Sunday, July 23, 2017

The end of the book.

I want to move to Los Angeles and learn to surf safely. I just had my book stolen, fuck the police. I told them twice. They said some dumb shit like what do you want us to do? Obviously you need to go catch some criminals. That mother fucker who went by the name Gary Webb from outsource.com who Anthony Pavone was right about the comment I heard in my head is that you'll really like to enjoying fucking these people up imprisoned. I don't know what to do or who to tell. I want to fucking riot. I don't know what to say or do any more after staying positive and hearing about Jason's heart conditioning from dumbshit like you have to know coca-cola is an instagram drug. Because I don't know what else to right endlessly, perfection is hard to reach. From here I don't know if I'm going to believe in this made up scam. It looks to me I have the same damn narcissistic pieces of shit not tolerating what I wished to do in life. Nothing to talk about, found a loophole that has nothing to do with anybody. Keep writing about the same people's problem to me to be easy. That was easy and that's about it. Now what am I supposed to believe forthcoming evidence of what has been replaying. What am I supposed to do keep it happening? Put in a damn mile of space and hit damn dun. I think I believe in a better reality then I've had to dodge before, fucking retarded. Fuck you and a satellite problem I can't deal with yet. I have no solution for anything but to be above it all and the properties below the federal levels. There's nothing to fucking say. Even though I feel like my badge of honor should let me end my listening problematic enough. Keep writing if you want to, but I'm getting very disturbed at the hypocrisy of these qualities. I find I'm not entirely able to use my I don't know what to put into the app but I can't use it as your right and that's a thousand words or something I can't ever even do and that's about it.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

I'm really tired of being the one jerked off without words.

Now that nothing is over, I don't really know if people are dead or not. I've only come to the conclusion people really are cops and that's the way it has to be. Except I'm absolutely positive that I know I've been ripped off for my time like any military soldier has been or civilian of what they know. Every location I've ever been there is always some asshatted motherfucker using me up in my time and energy of thoughts. Every fake fraudulent pranking son of a Bitch. I really think about the military numbers and wonder if they even exist. Because since everything is so overprotect, how do you reach out to any of them? They are always running around walking fast in camoflauge placeholding shit for some other motherfucker hunting on their life.  Placated by porn and it's strange delivery systems. Since I've had to wait all my life for a real fucking relationship without interference, I'm obviously so poor now still fucking waiting for it to happpen. Endless like interviews of conspiratorial ugly and poor people. Waste my fucking time in my head. Now everything I've written goes up on down and out to a mainstream media. Trying to sue people with a chopped up line of defense and an educational deficit as well. So much wrong shit has happpened to me. People are fucking insane and that makes me insanely brilliant...

Friday, July 14, 2017

I want to kiss and girl so bad and have her pick up the phone when I call. For her to be around me and at her place when I randomly popping in. I don't want to have to deal with signs of a bad relationship. Communication is the most important thing, even between friends and staying that way. There's nothing to explain when no words are spoken. Fuck, make me believe in a truth to send me in a better direction for once in my life instead of in the wrong one. I would like a UCLA babe to be my girlfriend. Strange to see them never around and approaching me, ignoring the wrong ones. I can't find the time to go to these places I'd like to go. There's just too many questionable people putting me on the defensive. I want to blow up at the mighty pushing their shit at me.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Random thoughts.

I feel like shit and have for a long time. A little bit too short and unsweetened. Thinking about the party division in November. Holidays upcoming and my plans to travel away permanently. Not like I've found a red headed doll to fall in love with. Even though that would be like going from good to great. I don't have anyone who gives a fuck how I feel. To keep it real. No reason of mine to carry around a line anymore. Niggers, chunks, and faggots molest my mind and have wasted my life. I can't work anymore because of the latest robbery even though I shouldn't blame myself because of my fucking name. Not happy with it. Fucking. People in charge. Of money and everything else are idiots.  I'm going  fail another class because It won't work online. I really want t transfer to a better area but I know that's going to be a big move. Especially since I don't have any solid contacts anywhere. Tbh I only have a few different groups I know and not the ones I'd like to know. So I'll have to weed people out all over again dealing with all the vullshit and the losses. No help from anybody. Since I'm some poor guy, fucking good looking. Doesn't help me situate what. Need to do, I always imagined I'd own a studio condo that was new furnished the way I'd IKEA like it. You know, a waterbed cali king sized,      Big ass life's good tv combination entertainment center, everything tech I buy should already be legally prepaid and fully equipped. I don't ever want to have to type in another password or confirm a fucking add persons ad delivery to me. I think I'll stick mainstream, especially premium only, but it's getting old not being able to buy hookers. It really only takes one to get started back into the game. But this time around I feel I'd rather close the loop and stay on top of these bitches. Too many times I'm running around with no crew, I'll reach the pot of gold myself and not have a friendly face to follow me. I really realize I must be better running with myself and am better off alone until I find what I'm looking for. Since these are some pretty songs and interfaced in. I'm not really happy with the fact that I'll just be sent to a strip club to lose my virginity by myself and not even be able to break all the rules because you think I was cool. Or even keep the girl because it's against the rules. Rather start running in the mornings and eatin well. But it's hard to even get in more than two meals a day. Have to run off to the food bank, hard to keep control of my money when everyone around me is preying on it. Can't save shit, even when I make shit. I don't believe there is an honest rich kid in America who would help me out in a limitless way, I wouldn't know what to say.

Don't feel like typing he way I should, I wouldn't have had any problems had I armed my own security system but nobody taught me just the fuck how that works. Thanks for evicting me when you failed to do that. Nice to have my neighbor across the street fuck me in the mouth. Satan theory lately..assholes coming over because I don't even know how people got my address. People talking about me all the time except I failed to be included in the conversation so I don't know what's going on. No one claims to know wevryone else that I know. Friends that came through just looking at what I got to rob me of everything. Idiots who bring their friends over just to destroy my place. I'm always looking at like one person a crew to take away and build a better one of my own but it never happens.  I'm a leader and not a follower. It doesn't matter much what people have done to me. It's just a waste of life that they continuely get away with it. Such a fine line being raised by Satan and no my father. Sent to dwell in an alien world and the fucking sound kept changing what I thought to say. No one cared to look in on me, both sides of the family just wanting me to have kids and didn't give a fuck about my goals. Ic3 complaint center bullshit you can't even send in one unless you make shit up just to finish their dumb ass form. Thanks alibaba.com for ruining my credit the first time around with your  scams. Just some of the things going on. I'm so fucked I need a completely new identity. Bitches over the phone who scam and cheat right in the office. I even had a whole card for 20k wiped by a bankruptcy and they get away Scott free. Fucking can't even sign myself on a place to live because I keep losing from everybody else around me, that's the truth. I only imagine a gypsy would say to me, Timmy You just got to get some Americans to fucking listen too you. Because that's the only sensible option to solve your problems. All this crime going on right around me, just ruining my grades, credit, and mind. Bad advice from everyone I know. Even though it's great to have a porch with a view of the sky at night, semi out in the country even so that the light doesn't block the stars and the moon. Dealing wit th what I have to its like someone with a B attaining someone with an A.

Crawling out of this rabbit hole! ... again

Just remembering Joseph Lee getting drunk and The Puerto Rican Cowboy Hitman. Actually liked his lil shit. Josefly was a good memory.  But talking to Yoyo again we have matching contact formats. A loophole that should be closed as far as persona security goes. I always feel like I'm thinking as if I were getting into the minds of happy girls. Women who used to be girls. It helps me deal with my own engrams (painful memories) and issues. I don't know if I can get any closer to the courts without actually knowing who works in them. But those are ex-hacker issues. And all that anarchist stuff (I used to sell; sold). Feel slightly sick by myself. #Goingtobed

Update:; I'm still in this rabbit hole. Negotiating with my past. Not getting anywhere with no good god damn girl to find on the internet. Can't even get a quickie or nothing. Man, I miss being a scrawny little hybrid who was a rich kid. There is nothing here to use for me and my life. It's now or never whatever. I don't know what to do on a Sunday maybe I'll get high tonight.Tomorrow starts the bullshit over again looking for a job. I have to go to Folsom Plaza to mount up some managers to talk with them about interviews and getting hired. Nothing is for sure. I haven't sold anything yet. I forgot I have a guy coming by to get a Cobra for half of what I paid for it. I need to be talking to someone as I type this. Timing never works. How can you have a relationship with all the minuses present and the timing never works up. I've been trying for weeks and even my whole life to try to get something done of this nature and stature. It just got hot. Doesn't make much sense. I'm going to be insane. I want to move to a legal area that works for me. Seatac pays good. But I just need to find a job. Finish this shit. The weather is better up there. People are more like me. I don't know how to take down the Golgatron Goliath bigger and better than me. Whatever the name of it is. Just gaps. In my thoughts. Fuck the techniques. Databasing? I never get asked what I think at the tight opportunity of timing. Should be homework to do.  But since I'm poor. Have no job. Have to battle everything all the time from being pysched fuckless at (nowadays). The noise and the peoples, places, and things who make it are the problem for me now. I've been through all this forced shit for no good reason. I can't even tell my stories. I need to go to rehab sober............or something.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

No questions...

I don't need any choices of words told to me of the wrong opinion. I really want to move to LA, where I can clearly see that glamorous women are more common to me. Had a follower from the Happa facebook group tell me not to talk about TMI and masturbation. It's a problem for me, because there are just not really enough good looking women around where I've lived my entire life. I don't know what I'll be able to become once I get there and what I'll be able to be happy with. I say more women should approach me. Be very direct in your sexual contact. Stop looking at what I got: I can get anything I want with the right person. Of course there are different friends in my life. I can fuck her one on one.