyone in the building and beyond up to.
I also saw his wounds. He was wounded. If not physically, it has left places all over him like bullet holes, yet bigger. He is a tough man he can take care of himself, he takes care of his family, but he didn’t want to be there. In that building. Or involved at all. He was worried.
With a punch of my fist – shutdown. I do not believe I wrote well enough about the shutdown. If my mind was a building full of steel doors feet thick and miles high with the punch of my fist I closed every single door immediately. If there were people in the building that might have been…
I caution everyone to not allow my mind or opinion to be the final word or – I am running into interference while I am writing in my own home at the moment. This needs to end. They need to vacate the premises immediately, without delay, never to return. I am not God or all knowing, so please do the work. Do not only listen to me.
If my mind was a building full of doors, I closed them immediately. If there were people who could have been trapped, hurt, injured, or killed by the doors closing it had to be done for there was not one second to lose. It had to be done. I was not going to allow that terrorist in my building.
He was a man. Middle-Eastern. Terrorist is the nicest word I can use for I do not know a word for a man like that. He is educated. He has wealth. He has real estate. He is intelligent. He has a family. He is more than a problem.
Complete genocide. It has taken me time to get to write this because it takes time to return from an event like that. Complete genocide of the entire human population. Please read carefully because I am not leaving anything out. He would leave the Earth intact yet destroy the entire human population. Complete genocide.
So, I wonder why this man is alive. Why this man is alive still. He is needed? You think you can get information from him? You won’t. You won’t get anything from him. You need his family? You need his connections? Or no one has been able to impress upon those in power his mind?
Let me tell you, he would destroy every human being without thinking about it. His life is not something he values. Human life is not something he values. If the planet means something to him. Use it.
However, I do not know why this man is still alive.
I wrote, the world was not going to end because I spoke to Barack Obama, then I get a man like that sent from a great distance to me. And, they expect and expected me to immediately – IMMEDIATELY – go back to business as usual.
They have no idea what they have done, nor do they understand as they should never be allowed back in ever again.
I deleted a game program from my computer because of it.
It has caused a problem with my special conversation as I understand it as a job. I will not be able to think of it otherwise in this capacity.
Heavy doesn’t help.
I do not apologize for deleting a newspaper from my tablet either. I must do what I am able to in order to preserve my brain since you have allowed people to be in charge of me, over me, and handle me who are incapable of understanding or have the intelligence to understand.
The event of 4/24/2018 has caused all writing to be delayed as I am trying to recover. Inadequate sanitation is shamefully unacceptable. It only further delays recovery time.
If that was Matthew Rhys on Tuesday, I believe I said it was David at first because it was David Wolfe on the motorcycle. Placing a connection. I couldn’t understand it because the man I saw was too short to be David. If I had to guess. The reason he did not read as an actor must come (please do not read into this word, fuckers) from all the people he has been around for research and help in his role.
All of these that I write about or think about I do not receive confirmations or denials about.
Also, to clarify since as I wrote earlier YOU do not understand what I understand. The reason for the police lane is to allow for other traffic to be placed around me and no other reason. You have allowed for punishment, etc. to take place that were never a part of the original plan or intention.
My head is not in a good place.
Heaviness is never a help. It slows me down more.
The second visit to the dentist was upsetting, uncalled for, and unnecessary. You have bad handlers around me who should never be involved and should be removed immediately, vacating the premises never to return.
They do not understand.
The voice I heard of the Eastern-European man on Tuesday – if what I saw was true – if she is over him. If she is the manager or handler of him – she is not his equal. He out-matches her by a lot. All information he gives her could be filtered because he is capable of using her without her knowing it.
That great big mountain of male flesh you let me look at was a sight for sore eyes. I said in my head he had a weakness. He doesn’t like people very much. It is hardly a weakness of any sort, but if your job is to read people and you don’t really like people in so much as he does not go out of his way for people it can be a weakness. It is hardly a problem those in the rest of the world would understand. They asked me to see and that is the only thing that stood out. Otherwise he is as solid as he is built.
Truthfully, I am uncertain anyone wants to read these. Yet, these people are placed in front of me. I cannot help the way I see them. It is something I have always had.
Pet food. This is something I see around him. He is involved with pet food, animals, he comes from a famous family. He is a wonderful family man. He is the kind of man who plays board games with his family and enjoys them. I heard he lives a charmed life. I said, no. He has a nice life. He has not had it easy. There was meanness and fighting when he was younger. Not charmed.
At the Red Sparrow screening, a woman with brunette hair wearing a white zip-front hoodie appeared after my Guinness purchase. I said, loyal. I said in my head, he would be so proud. That woman is so loyal and in love with her husband, her family, and the life they have made – he, her husband would be so proud, ‘til the end of his days, he would be proud if he could see her the way I read her.
Also, at the Red Sparrow there was the sophisticated man who was surprised I spotted him so quickly.
My Earth Science teacher was the one who mentioned in class that driving was creative. I remember him speaking although I was not paying much attention to much else.
There was the military man with the sluggish brain. It is not due to age. I said, if he has been overseas he should go on a cleanse. It is possible to eat food that could have had a parasite that you would ingest, and it would live in your gut. Jordan Rubin, Garden Of Life. I suggested a holistic approach to health, perhaps his house needs a specific eye, and there is a loss of communication in his relationship that is causing strife. Help him, please. I gave him a kiss on his forehead, is what I said.
Does anyone really want to know these?
I an uncertain I should be writing these at all.
My skin in burning.
I have a heavy bowling ball in my stomach.
I need to lie down again.
I have lost all desire for food.