THAT’S NOT CREDIBLE! (or: you a liar) 1988 reunion special …

She was the Haglamite wench,
she road a shark and hunted cowboys.

She was the last mistress to Jaol …
Her belly is filled with acid.
Her brain is confused by echoes …

She remembers old overdoses,
and dark alleys,
fumbling and greasy hands,
her body being used by many.

“When they told me my baby wouldn’t live because I didn’t have any money? – that bothered me a little … and then I went to the mall.”

They will serve you walrus pizza.

They will serve you the bowel of apes.

They will harvest eel meat from the eels that live deep inside the dark, murky sea …

KFC?

They have chicken?

Or is it the meat sack GMO beast that hangs lonely in some warehouse in New Jersey?

(yum)

He bought me in Thailand, my family had been killed by the GIs … my mother raped.

I was left in an orphanage …

I heard the bombs fall, as I leapt to my feet …

I knew Pol Pot was coming, I couldn’t keep on running.

I sold myself for food, for a home, for a chance.

And now I stand here, with this fucking apple on my head.

They found him wandering the streets …

“Hey old Chinese man, you want to make $50?”

That’s what Fran Tarkington said …

They found him struggling with his mind, a former officer of Chiang Kai Chek … a former killer, a lover.

They offered him cocaine, whiskey, and pain.

“Fran …”

“Yeah boobs …”

“Yeah … my name is Kathy Lee Crosby …”

“Oh yeah … boobs …”

Kathy never forgot.

She spent years in Europe, learning the sword, co-mingling with blacksmiths …

She built a fine claymore, and found Fran late one night …

“Hey, boobs?”

Drinking snake champagne, we kept seeking after the path to Bogimbulous …

We grabbed snakes by the roadside, and suckled upon their fangs, milked them for their ire …

“YOUR VENOM IS MY BLOOD!”

“YOUR VENOM WILL OPEN THE LAZARUS GATE …”

But demons were tracking them.

Because women sweat too? – there’s Lady Speed Stick Anti-Perspirant …

Because women are chased in the night? – we provide dioxin and aluminum and mercury and other stuff that will fill your heart with nothing but poison for your lovers …

Because you sweat …

Like men …

“Tough like a man, soft like a woman …”

He was going to kill that guy.

A man who had abused him since he was a kid.

He was going to hunt him down, stab him, watch him bleed.

That guy had it coming.

But instead? – he’s having a salad from McDonald’s.

(because it’s fresh all day, and that guy ain’t going anywhere)

IF YOU DRINK COORS EXTRA GOLD YOU’LL STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT SHIT YOU DID IN LAOS.

IF YOU DRINK COORS EXTRA GOLD? – YOU’LL STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT SHIT YOU DID IN EL SALVADOR.

IF YOU DRINK COORS EXTRA GOLD? – YOU CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT THE CHIPMUNK KINGS OF KAMBATSIA KNOW …

They told the kid, “go jump in the lake”.

They told him “you’ll be famous, here’s some candy, go do it.”

And now?

That he’s older?

He remembers that fear …

The freezing water …

The smiles of Kathy Lee Crosby as he slowly sunk below the water’s surface.

But it’s ok now.

How did they make us so afraid of gingivitis?

They thought his life was a joke, he was broke. They found him alone in the cage. The offered him the old sage wine …

He was Hooperman … Hooperman …

John Ritter found something bad,
John Ritter found something bad,
John Ritter found something bad …

Now he’s dead …

The Haglamite witch came to his village …

She said “come on our show, we’ll give you wine and whiskey and women and angel dust …”

And the man looked at his stale life, his hovel, the turnip garden out back?

He said: “I’ll shove myself into a box for the witch!”

(he did)

He was the man with two heads.

They found him in the corner of China, tied to a wheel, tied to a horse …

They said, “hey man, we’ll take one head … and give you back your life? End all the strife?”

He said yes …

But now it calls to him, from the bio dump, his old head.

At the labor camp, they toss me fish heads.

At the labor camp, they tell me stories.

They say that one day I will live in a condo. Eat pink champagne … I will drink the broth of love from the frog women … and then the demons will let me sleep.

But that dead head calls.

“Mom …”

“Yeah …”

“Where’s dad?”

“Pealing diabetes sores off his feet …”

“Mom …”

“yeah …”

“Can I have some more Shedd’s Spread Country Crock?”

At that moment, looking at her kid … she knew.

She knew that the world she gave her was a diabetic hell hole.

He is Zoorn, she is Kel …

They were poisoned and re-engineered.

They became smart enough to play basketball, the scientist was happy …

Now their children hang out by the dump, waiting for someone to trip, to fall …

Now they wait to destroy their destroyers …

(soon)

“It’s Hazel! the surfing rabbit …”

Back in the 80’s?

During the commercials?

They would show you all these great foods that are going away … one day.

They would show you pictures of vegetables, eggs, cheese, meat …

(just to say “fuck you, you will be eating bugs one day”)

(just fuck you)

And now we wait.

Remember when a guy would blow bubbles, on family TV, with a cigarette?

And Fran would say “but you can try this at home!”

He wanted me to smoke cigarettes …

He wanted me to use PCP.

He wanted me to hunt the slag-folk of inner butt-crack and feed them to lions for gold!

That’s cigarette smoke in a bubble …

(that’s for kids to watch with their parents)

(before they go get the Shedd’s Spread Country Crock out)

(and spread misery on their pain)

Now the show is over …

Now we are all done …

Kathy is crazy and she is feeling eazy …

Fran and I,
we’ll take her out back,
we’ll show her a good time,
we’ll buy her Spanish fly …

The show is over.

Time to say goodbye …

Grab the crack pipe and get high.

Good night

***

LSR Notes: 9/21/20

11:59 PM

Edited Reality: the use of technology and human psychology to impact both group perception and memory of events. The ability to substitute features, data, and to manipulate imagery to inject something into the past that wasn’t there …

This is being done A LOT with geo-engineering. A lot of films are being edited to remove this “blemish”.

Covid-19 is highly edited, as was “9/11”.

I think this is connected to the “Mandela Effect”.

***

11:49 PM

There is also the “onion theory” of control.

Every layer has control … break through? – you get to a WHOLE NEW LAYER with its own controls.

This is how the system manages the illusion of “advancement” or “rebellion” …

No such things exist, in our system – just illusion.

***

11:37 PM

I conducted an experiment, several months ago, without knowing it …

I interviewed a man, with a huge claim, who is reasonably well known in the environmental world, and who I think, now, is the leader of a death cult.

Those podcasts? – over the top.

Death cults: not banned.

***

11:33 PM

And, I think I’ve been thrown a few “rotten eggs”.

Weird people who end up in my path and cause TREMENDOUS damage.

Good news? – not all are rotten eggs.

But one rotten egg can make you not want to eat eggs for a while.

Was this accidental? I dunno.

2016 was really bad.

***

11:26 PM

I was at Uncle Ike’s today, at opening …

The dude normally would wear a mask to put up the “human control fence”. Today? – nope …

The wife of the Asian mechanic up the street? – no mask this morning.

I’m seeing people wake up – but “they” see it too.

ONE MORE FUCKING THING!

If you think this #scamdemic is about the election? – you are lost … gone.

This was NEVER about the fucking election …

I hope it was just a robbery, with a side of “NWO globalist” crazy … but that’s best case.

It doesn’t end in November.

***

11:20 PM

I think back to that conversation I had in grad school …

When I was still a “humanities geek” and not a programmer.

I heard the early “mythology” of the WWW …

I wasn’t “on the web” until years later …

But the mythology told me: this isn’t going to end well.

(correct)

I saw “Manufacturing Consent” in 2002 with a friend of mine, at IU …

And I said “the WWW is neutral … it can liberate … it can enslave.”

And he believed the propaganda “no Dan, the WWW is NET positive and liberates …”

I look at this scamdemic, and the censorship.

sigh

***

11:14 PM

After 9 years of trying to have an “internet presence” ???

I’ve learned I’m banned everywhere, eventually.

Controlled, banned, shadow banned, boxed in, channeled …

FUCKED WITH.

I don’t know “who” or “why”.

And I don’t think I’m “special” – a lot of people go through this.

***

11:12 PM

A google/@youtube troll asked me:

“Who is deleting your comments?”

I don’t know troll … GO ASK YOUR FUCKING BOSS!

I’ve tried the alt sites too BRO …

I put 90,000 words on STEEMIT … and then got chased off by some douche named “Marky Mark” ..

Yeah … banned everywhere.

***

11:09 PM

Theory: “McMartin Child Abuse Case”

A false flag op, executed by the deep state, to de-legitimize childhood testimony concerning sexual abuse. Also, had a chilling effect on prosecution, providing more cover for pedophiles.

(and it worked for a while)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McMartin_preschool_trial

***

10:52 PM

I like this angle on masks …

***

10:00 PM

Started watching this “That’s not possible …” episode …

Notes are here: https://dfgtc.org/iglooluau/?p=1812

***

7-9:00 PM

***

6 PM

Notes for podcast with Cecil:

a) Surviving in the woods without food, general discussion

— how long can you survive without food, and still be functional?

— how long can you survive without water?

https://www.businessinsider.com/how-many-days-can-you-survive-without-water-2014-5

— how long without salt?

https://manoa.hawaii.edu/exploringourfluidearth/chemical/chemistry-and-seawater/salty-sea/weird-science-salt-essential-life

b) finding plants to eat

  1. https://www.northernbushcraft.com/plants/
  2. https://www.inaturalist.org/guides/10285
  3. https://www.wnps.org/blog/tags/edible-plants
  4. https://www.seattletimes.com/explore/at-home/5-edible-plants-you-can-forage-for-in-your-backyard/

burdock plant: starchy and like artichoke, eat the root.

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“Avoid harvesting from the side of the road, abandoned lots, and other toxic sites.”

Useful for diabetes, and is also a blood thinner ***

Wild Violet: for lettuce like properties … can eat flowers, leaves.

Onion grass: you can the whole thing … long tubular leaves …

Thistle: eat the stalk after stripping outer layer.

c) basic steps to preparing meat, basic tools required

Field stripping: https://extension.psu.edu/proper-field-dressing-and-handling-of-wild-game-and-fish

d) eating insects

https://www.greenbelly.co/pages/edible-insects

e) Quiet forest syndrome and the situation with insects. https://www.businessinsider.com/insects-dying-off-sign-of-6th-mass-extinction-2019-2#:~:text=The%20die%2Doffs%20are%20happening,of%20a%20sixth%20mass%20extinction.

***

12:58 PM

What if I’m the Elk King …

And you kill me during the moonlight of November …

And you eat my heart?

You get to become Wolverine …

AND KILL THE STATE!

No sadness …

Mash their heads to paste.

And then great songs will be sung.

For the coming of Trogar the NOORG.

***

12:46 PM

What if I were Lord of the Orangutan?

***

12:40 PM

I just had an epiphany …

“Aqualung” by Jethro Tull?

Yeah …

That song is about my sister’s french bulldog, “Beans” …

(now I must mock that song)

***

10:42 AM

CS Lewis understood the mind …

He understood demons.

***

10:33 AM

You remember Evel Knievel?

(that’s how I see my situation in #Seattle)

(and it’s not the Grand Canyon)

(it’s the English Channel)

***

9:49 AM

If my last name were Schrodinger?

I would own two cats …

One would be named “I dont’ know” …

The other would be named “I don’t care” …

or …

“Ignorance”

and

“Indifference”

***

9:34 AM

Where is the USA right now?

“Schrodinger’s Lock down”

***

9:08 AM

Predators are paranoid motherfuckers …

That’s pretty much the basis of every fucking ‘ism or prejudice there is …

We’re paranoid, but as humans we need to transcend that.

That’s how you solve “racism”.

Transcend your fear of the “other”.

Black Lives Matter? – reinforces this fear, this trauma.

***

8:52 AM

You can add a question mark to the end of ANY FUCKING SENTENCE.

IF SOME PRUSSIAN SCHOOL SYSTEM, DIAGRAM YOUR SENTENCE, JERK WAD SAYS DIFFERENT?

Tell them to read Lovecraft …

Tell them to read Shakespeare …

Tell them to read Bacon …

And then?

TELL THEM TO FUCK OFF!

AP Style? – Orwellian bullshit, a foot in the door.

Strugs? – same shit.

WRITE IN YOUR OWN STYLE.

ENSURE PEOPLE CAN UNDERSTAND.

LEARN FROM OTHERS.

ALLOW THE FUCKING LANGUAGE TO BREATHE.

***

8:44 AM

THE WORST KIND OF PERSON YOU CAN HAVE ON YOUR TEAM …

No matter their skill level …

Is a naysayer.

I don’t care how good they are, they will impact outcomes.

(that’s why people should be careful about inviting me into crypto projects – I’m an avowed, and stated, skeptic)

***

6:16 AM

I had the same thought yesterday … like …

What if RBG had been dead for several months …

And some ACTUAL REPORTER (one or two still exist) discovered this a week or so ago.

No longer a secret they could keep.

So they roll her out, like Bin Laden in 2011, thaw her out.

***

6:00 AM

If we are in a “get outta dodge” scenario?

Then one possible indication that we’re close to the “end” – the lifting of all shadow bans …

Sounds insane, but that would be the last burst of smoke to cover their escape to bunkers, Micronesian yurts, Antarctica Safe Zone complex.

***

5:48 AM

I go to sleep to the noise of sirens now …

I wake up to the noise of sirens now …

(it’s getting real close)

(I’ll know we’re there, ironically, when that noise STOPS)

… then the real fun begins …

Hypnotizing Women: Chapter 1, “That Hot Glance …”

Look into her eyes.

Focus your eye-beams on her energy loci. The foci of her loci with reverberate at various frequencies in the tune of Mercury.

Take out your fidget spinner …

Place it on the bar, wait.

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She will look back into your beast soul. She will see the wolf spirit, this is when her own EGO will REJECT your mind insertions. Don’t worry.

Begin whispering into her ear:

“I am your cauliflower KING, you are my taco QUEEN.”

Repeat this, over and over, as she calls the cops.

Take your left hand and spin the spinner clockwise. She will lift her eyes from the smart phone, and she will stare at the spinner.

Tell her: “your mind is my waste basket, my heart is your stone.”

Tell her: “the hawks call out your name as the day breaks, your boobs are sexy.”

Now …

She’ll try to get up, go to the door of the bar to get to her UBER … you block her by taking out the “flashing light box” and you turn it on and place it in her visual field.

The flashing light will put her mind into a deep mental state of HX, what you want is MINXUS.

Minxus is the spiritual vibrational zone when a womans L-fluid is moving in balance with the rivers and the streams and the movement of gypsy armies.

When her eyes glaze over, and she says: “I can see that you are my wizard lord …” … then she’s ready. Ready for next steps.

Tell her: “I’ve got the UBER baby …”, and lead her to your car.

She’ll respond: “Beast king, I am your alligator woman.”

At this point, her boyfriend comes out of the bathroom.

He sees you, picks up a beer bottle, and busts your skull. You begin bleeding out on the floor.

Now, comes the real test …

Focus your boy-king tears on your man-boy-wound center. Tell your body to heal itself. Say “fix this fucking dent in my skull and this serious brain hematoma …”

Repeat: “I can be my own vitamin.”

Repeat: “I am safe and good.”

But nothing happens.

“The Day after THAT …”

This man is the missile lord …

He flies through space, powered by fear.

His sky-boat is filled with sideways pirates addicted to cocaine and bad sex …

In his ears echo a constant noise: “just follow orders”

And he will

And the millions must perish, for the Sky Hawk Cult.

He is the judge man, he was sent here, to watch over, and judge his young … and watch them die.

Fires of Hell became his fuel.

He spent his days, so self assured of his knowledge.

But now? – he owns the cemetery …

Now? – he’s ruler of the shrimp.

Now? – no more steak.

“It has been determined …
According to the world league of socialists
and globalists …
That all of you must die,
in a fiery hell.”

“It is being reported,
that missiles have been launched …”

“It has been reported,
that life is a mess …”

“Are you ready for the nukes?”

As mother goddess,
you were protected.

She hid you in her love,
you fit her like a glove,
she grew tired of you … never.

But now she watches,
as nukes go off,
and the world burns,
and her heart yearns,
for that time long ago,
when body wasn’t slow,
and her mind was lantern.

Honey … it’s just an alert.

Honey … I’m just going down to the bar, with my friends …

Honey … it’s just a little crack cocaine on the weekend.

Honey … I think I just killed some man in the darkness of night …

Honey … where’s the shovel.

Honey … just an alert.

I am your radioactive cowboy.

I’m the man who stands up against the commies …

I will launch my nukes at them, they will launch their nukes at us, and I will become the KROGIS-BEAST of ancient times …

When the smoke clears baby? – I will lead the Bograntian funken-folk.

Want some pills?

I can get you some.

Want some pills?

You’ll feel better.

Want some pills?

It will blunt the impact of that 2.5 megaton over burst, as it sets fire to your home, burns your crops, kills your cows, lays waste your “American Dream”.

But do you want some pills?

He took her out behind the football stands.

Nobody knew.

He left her 40 miles from Wichita, in a shallow grave.

Nobody knew.

He was scared, angry, filled with the bloody passion of murder. His mind was screwed up by cheap speed.

But now the nukes are coming.

So it’s fine.

It’s not too late to shop. There’s still time. Load up your cart with Velveeta and wine.

Tell your husband to tie up the cat.
Tell your mother, where it’s at.
Burn the books, the house.
Cull the herd, eat the mouse.
Hide in the cellar, count to 10.

Won’t go back together again.

I am the SKY HAWK SHAMAN … this is my penis.

I shoot my load, a whole bunch of people go away. They travel up in the sky, fast as a bird, and then settle on forests and fields and the sea …

The SKY HAWK SHAMAN rules the bridge between this world and the next.

Taste my goo.

Each day the BOY would kneel before his god …

Laid down there, before BAAL, as ordained by his parents that were too busy smoking PCP upstairs.

He just stared at lord RUNKTIS, and it whispered into his ear.

It spoke of dark times, and slave armies, and the blood of power.

This is Pandora’s box.

It’s made of steel and blood.

It’s covered in demon jizz, and other things not worth mentioning …

You want to open that box?

You know what’s inside?

The gun you used to kill that hooker …

Your spare heroin and needle …

(and the launch codes)

Professor Smarty-Pants looks up from the horizon and sees the dragon’s tail, over the edge.

He sees the fire and smoke.

He knows the world is broke.

He was quoting old Nietzsche to sound really smart.

Another woman broke his heart.

And now he will simply wait, and be smug.

“Honey, yeah … I think I left the iron on when I left this morning … and there’s nuclear war.”

“Honey, yeah … I think I forgot to pay the electrical bill … and shit … DID YOU KNOW MISSILES ARE COMING … ???”

“Honey … I never loved you … I always hated you. Bye.”

Where are we running to?

Where are we running from?

Don’t we know that the demons chasing us?

The demons behind us …

The demons tracking us …

They’re looking FOR FLESH!

And the bombs will cook us up like a Kansas city filet.

And all the rental units will go unsold.

Crimson sun, deadly son …

Light keeper of Satan …

Dark lord of rotten peas …

Privileged seeker of gods, when the various deities spend their time drinking honey wine and casting lots and cutting up small dogs for lumpen-meat.

And a tear goes down your face.

It’s over.

We are the skeleton league, we formed after the blast.

We are the skeleton league, Halloween is cheap for us.

Our minds were freed by the hydrogen bomb, and we will now travel as a skeleton band of freaks and start cooking the blue meth in Tulsa …

Cops will be turned to ice.

The bendy trees sway, as if to SOLUTE the wave of fire and poison and hate …

The bendy trees break, to remind us that life is short, and wood burns, and nukes are bad for life …

The bendy trees use their tree language, but no human can hear …

Not over the din of bombs.

This is my car …

It is made of gold …

It is powered by love …

It is covered in mold.

My wife said “leave”, and so I left. But 15 minutes later, I could not hold my breath … BECAUSE … BANG …

DANG …

The lords of Drimbulus want nuclear winter for Christmas.

I got some pizza, I was heading home.

I got some food, and then I heard this boom?

And the lights became crystal green …

IT was mean.

I was cooked alive.

I was left here to die.

I was buried in soot.

I was too tired to loot.

It was over, and I was ready for the dead.

I look at this landscape, this town, this vision … and I think?

“I’m doing a little better in Little Saigon, Seattle … but not by much.”

We study science, we live in Kansas.

We study engineering, we covered the world in jagged hate and grated sin …

Brutal visage of a man without ears, and a dog without eyes …

Our lies echo in the night as the poor search for food.

But you want me to give you 20 BUCKS? Fuck

This is my klinktus-meter, it measures regret …

This is my klinktus-meter, it measures sadness …

This is my klinktus-meter, it measures my hatred … for you …

It reminds, there are shotgun shells, buried in the yard, next to my burning shame …

And I’m tired, done.

When I arose from my jergis hole?

When I crawled out to see what was what …

I saw my world as etched by the beasts of old in a pen of fire and wavy madness …

And my own urine was blue.

And my mind was covered in lettuce …

And your heart was burning bright, before me.

His name is Dr. Grank …

He spends Friday night in the tank …

He likes to “chime in”, at just the right time.

“Hey man … THE EMP knocked out our power … ain’t no trading bitcoins TONIGHT!”

Everyone looked at him with dagger eyes.

The noise and toil of cocaine crazy.

“Hello … is there any WEED OUT THERE … this is Lawrence, Kansas … is there any weed at all …”

“This is Lawrence, Kansas … is there ANY WEED AT ALL?”

I looked upon the masses, and they were covered in the ashes of the dead.

I looked at the motion of peoples, across the desert of their own self pity.

The troglis beast will chase them now, and the rats and mad cows and chickens without heads.

But the road is dusty, and long.

Your baby is the juice of tomorrow.

Your baby has all the power.

I have built a cabin of stone, and in it I prepared a bed of thorns.

You will be honored as the mother of the beast …

His eyes will reveal the kingdom of darkness.

So?

How are you feeling?

Want an aspirin?

You’re telling me my baby is darkness?

I thought my baby would be kind.

You telling me my baby will burn the world?

My heart burns for it!

You telling me we’ll live in a cabin, in the Rockies?

I want to know who will watch the kid?-After I return to work.

3rd wave feminist.

We were making out …

It’s WW3 …

We lived in the bunker with mom and dad and that guy who carried a dead woman’s arm in his back pack …

Mom yelled.

I was startled, and now the mood is shot.

And I wish I had the cocaine I left with my dead boyfriend …

And some wine.

The dark preacher, stands in an open church.

Crocklin funk people, sit in the pews. Looking, lurking, expecting a passage …

I taught the devil words.

I taught the patriot bling …

I made my congregation sing, as rockets flew by, now we will die.

And they cry, and I lie.

“You know what Einstein said … he didn’t know how they’d fight WW3 … but he knew with WW4 … they’d be outta WEED.”

These are the body dumps, where we store our food.

These are the body dumps, where we toss the human garbage.

These are the body dumps, where some are left to die …

Slowly …

In anger, in pain, with ears covered in grease.

With a mind broken by the time witch, in Fresno.

The government stands there …

Not nearly ashamed enough …

“Just scrape off 32 inches of top soil …”

He stands there … the old man, slowly dying of ancient guilt.

The young Mexican man says “hey, can I have your liver?”

The old doctor smiles …

He thinks about that weekend in Chicago, the whore house, the hepatitis and crabs …

“Sure … have my liver bro … use it all”

“My hair …”

“ALL OF THIS IS MINE!”

Thought that weird old guy …

“I shall rule with arms and legs and a mind of steel. I will hunt the street rat for my meal … I will marry 9 wives, and have 20 sons … I will be the Lord of KANSAS!”

And so he wandered into his realm, roaches scatter.

She wails …. bites her tongue.

The doctor with greasy radioactive hands pulls the dead thing into the light.

The demon looks up at her, and smiles.

In that moment the woman knows her role.

In that moment the earth shook.

In that moment the sins were repaid.

Silence.

It’s the end of the movie …

Yo …

This is really poignant …

Yo …

Two old men, grasping each other …

Two old men, commiserating with Satan.

Two old men, who paid their fucking taxes, and got their STATIST AWARD …

SURPRISE!

NUCLEAR WAR!

THE END

(fucking voters)

Myth of the Sky Hawk Shaman …

THIS IS THE STORY OF THE SKY SHAMAN!

Each year, the “laws” are brought to the great Sky Hawk …

And they say, “Tangata manu”.

The Sky Hawk sifts through these laws, and is allowed to carry these laws, from a rocky peak in the Rocky Mountains, to WA DC. Minimal food, water. The laws are printed on paper. No help.

Along the way? – ordinary Americans are allowed to toss one stick of dynamite at him, from a distance of 40 feet. Each town is allowed one thrower, one stick … all say “Tangata Manu”.

If the Sky Hawk Shaman stumbles and falls along the way? – the “watchers” ensuring his dedication to the rite, will toss 100 gallons of gasoline on the body of the Sky Hawk, set him and the “laws” on fire, and there will be NO STATE for another year.

No laws, no state …

You can see where this goes.

The ceremonial garb that the Sky Hawk shaman wears is very flammable, but doesn’t help much with keeping him warm.

He has no shoes.

He must remove his “REI gear” at the top of the peak before the journey begins.

Just some water, gruel, the “laws”, and him. All the way to DC.

The Sky Hawk Shaman is previous Onion King.

The Onion King’s role is to kick ass … specifically, bullies. Only bullies.

The Onion King only stays in power through the unanimous consent of all unicorn masters of level 3-7. Level 8’s have other concerns.

If an Onion King fails?

When the Onion King fails to achieve unanimous consent of the unicorn masters of levels 3-7?

Then the ceremony of Traptis is held, the ancient beer drinkers of Clan X-Ray spread the Tapestry of Blame on the floor. The current King’s name is added. He is now Sky Hawk Shaman.

As Sky Hawk Shaman, he will live in relative exclusion for a year, prior to the next “Go fetch the fucking laws …” ceremony, as previously described.

He will drink, and love, and live, and yacht, and watch Monty Python, and have weed and cocaine and cigarettes and steak.

A few days before the final ceremony?

Before Sky Hawk Shaman must walk or run or scamper his way with 50 pounds of laws from the Rockies all the way to DC with no car and no shoes?

He gets to be with 30 beautiful women, in a giant bed, with free Pagliacci Pizza and beer.

And this is how he prepares for his likely death as Sky Shaman …

Because people gonna kill him on his way.

Or he’ll simply die because it will be so impossible.

And the guardians will cut off his food one week out.

And the knife bringers of freedom will slit his throat.

Thus freedom is maintained.

A prayer for the sick …

Lord Jesus,

Almighty Lord in Heaven,

You gave us these bodies, these vessels, and we are expected to cherish them.

You gave us our first breath, the light we saw and the eyes to see …

But there are many, right now, Dear Jesus, that are ill, infirmed, sick …

There are many who are run down from this time, and they are losing ground.

Lord, they cry out for your mercy, for our love, and for our help.

In this hour of need, let us pray for the sick, for those that suffer in loneliness. The Lord in Heaven is beside you always. AMEN.

Let us pray for those abandoned by their doctors, for reasons not understood. God will send you angels. AMEN.

Let us pray for the children who struggle for their breath, for their blood to flow, for each fainter day. That God might lift them up, and fill their lungs and hearts with the Holy Spirit. AMEN.

Let us pray for the parents of children who are sick, and wonder why God has abandoned them. Jesus is with you. AMEN.

Let us pray for the friends, for those who care for the sick, for those committed to the arts of healing. Jesus will welcome you as healers in His name, healers of love, healers of science, healers of medicine, as long as this work is done in HIS NAME, Jesus Christ. AMEN.

Let us pray that our friend’s sickness goes away.

Let us care for our bodies, these vessels, that God has given us.

That we may serve.

AMEN.

Blessed are the sick?

  1. ICS … 1980 or 1981 … J Geil’s Band … Freeze Frame … perhaps 1981 … meningitus … she was in class a few days before … and then she was dead. And I don’t remember her name.
  2. How this “pandemic” has impacted human touch. How the pedo-crisis/revelations have impacted human love, concern, for kids. How the race war has made us question our connection. How the mask has reduced us to NPC, to nothing but droids who are bonded by mutual self hate and disgust. This is important to discuss why?
  3. We heal by knowing people love us.
  4. We heal through touch – hugs, kisses, handshakes, voluntary, mutual, touch.
  5. We can heal, as Jesus did: through faith, prayer, love and acceptance.
  6. The miracles of God were revealed to us, through his son, Jesus Christ.
  7. The miracles of God are available through prayer.
  8. Jesus healed the sick …
  9. So can we.

Comfort for the sick …

  1. First Reading: Psalm 55
  2. Greetings/Announcements: October 4th in person service at Evergreen Rotary Park, in Bremerton, WA, at 11 AM PST. We will meet near the parking lot. Again: I will need your help. If you need to have access to a bathroom? – please recon this yourself as well. I’ve never been to this park before. If you need a chair. If you need a blanket to sit on. This will be simply a gathering of Christians. If anyone has any ideas, or projects, please let me know. Also, I’m thinking that maybe we should move to a self-organizing model of church after October 4. This is how it would work: people would organize “friend meetings” in their homes, and I will publish my virtual service by Friday evening so that Sat/Sun these meetings can be in person, with their own service plan, but they have this material as well. Or, they can listen to my service, and then pray/discuss after. Still working this out.
  3. Second Readings: Matthew 4:23-25, Matthew 8:1-17
  4. A prayer for the sick …
  5. Reading 3: John 9
  6. Blessed are the sick?
  7. Moment of silence for those who are sick, those who need physical healing.
  8. Lord’s Prayer
  9. Blessings to the fellowship
  10. Contact: me@iamsully.com

LSR Notes: 9/20/20

11:01 PM

1 SAM 12:2

Psalm 101:7

Jeremiah 5

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10:33 PM

  1. High amplitude.
  2. Very long wavelength / low frequency.

This is what I’m feeling right now, and for the past few weeks, and it’s getting worse.

And it’s not …

  1. stairs
  2. people fucking
  3. explosions
  4. helicopters

It could be VERY HEAVY VEHICLES moving on 12th – unlikely.

What is a natural phenomena that can generate HIGH ENERGY and LOW FREQUENCY waves?

(and yes, this kind of phenomena is related to earthquakes)

Magma slipping, and tension build up in various plates can create bursts of high energy, low frequency, waves.

Not quakes, ripples.

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10:11 PM

Terrorists don’t attack during pandemics.

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10:05 PM

I feel the “LEM”, like the “magic bullet theory”, is designed to be plausible, not functional or real or even verifiable.

Verifiability is NOT a priority for zealots of the NASA myth.

Less than 600 people have been to space. Since the beginning of “space” exploration. Weird.

The biggest problem with “humans in space” is verifiability.

You can VERIFY the shape of the Earth.

But how do I VERIFY humans in space?

How many people were crossing the Atlantic, in aircraft, 50 years after Lindbergh?

1977?

These are my options:

  1. space is legit, but the space program we see is not. Meaning: secret space program.
  2. space is legit, but humans can’t go beyond low Earth orbit (other than magically during Apollo). Too dangerous.
  3. They are lying to us about space completely.

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9:39 PM

Buridan’s Ass?

Balaam’s Donkey?

Are orthogonal with respect to a discussion of freewill and God’s agency in our lives.

One dimension is the power of God. The other dimension is the power of choice.

A stubborn ass, and a confused donkey, greets us at the end of our quandary.

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9:29 PM

His name is Charles Trexis …

He road with Teddy Roosevelt …

He carried the last of the dead men, into that cave.

He lied and covered up.

He fell below the waves.

His wife left him in 1948 for a gigolo named Tucker.

And you question the Navajo necktie?

You look askew?

***

8:57 PM

Stare with wooden eyes …

The smell of salt and old wood and seagull feces, the general aging of something so detestable that the tribesman turn away …

And I look into the mouth, and see the tiger fangs?

All I’m left with is busted bones, and misaligned understanding.

YAY?

***

7:26 PM

The gungis watchmen are starting to chant and scream …

The sun is going down …

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4:53 PM

fucking census fucks came by my door again …

(if today had been a different day)

One of these days they will come by on the WRONG day …

(I guess that will reduce the census count by 2)

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1:05 PM

RIFF: https://dfgtc.org/iglooluau/?p=1682

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1 PM

Twitter …

(they should call it “Gas Light” … Gas Light Dot Com)

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12:54 PM

Profile with a “mask” on the picture … (sigh)

huge trolls …

“your haiku sucks”

IF I WAS DOING FUCKING HAIKU THAT WOULD FUCKING MATTER …

I am liberated enough to WRITE AS I WILL.

I do not need the permission of a CRITIC or TROLL.

I also don’t pretend to be WRITING POETRY or ANY FUCKING SHIT you’d want to read.

Don’t like it?

Don’t read it!

FUCKING DUMMY!

(but the trolls are dumbest of all)

(fuck head troll)

Just a dummy …

“Dan, you’re writing in the style of … [insert shit you think you know here]” …

No …

I’m writing like me dummy.

You’re the pathetic shit that doesn’t understand that.

But by all means: be a pathetic loser piece of shit.

I’ll just keep writing.

***

12:46 PM

“Special rules, for special fools.” – Dr. Freckles

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11:26 AM

I think the $USD is worthless … we just don’t know it yet.

So telling me “#Bitcoin will be worth $20,000”?

That’s like saying “soon, #BTC will be worth zero”.

Tell me how much physical gold, today, is being traded, for bitcoin or any crypto.

(not how much nothing it buys)

***

8:25 AM

I get a donation tomorrow …

I will finish my church service today.

I will buy some beer and weed.

I will sojourn in this crooked Nineveh …

I will ponder the fates as the slave hordes suckle upon lies and gruel and heartless folly.

I will drink beer.

I will have weed.

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8:19 AM

Anecdotally, the last few summers?

I’ve asked friends … “you have a lot of bugs on your windshield this year?”

They get scared for a second … and then switch topics.

I went into the woods in September, 2019 … QUIET AS FUCK. PNW forest … life should be noisy.

https://www.popularmechanics.com/science/animals/a29801616/insect-species-extinction/

https://www.hcn.org/articles/climate-desk-southwest-experiences-mass-bird-die-off

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8:07 AM

Weird tremors in the building again … not sure it’s an Earthquake … just weird rhythmic tremor.

I know what that feels like.

It’s more like this: “It could be trucks moving REALLY HEAVY SHIT nearby.”

So heavy it’s creating “fill waves” nearby.

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7:46 AM

Thoughts on the “Sky Hawk Shaman”: https://dfgtc.org/iglooluau/?p=1665

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7:41 AM

groups of people are weapons …

this idea of “non-violent opposition” is commie nonsense.

blocking a mom and dad’s vehicle path to the ER because their kid is sick? – that’s an act of violence.

So are embargoes.

So are sanctions.

Let’s escape this Orwellian lie house …

If I see a crowd heading my way?

I don’t give a FUCK if someone says “they’re peaceful”.

ONE FUCKING HUMAN IS DANGEROUS, but you can reason with one.

A GROUP? – MORE DANGEROUS AND LESS FUCKING RATIONAL.

There’s no such thing as a “peaceful protest”.

It’s just degrees.

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7:32 AM

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7:16 AM

I think I have a future as a master hypnotist to the stars …

I will use my hypnotic powers to find the NAZI gold in Canada.

I will use my hypno beams to make women love me, lust after me, I will even insert post hypnotic suggestions that make them remember having an orgasm.

***

7:12 AM

In the late 90’s, when I was in the service …

“There’s no money for training, there’s no money for engine packs for the M-1s … no money …”

And then later I learn about the missing TRILLIONS …

So yeah: DOD/MIC is CROOKED AS FUCK … always has been.

***

7:01 AM

So you’re a Democrat AND a child abuser … wow … would have NEVER seen that coming.

And yes dumb ass: what you’re doing is child abuse, and probably elder abuse … you sick, twisted, piece of shit.

***

6:58 AM

My second Chapter on hypnotism: how to start religious conflict, stay the fuck out of that nonsense, so that the women are left only with you as an option.

(check my TL)

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6:46 AM

“Communists love to break glass … Bastiat told us about this.” – Dr. Freckles

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6:22 AM

I need to start writing my hypnotism book:

Chapter 1: That Hot Glance

LSR Notes: 9/19/20 (continued)

11:40 PM

You know how Jedi “evaporate” when they die … ?

Like “poof”, they’re gone?

Do you think that’s what happened with #RBG?

(Sith are basically Jedi)

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11:36 PM

… furthermore …

What if EVERY SKILL of the Jedi can be explained by hypnotism …

When they fly? – they are hypnotizing themselves to have that ability … like “you can fly Jedi” … and they fly.

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11:17 PM

Romans 13:1-7

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10:13 PM

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9:44 PM

Weird tremors, at night, for a couple months now …

It’s NOT “people going up the stairs” … I can tell the difference, I live next to the stairs.

It’s a tremor … shaking the whole building rhythmically …

***

8:30 PM

I have this dream of seminars … in Bimini …

Only single women, divorcees, rich …

And I teach the …

“Ancient G-Levels of Male Control and Eye Magic”

And I teach this hypnotism seminar …

But I’m also hypnotizing the women into loving me.

And this sounds like NXIVM.

***

8:18 PM

This is a question for the #WOMEN …

Would you buy a book on:

“How to hypnotize your man into marrying you?”

I feel like it’s 20k words, and I write it in 4 days … 8 if I keep drinking.

But it’s really a question of HOW MUCH do you WANT YOUR MAN to MARRY YOU …

(learn)

***

7:55 PM

I could be Slortis Klig-Kleg,
he carries a keg,
a fine IPA,
to lie with all day,

Jimbonium whores covered in lace,
no grace,
just living for another crack whore miracle.

And I am leaving her,
and she is setting fire to my clothes,
and all is tears,
I listen to you pain, sorrow.

***

7:29 PM

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7:24 PM

Where did Adam and Eve’s sons get their wives?

(who the fuck knows)

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7:21 PM

The Gorgumack-Funken-Folk have a strange gift …

they give you a jar …
in the jar is a cactus …
in the cactus is a snake …
in the snake is a bomb …
in the bomb is a tiger …
in the tiger is a madman with a roofing hammer …
in the hammer is a smile …

(that’s nice)

***

6:42 PM

This is what I’m subjectively certain of:

  1. The Puget Sound ecosystem has degraded since I was a kid.
  2. Planes are spraying SOMETHING up in the atmosphere, I’m seeing it, I’m not blind.
  3. That these fires are NOT being set by low-IQ commies … FEDS are setting them.

***

6:23 PM

Keynesian economics is the most damaging force, with respect to our shared ecosystem and planet.

Printing money is toxic.

The knock on effects? – I don’t think we’ve seen the worst of it yet.

The fires? – the physical manifestation of Gresham’s Law, good money destroyed.

***

6:02 PM

With respect to the Clathrate Gun hypothesis … Venus Syndrome …

If I had the money? – I would do a voluntary, small team, survey of the arctic. The truth. Not the bullshit.

  1. Take samples.
  2. Do this over 2-3 years.
  3. Cover N. Canada AND Siberia.

If I had the money.

I am certain I am being lied to, and I want the truth.

I read some stuff, a year ago about #GeoEngineering.

It mentioned “Venus Syndrome”, and what “they” would do to cover this up … to include both “spraying” and triggering large forest fires … as the final actions …

But after that you run out of options.

(read Shakhova)

About the ONLY THING you could do if the “Clathrate Gun” trigger were pulled?

Trigger some calderas … plural.

Yellowstone, that big one in Asia … just trigger all the caldera volcanoes with 50 gigaton devices …

That’s what you’d do if the Clathrate Gun theory is real.

Odds of Clathrate Gun, for me? – very low …

And according to “dimming theory”, if we make it another year … we are probably fine.

But, even if the odds are low … it’s a pretty terrible feedback. And the most likely outcomes would be horrific, catastrophic.

https://dfgtc.org/docs/20190605_Clathrate_Methane_Event_geosciences-09-00251-v2_Shakhova.pdf

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5:46 PM

We are in the time of the Kreglin Beasts …

Torglin, lord of Commie Butt Masters, will settle old scores.

Broad highways of sadness greet this crowd of merry makers, as #BlackLivesMatter sells cocaine and human organs and disarray …

But you know the name of Id, eh buddy?

***

5:28 PM

  1. Supreme Court nomination chews up news cycle.
  2. Trump wins.

If Trump is legit? – he should try to put through a nomination. Fuck this “he can’t” bullshit. #Obama did all KINDS of crooked shit … he said “I can …”.

So, if #Trump is real, there will be a nomination.