...finding out how much a car fix will be.
A policeman gave a family a dirty look when I was talking to them a while ago. Hence the pizza.
Spotted the family at a corner with a cardboard sign. I grabbed the last of my Bolthouse Farms Green Goodness... a bag of munchies Jane gave me... and an unopened pack of my healthy cigarettes (to quote the rape king/god) plus a bottle of water.
Walked over and handed it to them.. said to give the juice to the kid :)
...then the father mentioned they were trying to go home to California!!!
I got skiddish...
"No, don't." I looked at the woman... beautiful; healthy...
...holding a brand new baby... an adorable crossed-eyed little boy standing next to her...
...and I saw them disappear... with the husband still holding the sign.
I just blurted it out right there and started shaking. Then the cop came by and glared at them... like they were evil...
They thanked me and blessed me... I spared them my little joke about god not blessing the 160 that "magically" disappeared...
GOD WASN'T THERE FOR THOSE CHILDREN!!!
WHY WORSHIP SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT THAT COULD LET SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN???? YES, LET THIS HAPPEN!!!
You can ALL spare me your bullshit about god giving his fuct up little tests!!! HOW MANY TESTS OF FAITH DO YOU NEED BEFORE YOU REALIZE THAT RELIGION IS SUCH A HORRIBLE, FUCKING JOKE???
Peace out, you guys...
I was going to stay over in Texas with family members... but I need to be North. No more south for a while. It's nothing personal to Southerners.
In fact; I used to despise country music... but new friends have shown me some really cool new alterna-country which is mighty fine! There are many, many beautiful southern hearts across the USA. I'm with you, in spirit. I promise.
No... even if I don't hit another familiar face; I'll be just fine. I gain more viewers when I'm a stranger with a cracked out story than when it's someone I know.
People can't deal with a loved one being in turmoil like this. I mean; you read my Overmind Comic! I discovered the potential programming for total control by doing the feeling plus words from books, radio, tv, etc... and assumed the occult needed to be involved.
A handkerchief given to my husband while he was fighting fires caught my eye. I will add the pic of it, later.
It had right-side-up crosses NEXT TO upside-down crosses!!!
YOU CAN'T DO THAT, IN CHRISTIANITY!!!
Upside-down crosses are a sign of the OCCULT. Do you understand me???
I asked my husband where he got that creepy thing!
...the chaplan passed them out... explaining that the crosses are ALWAYS RIGHT-SIDE UP.
He didn't think anything of it.
The chaplan would know that those handkerchiefs were bad (if he had any sense in his head). Either he was fucking retarded...
Remember that Dodson guy??? Hide your kids; hide your wife??? He wasn't joking!!! You all made fun of him, though!
Got a carton of cigs... cheaper here than anywhere else... they didn't have my chosen American Spirit brand... But they'll do!
I'm not going to Texas... I'm going north, instead... where it used to snow... love understands the cold. Only psychos don't.
There isn't a happy, sparkly ending in sight for many people out in gangland (aka the entertainment districts). Rape has been on the minds of so many people... they just choose to ignore because they can't deal with it!
You have to, now. For your children and your girlfriend... and maybe even for you! What if you went out walking with the pretty girl that gets spotted out here... You would disappear, too!
I often ask the sky, "How could anyone do something like this?"
Then... the voice of psychopathy says, "I think it's funny." Because psychopathy has a fuct up sense of humor.
The voice of reason says... "Read The Overmind Comic on Emilyac.com because it explains the whole thing."
Psychos were never truly loved. They fear love. When the psycho starts to fall in love... they have to cope with feelings they don't understand.
It feels better than psychopathy... that's why it's scary. Psychopathy makes me control people and that feels great!!! Love makes me become controlled by somebody else! I have a weakness.
People in love (fo reelz) will tell you that they are not controlled by their love... enchanted is more like it! And it can be broken... but so what? Find a new love, then. There's plenty to choose from.
You don't need anyone. You want people. That's human nature in action. They stay if you're good :)
I want all of you to know... I heard your cries... you are in my safety circle... I will not inquire further into your business. You all summed it up fine.
I will not bother with details that aren't necessary... you all gave me the info I needed.
...and all you did was talk to me. The number one thing I love to do with new people.
You are all dear to me... even if I tease you. You can tease me!!! I'm a skitzo! I take the label bi-polar, right now. It's not true bi-polar. It's temporary.
I'm jumpy; irritable; random-fit-mini-implode right now. I think a typical bi-polar gets that lifestyle. They know what I mean!!!
I don't want to hurt a soul... but nobody has the right to harm me, either! I fight back! I get to! That's what the bi-polar always says!
...so, you see... the depressed can understand you, too!!!
It's normal to go bi-polar, sometimes... if the time calls for it!
(and it's ok to get off your meds if you can chill out)
I shall meditate a lot on my journey home. I ditcht the weed. Too scary... Meditation is free... it justs looks funny! I don't care. I need to keep my center! My inner peace calls for it :) So... I might meditate in my car at the ice cream shop.
Thank you for sharing your stories to me. All of you. Telling me what you went through made it quite clear that my foes are no delusion. It's one hell of a coincidence that every pretty woman with a rape story at the hands of gang members be labeled "paranoid skitzos!!!"
My brother has no idea how VALUABLE a stay at a place like that is for a person such as myself! Yep... I'm really full of myself when it comes to the subject of psychology...
I accidentally got intel I never figured I'd achieve... victims that openly told me who, what, where... how often.
...such god-awful monsters... to TERRORIZE these women and girls in this way... making them go nuts.
They all believed me except the lady that said I poisoned her food with my blood and gave her aids!
...in my defense... she said that to everybody! In a really whiny way...
"She gave me aids!" With a look of contempt!
WHY DOES EVERYONE WHO DOESN'T FUCK ME ACCUSE ME OF GIVING THEM AIDS???
Whatever. Fine. I'm a skitzo, then! And all skitzos, apparently, are hassled by the same demons! (well... most of us in this area, anyhow)
(I did Not give her aids ) *I don't even think she has aids... and if so, her drug habit might've been partly responsible!*
This place is well-lit... but there are two banks nearby... so there is security and they don't like loiterers. (for good reason).
So this is just a quickie *snickers*
I will drink my juice... stretch my legs... smoke a cig... and move along :)
...til the next stop!
Those numbers keep me going!
It's like I wrote in "The Overmind Comic:"
*Your connections are your personal ADT system!
This is why I want as many buddies as possible :)
I don't care why you're reading; if you're here... I love you!!!
*mua* *mua* *mua* *mua*
Even enemies become part of the safety net! If you read my words... I have a chance to warm your cold, dead heart with my sweetness!!!
That's right, assholes!!! I love each and every one of you sorry sacks of shit.
...and there's NOTHING you can do to change that!!! DIPSTIX!!! DOUCHEBAGS!!! DINGLEMONKEYS!!! I MADE THAT LAST ONE UP!!!
Yeah! I WANT to NOT REALLY MURDER!
My world peace movement is about being nice. Murder isn't nice. It doesn't even matter if you rape children and child-like women for a side hobby/side entertainment gig! No means no and now you can't even attempt because over 13,000 people viewed the blog in the last month!
Even though numbers fell dramatically in the last couple of weeks... this weeks numbers were still over two thousand... I'm going to boost to over 1000 views tonight :)
...and you can't do anything about that, either!!!
I'm promoting the pretty girl maps, again!
(just to irritate obama)
PS... I really want world peace and it's coming, bitches!
She's never ran off, before. She always comes to my calls.
One of the crazy things I blog about is my ability to communicate with animals. Certainly... I'm best with my own cat that I've had for 14 years.
One of the things she's told me the whole time we were together is that she chose me. She's right. Her eyes lit up like christmas when she laid eyes on me. She strutted her stuff right on over. Hey, baby... you're mine! *eyes flash a challenge*
No animal had ever behaved that way around me, before... and even though I was a dog person... I made the switch-over to cats right then and there.
She was a gift for my grandpa... to make up for his wife of 40+ years dying. My grandparents love siamese cats and she was a fluffy one! The most beautiful blue eyes you could ever see on a creature.
She was a sprightly kitty that needed constant attention! It's all about ME!!! My Tater is a diva. You prove yourself to her.
She is the Madonna; the messiah; miss thang... however you want to describe the feeling of being FUCKING FULL OF YOURSELF!!!
...However... in the case of this brilliant kitty... it is acceptible! She is an acrobat; a genius; a wizard with English; she makes you love her!
She will wear no article of clothing. She was never a slave! I was her slave and I did whatever the fuck she wanted or she would piss on something.
She is always there for me in every time of woe. And I am at her beck and call... so long as I'm not busy at work.
She was upset with the birth of every child. She hated every new boyfriend. She had to figure out why the fuck I hung around any of the people I did... especially my family. (Especially, especially, Nina... wild hair.)
She loved the transformation to killer. She encouraged it. When she saw mommy was in over her head... mommy disappeared for days... just as she'd said happened to the little girls.
Mommy also talked about people wanting to kill her... and she was all too eager to chew up some rapists with mommy to the death.
In the car... driving to LA--not too far--kitty was content. Purring... sometimes getting pissy because she hates the car... but she sat on my lap and cuddled while we drove.
When we stopped for breakfast... I told her that we were going home to gramma and grampa and autie nina and uncle vince...
She stopped dead in her tracks! Startled off of cloud nine! Her eyes went wide and her head shook very rapidly...
...The last long-distance trip out to Cali nearly killed her. She was sick for a week once we'd arrived.
...I think my cat was fleeing for her life and I didn't realize!!!
She's so much healthier than she was back then! I was going to make many stops for her. I told her that.
...But we'd made may pit-stops on the way out, too.
I instructed my husband... if she isn't picked off by ravenous coyotes... Fly with her back to MN so she can't fear her life being lost, again.
I'm so sorry, kitty. I didn't think about you... you're the one that runs this show. But... this isn't a show-stopper. You were going to leave me one way or another :(
Hey, hey! You know who you are!
I'm talking about those few loyal followers that come here for my voice because they actually like it!!!
First of all; that viewership continues to grow because people the world over like the chick that tells it like it is. Unfortunately... recent circumstances of my life lend themselves well to disbelief. All, truly, are forgiven. This reality is a tough pill to swallow...
...even if it isn't YOUR existence.
I just ignore the h8rs... I have to! They're too boring to pay attn to!
Here's some cool news. I'm going home. I'll be stopping and visiting people along the way. People that know me... met online and chatted for months... people that were friends in the past... relatives... all the way up to MN.
I'll be monitored the whole time. No weed will leave Cali... not even any pipes :) So... even if (not that this is likely in AMERICA) some jerky cop pulls me over... I'll just endure the embarassment of the hassle... and then they'll let me on my way.
I'll be entertaining the whole way home. Stopping to promote and iron out app crap :) And rest, of course... visiting people so they can hear about my crazy delusions!!! WHAT FUN!!!
And because they're just delusions (and not because hackers watch me all the time) absolutely nothing can possibly happen to me on the way home! SWEET!
So... I'll be sending this blog post to my buds for a fun trip home to normalcy to rock open the complacency to rape in the US (and all over the world).