Tuesday, September 17, 2024

Please make a cash deposit, if you're able, to my checking account held by U.S. Bank.

U.S. Bank

1225 SE Cesar E Chavez Blvd, Portland, OR 97214

Acct. name: Jennifer S. Miller

Acct. no.: 169702550206

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09:38

Yesterday, after I went to the bank, I sat in a coffeehouse, in the air-conditioning, all afternoon. I was lethargic and over-powered, with severely intoxicated brains "locked" onto mine, against my will. I ate a scone, for lunch, that I couldn't afford.

Last night, I went out to the Taco Bell, for dinner. I got there, at about 8:00 P.M. and the door was locked. An employee came out, from behind the counter, mouthed, "We're closed," and moved her hand in front of her neck, in the knife to the throat gesture. A woman's bag and sweater were on the counter, inside, in the same place as I've seen before, through the locked door. The hat was sitting on the last booth. The yellow cone was next to the bathroom door. Someone's re-creating a crime scene, repeatedly.

The people, here, live in fear of the military gangs.

I took the bus back, to the pizza place. I had the daily special, 2 slices + a soda pop. I had the buffalo chicken pizza. It was delicious!

I took the bus out to the house, where I rent a room. I had to take the cans down, to the curb, for pick-up. My personal ID tag read on sub-level 3.9+. The floor that I should be on, far north, is sub-level 3.5.

Then, I walked around the corner and had a smoke break. I had to walk about ten blocks to the gas station. Sam Hithye had been falling asleep, and, going unconscious, all day, from a fascist threat out of Michigan. I walked about four blocks, then started to hallucinate that I was walking past buildings and talking out-loud about sitting down to take a break. When the military teams, assigned, woke me up, I was dis-oriented. A narrator was asking which direction I was walking. I couldn't see clearly. I stopped to look. I was on the opposite side of the street, walking back towards where I had just come from. I didn't remember crossing the street, at all.

I crossed the street and turned westward, walking more quickly to try to stay conscious. When I walked into the 24-hour gas station, I was completely over-powered and puppeted, flirting with the gas station attendant about coffee. I don't know who they were. When I walked out, I think a weapon scope hit me so hard, again, that it hurt. The U.S. Air Force is still running weapons on my under-garments, against my will.

I drank a 32-oz. Vitamin Water and sat, for a while, to wait for teams, assigned, to get the terrorists off of me. I asked an Army medic, assigned, for medication. When I looked at the clock, it was 2:30 A.M. I went to sleep.

This morning, I was awake at 4:00 A.M. The illegal systems were still running on us to make us fall asleep, or, go unconscious. I dozed, off and on, past sunrise.

I got a cup of coffee and a day-old, cherry, dark chocolate, scone, for breakfast. They were out of day-old bagels, which was upsetting. The scone was nice and soft, made with lots of cream.

I sent an E-mail to my contacts. Here's an excerpt:

     By relay, I'm told that my rent has been paid, for October, November, and December of 2024.  Current, I'm still held, against my will, on sub-level 3.9.  I've been advised that due to terrorists and criminals, visible, in the house, it is not safe for me to return, currently.  My personal property is in my room, in a kitchen cupboard, and in the refrigerator.  I'm still being threatened, by people in the house, all of whom have personal, line systems.  I fear for my safety.

     There is some perishable food, in the fridge, that's wrapped, and, part of a loaf of bread, in the cupboard.  I think that I'll need U.S. Army, assigned, to go, there, out-of-cloak, to throw away what's been opened, or, has expired, soon.  I have a houseplant, on the book shelf, in my room, that could be watered.  I don't expect it to survive.  It's from the grocery store and replaceable.  I think that everything else in my room is fine.  One window is propped open.  I'd been asked, by the landlord, to open the closet door, daily.  Is that a concern?  Thank you, for your help.

     Current, I don't have a working phone.  I don't receive E-mails.  My communication methods are controlled by threats.

     I'll continue to write-out.  Please continue to try to make direct contact.

Here's some rock n' roll music:

Feel the Pain, by dinosaur, jr.

Lyrics

I feel the pain of everyone

Then I feel nothing

I feel the pain of everyone

Then I feel nothing

I feel the pain of everyone

Then I feel nothing

I feel the pain of everyone

Then I feel nothing

Is it up to me?

You won't wait to see

Screwed us both again

About as close as you dare

I feel the pain of everyone

Then I feel nothing

I feel the pain of everyone

Then I feel nothing

Is it up to me?

You won't wait to see

Screwed us yet again

About as close as you dare

Hey now, take it back

Get off the attack

Trailin' on your scene

Just try and keep it clean

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Joseph Donald Mascis Jr

Feel the Pain lyrics © Spam As The Bread Music

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Yesterday, I threw my book in the garbage. The main character was a lame criminal and a derelict. Who would want to read that smut? It was "Rabbit, Run", by John Updike. I had been forbidden to read it twenty years ago, because it was a rape threat in the organized crime rings' "points" game. It's confirmed to be not worth reading. The U.S. Army-Sand Point is reconsidering my mandatory reading list. They were all books that were made into threats against me, personal.

The library branch, in the neighborhood, just closed for two years, for renovation.

Somehow, my reading being made into a threat against me, personal, has been spreading, like kudzu, again. I may have to give it up, again. It's further evident that the "points" game, lynch mob takes away anything that I sincerely enjoy.

Human trafficking is deplorable. Save the children!

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15:05

I don't feel well. I'm lethargic. I can't move well. It's threatening to rain.

I went to get something, for lunch. The burger place had a handwritten sign on the door. They were closed, today. I came to the Taco Bell.

I can't do the tasks, and, errands that are on my list. I'm not functional.

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18:53

I ate at the Taco Bell. It was very good. The Mountain Dew, from their fancy, digital, soda fountain is fantastic.

Then, I took the bus down to a bar. I sat outside, on the sidewalk, at a picnic table, drank Diet Rite, smoked several Winston Lights, and listened to the music. It was a nice treat!

The rain threatened, again.

I came to the pizza place, in order for teams, assigned, en cloak, to take whole pies, to-go, to eat all night. They've been working extraordinarily hard! I had a slice of pepperoni, pineapple, and bleu cheese. It was delicious!

The rain is really threatening, to fall, by the boatload.

Who'll Stop the Rain?, by Creedence Clearwater Revival

Lyrics

Long as I remember the rain been comin' down

Clouds of mystery pourin' confusion on the ground

Good men through the ages tryin' to find the sun

And I wonder, still I wonder, who'll stop the rain?

I went down Virginia, seekin' shelter from the storm

Caught up in the fable, I watched the tower grow

Five Year Plans and New Deals, wrapped in golden chains

And I wonder, still I wonder, who'll stop the rain?

Heard the singers playin', how we cheered for more

The crowd had rushed together, tryin' to keep warm

Still the rain kept pourin', fallin' on my ears

And I wonder, still I wonder, who'll stop the rain?

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: John Cameron Fogerty

Who'll Stop the Rain lyrics © Jondora Music, Shanty Kelyn Music, Concord Copyrights

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