Saturday, October 5, 2024 (II)

11:56

Well, I've lost the blog post that I posted, this morning. It's not in my Wix app.

I'm going, now, down to SE Hawthorne, around SE 46th and SE 47th, to pan-handle. Put some money in the cup.

I really need hundreds of dollars and am happy to reimburse anyone, for a loan. The banks have stolen my money.

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13:23

I got to the closed restaurant that's on the corner and the picnic tables weren't there. I yelled for some help for about 48 minutes. I'll keep trying.

My internet access is blocked. I couldn't post this selfie. I'm back on wi-fi at the coffeehouse.

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14:54

I bought clean clothes and new shoes. These Satanic, psychopathic, human traffickers have made me so large and mis-shapen that I can't put them on. They talk as though I am a cartoon character and they're playing pretend.

"I'm not a doll, or, a toy. I'm not an object to possess. I'm a born person. I deserve Rights. I am free. I have choice. I am real." - R. Regan

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20:03

After lunch, I fell asleep on the couch at the coffeehouse. I had the turkey panini that Sam Hithye eats all the time. I agree that the bacon doesn't make it that much better. I'll order it without, next time.

Nobody has made direct contact.

The terrorists are still transporting onto my body. Slower, today. The dirty, nuclear weapons still have big, illegal, Robotics-things locked onto my legs and feet. It's impossible to walk. They over-power me.

The pasta restaurant is closed on Mondays. Our anniversary dinner is tomorrow night. They're open until 11:00 P.M., on Sundays. Sam Hithye has eaten there, before. He's had the ravioli. They say everything on the menu is delicious. It's southern-Italian style. Both of us have been unable to choose one thing off the menu. On Thursday, we started trying to decide. They don't have pasta carbonara. If we go after 9:00 P.M., they offer a limited menu. He probably wants us to order the same thing.

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