Thursday, September 19, 2024

10:58

     The threat is too great.  I fear for my safety.

     I don't have file access, or, the schedule, or, variable scripts, for the terrorist-military's joint attack against me, personal.  It is coordinated, orchestrated, and escalating.  The U.S. military, legitimate, has not gotten ahead of it.

     The military, here, intentionally leaks about lynch mob conspiracies from military intelligence that commit murder then cover it up.

     The chains, local, haven't held.  Please advance, and, not get caught up by theatrical distractions that move them into position.  They overtake everything.

     We won't give up our Country.  We won't give up our children.

     I'm without direct contact.

     I want to go home.

Today, I took the selfie-photo, shown above. I'm in here, behind them, held by dirty, nuclear systems, against my will, alive and conscious.

Last night, I slept about 3 hours. I drank a Diet Pepsi. I'm hungry. I listened to, "Dummy," by Portishead.

"Sour Times", by Portishead

Lyrics

To pretend no one can find

The fallacies of morning rose

Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes

Courtesies that I despise in me

Take a ride, take a shot now

'Cause nobody loves me, it's true

Not like you do

Covered by the blind belief

That fantasies of sinful screens

Bear the facts, assume the dye

End the vows no need to lie, enjoy

Take a ride, take a shot now

'Cause nobody loves me, it's true

Not like you do

Who am I, what and why

'Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday

Oh these sour times

'Cause nobody loves me, it's true

Not like you do

After time the bitter taste

Of innocence, decent or race

Scattered seeds, buried lives

Mysteries of our disguise revolve

Circumstance will decide

'Cause nobody loves me

It's true

Not like you do

'Cause nobody loves me

It's true

Not like you

Nobody loves me

It's true

Not, like you do

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Beth Gibbons / Geoffrey Paul Barrow / Adrian Francis Utley / Lalo Schifrin / Henry Brooks / Otis Turner

Sour Times lyrics © Sony/atv Melody, Chrysalis Music Ltd., Peer International Corporation, Lenlew Music, Chrysalis Music Ltd

The cash deposits made to my account held by U.S. Bank have not posted. I think that they're, "driving me to suicide."

Last night, I made it to the pizza place, for dinner. I had a slice of Hawaiian, and, a slice of Chicken Pesto, which had red, bell peppers and black olives.

This morning, I got a cup of coffee. They were out of day-old bagels. I got a day-old slice of banana bread. It was the end-piece, with one side caramelized, from the pan.

Please continue to document my imprisonment, denied by the government. Please fight for Democracy and our freedoms!

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18:55

I went to the burger place. It was delicious! I was hungry. Then, I waited outside the barber shop, while Sam Hithye and teams, assigned, got haircuts. Sam Hithye needed a shave.

I don't feel well enough to do anything, or, go anywhere.

I've been crying.

Please hold the chains, up. There's heat radiation blaring in, when they fall. We won't give up our Country! Save the planet!

“If freedom of speech is taken away, then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter.” — George Washington

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