Month: March 2018

Autobiographical excavations:

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“A celebrity is a person who is known for his well-knownness”
-Daniel J. Boorstin

I’m not feeling so peppy and perky right now, but I’ll try and type out a post anyway. This will be my last one for a while, I’ll just periodically append updates to the bottom of it from time to time until I decide to make an entirely new post.

I didn’t get to bed till nearly 4am last night, even then I had trouble going to sleep. I could have stayed up much later but I didn’t want to be in bed all day today. Seems that was a needless concern since I popped wide awake at a little after nine this morning. Woke up with a nosebleed. I have no idea why. It’s fucking raining like crazy AGAIN. It’s been raining a hell of a lot lately. I worry because we were having heavy rains the year I first moved in here and the sinks all backed up and all my dishes and toiletries were befouled with raw sewage. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with this place, I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of anything like that happening before. I’d not be surprised if there wasn’t black magic behind it. Since my recent discovery that the Church of Satan has been heavily involved in this show I’ve been thinking about curses and hexes a LOT and I’m starting to think a lot of my problems, which seem to be beyond the abilities of modern medicine and science to remedy, may have occult origins. I’ll spare you all my speculations on all that though as I have plenty of other things to discuss and speculate about for the time being.

Of course the whole purpose of the show was to make a fool of me, and not just in the usual ‘candid camera’ way. They showed my life as a mess and of course everyone is supposed to think that this was entirely of my own doing. Naturally they don’t advertise the fact that they’ve had me surrounded by their own people for at least 35 years and have been sneaking around behind the scenes sabotaging things for me the entire time. Also people shouldn’t need to be told that if there is a show about you on television which is constantly slandering you that that will profoundly affect both your job and social prospects. I’ve been learning a lot about my life lately and one thing I’ve found is there haven’t been any accidents or coincidences involved, or at least damned few. I miss the days I could think back over my life and just see a bunch of random events, now everything seems to have been part of an ongoing conspiracy.

Anyway, any reasonably intelligent person should laugh at how these clowns use their crappy ‘reality show’ trying to show how morally flawed I supposedly am. I mean, look at exactly what they are doing, they’ve been using me all my life, getting rich at my expense. Bad enough they don’t share any of the money they make off my artwork and writings with me, they add insult to injury by slandering and insulting me on the airwaves even as they are robbing me.

I mean, come on, this show is all about me, they use me as the central character. I should have some say concerning what goes on in it and how I’m presented. As it is they’ve never even asked my permission to feature me in this thing. It’s only thanks to a series of accidents that I know about it at all. These people definitely have a unique way of doing business, in fact, not only is this project highly immoral, everything about this thing is just flat out illegal. I’ve no doubt they are snowing the public by claiming all the money they make goes to some charitable cause (I strongly suspect that Oakland Children’s Hospital is reportedly the primary recipient), but talk like that is just window dressing to placate the public. If you know anything about charities and nonprofits you know what a big scam they are. They pay for their own six figure salaries along with all the perks they were sure to give themselves (paid vacations, full medical and dental coverage, ostentatious offices, company cars and fully paid travel expenses are some of the most common ones) before they even think of giving any of that money to the “needy”. What’s really ironic is that in order to have generated all that money for these ‘needy’ they have created one very needy person. I should by all rights be doing very well for myself right now but their lifelong exploitation of me and everything I have done has ground me down into poverty and dependency over the years. These people not only have a very unique way of doing business, they also have a very unusual sense of morality. One almost suspects that the only people they really care about and desire to help are themselves and themselves alone.
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These people have taken everything they could that’s of any worth away from me and used it to generate riches for themselves leaving me with nothing. My youth, gone. All the things I never got to do, gone forever. All those years of my life, gone, and (I assume) the only compensation I can expect is a little of the money they’ve made off of me but if so they are sure taking their own sweet time giving it to me. They are waiting until I have at least one foot in the grave no doubt. Who knows, if they keep me waiting long enough they might just get lucky and not have to deal with me at all because I’ll be gone entirely!

Let’s take a closer look at how some of this works, shall we? One motif of this production that has been going on since the mid eighties is their using employees of theirs who were pretending to be friends of mine to get me involved with hard drugs. Of course I’m always on TV so everything I do is publicised. If I develop a habit, everybody knows about it. Of course my enemies use this information to make even yet more problems for me, while my supposed ‘friends’ are afraid to try and help me from fear that they may inadvertently give the whole game away if they seem to know too much about my private life, so all around, no matter how you look at it this whole setup is a lose/lose situation for me.

I’ve always been open to trying new things, and these people, of course, always knew this. When I was younger I was never particularly prone to addiction, but as I got older and the compound effects of being featured on this derogatory show for years and years and years started taking their toll on my life and I was finding less and less joy and fulfillment because of my ever diminishing opportunities, naturally it began getting easier and easier to find excuses to get and stay high. If your life sucks bad enough you may find yourself reluctant to come home after vacation. Anyway, that’s all in the past now. Once I figured out what they have been doing I made the decision to stay away from all that stuff. It’s been a few years now and I’m glad I did, life is much easier now. You have no idea how much that nonsense complicates things until you stop it entirely.

Not only is her television show project as immoral as hell, Dana K. Brownfield is probably the most immoral person on earth so I suppose it’s only fitting that she inherited the project. After she kicked me out without warning back in ’07 she had to deal with all my stuff. Believe me, this was no hardship for her since she helped herself most generously to all my belongings afterwards. Of course she didn’t want all my things for herself, for instance I had a big executive style desk in my room that I used for drawing. Needless to say it was an expensive item. She didn’t even ask me what I wanted to do with it and one day when I came by I saw that she had sawed it into little pieces and left it out for the trash. I also had an old Macintosh computer. She asked me if she could have it, I said I’d rather keep it since I still had files on it. Well, it’s disappeared since then so she obviously didn’t care and just took it and did whatever the fuck it was she wanted to do with it anyway.
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Actually I shouldn’t keep saying that she kicked me out suddenly with absolutely no warning, she did let me stay an extra night so she could steal my drivers license out of my wallet while I was sleeping since she knew I’d have to be living in my car. She told me some bullshit about her having a problem with who she said she was going to pay to store my stuff so I could stay an extra night. I know, that doesn’t really make any sense but I had nowhere to go anyway so I didn’t ask too many questions. Anyway her stories were all bullshit since she hung on to all my things so she could pick through them all at her leisure and help herself to whatever caught her fancy. Much of it she used to give away to the various people in her employ who she had posing as my friends so they could both spy on me and try to get me into situations that could be used on the show. Of course all those people had nothing to do with me once she kicked me out since at that point their job was officially over. Anyway I had a good deal of stuff when she kicked me out, but when I finally got it all back there was hardly anything left and most of what she returned was just stuff I was literally in the process of throwing out when she surprised me with the eviction. Anything that I had that was any good at all had long ago been abstracted by that slime ball cunt Brownfield (may she rot in hell).

Anyway, that’s all old news now. A lot has happened in the intervening eleven years, and as surprised as I’m sure they are that I was able to get myself together and pull myself out of the pit they were burying me in I’m twice as surprised by their own foolishness. Because it never occurred to them that I was strong enough to get back on my feet they have allowed themselves to get carried away and cross too many lines, especially on that little show of theirs. These are mistakes they may regret yet. Even children know the folly of counting one’s chickens before they hatch, but, same as many famous failures throughout history, their own arrogance was their greatest undoing. As for now, all I need to do is pass the inspection scheduled for this Friday and it will be smooth sailing for me for at least another year. I still have concerns though, when I think of all the slimy, underhanded sneaky stuff they did to get me in the sad condition I was before I finally saw the light I know that now they will be capable of a hundred times more treachery and perfidy because they feel their backs are up against the wall.
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I just woke up from a bad dream. It’s a dream I keep having over and over again. I’m at a job, can’t remember what, and they are trying to teach me how to do something, but I just can’t do it. I keep forgetting stuff, losing track of things, getting mentally lost and confused, and it’s becoming increasingly obvious to me that I just can’t do it. They keep trying to train me, but I know it’s impossible and that I’m just not smart enough to do whatever it is that they want me to do and that I’ll just never learn. It’s a very depressing and discouraging dream.

The thing is I keep having it over and over again. It’s been years now that I’ve been having it, I can’t even remember when it started. It’s like it’s being used to discourage me and leave a bad impression on me. No one’s trying to teach me anything difficult in my life, in fact I have very little contact or interaction with anyone at all anyway, so why would I even be having a dream like this, and over and over and over again like I am?

I very rarely remember my dreams anymore, the only times I can remember them is if I am abruptly woken up when I am dreaming them, and the above mentioned dream is usually the one I will have been having when this happens. Sometimes I suspect someone has been putting some kind of curse on me to confuse me mentally. I’m pretty sure they’ve also been doing several things to me to keep me inactive and side tracked for decades now. I’m such a mess. Why have these people picked me and messed up my life? What’s going on? This is weird, it’s a whole organization of evil people and they have been harassing me since I was at least nine or ten. Why? There was a reason why we used to burn witches. It is a practice, I believe, that it would behoove us to bring back.

They have been trying to get rid of me for years and are clearly angry that I’m still here and stubbornly refuse to die. I wasn’t supposed to survive this long. They thought they had me right where they wanted me after they managed to get me mixed up with all those hard drugs. They never foresaw that I had the willpower to shrug their monkey off my back. Now I can expect them to throw everything they have at me nonstop hoping to get rid of me. It doesn’t matter that I have no intention of extracting any kind of revenge for everything they’ve done to me, they can’t abide by even the idea of potential retaliation. Well, I’ve already proven to be much stronger than they thought I was, and I am infinitely stronger yet still! I’m amazed that I have lasted against such odds for as long as I have so I’ll be damned if I’m going to quit now!I don’t like thinking that my life is controlled by unseen forces operating outside my awareness. I much rather prefer having complete control over my own destiny, but it’s obvious that I don’t. I have to fight back against these invisible forces trying to close in on me and crush me out of existence. This has been going on for a good many years now. Eventually it lead to getting me involved with the seedier side of life. I was trapped in the drug world for years and it got to the point where I was tangled up in it pretty thoroughly because I just didn’t have anything else. I got to like the feeling of being fortified with drugs better than anything else I had ever experienced, but I could see that the habit was progressing with the certainty of a geometric equation and I could plainly see that it was inevitable that I’d be completely consumed by it in a very short time. Naturally I was eager to extricate myself from this process before it was too late. While trying to do what I felt I had to do to accomplish this I quickly learned that this entire community was doing everything it could to prevent my successfully doing that. Beyond doing physical things to encourage my habit, like refusing to bust me and going out of their way to make me feel unwelcome at 12 step meetings I was disturbed to discover that they were also doing a lot of more, shall we say, esoteric stuff. As soon as I realised that I didn’t want to keep using drugs, but rather it was the asshole communities of San Francisco and Berkeley that were imposing their will on me by every means available to them, then I was able to finally turn my back on the whole thing with relative ease.

The “asshole communitie of San Francisco and Berkeley” has many layers beyond their radical and often suicidal politics, there is also a lot of occult activity there. I didn’t even have to bother learning about magick, Satanism, the occult or any of that lame bullshit either to put a stop to it because it all just boils down to a duel of wills anyway. Now I strongly suspect that getting me to destroy myself with drugs was only one of several spells they are using on me and I plan on dissolving all those the same way I dissolved the drug one. For instance, based on how my behavior has been changing during the past few years I think it’s obvious they are now using a spell to increase entropy in my life. Before, by encouraging my drug use they were attempting to tear me apart using chaos, since that didn’t work they have since decided to try pushing me in the opposite direction. You can see they’re no more imaginative or creative in their uses of the occult than they are with the media. It is more evidence of God’s love for me that he has given me such drooling imbeciles for enemies. Praise the Lord and thank you Jesus!

Remember, these Satanists are among those that tell you black magic is all nonsense and that it can’t harm you as long as you don’t believe in it. Of course they have an ulterior motive for that. If you don’t believe in it, or, better yet, don’t even know about it, you are powerless to defend yourself from it. So, as usual, it’s always good policy to do the exact opposite of what your enemies tell you to do!
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“Many enemies, much honor”

-Sigmund Freud


Usually it’s exceptionally quiet around here. No one comes to my door, the phone hardly ever rings, and aside from the muffled traffic sounds from the street outside my bedroom window there isn’t even much background noise. Unfortunately today was an exception. Last night I suddenly popped wide awake at something like 3am and couldn’t get back to sleep. Of course this started catching up with me later on so I’ve been trying to catch up on my lost sleep during the course of the day. Yeah, “trying”. The phone has been ringing off the hook and people have been pounding on my door like crazy today, and all except one was people dialing wrong numbers or getting the apartment number wrong and such. I used to turn the ringer off on the phone, but since hardly anyone calls anymore I decided to stop doing that. I may have to start taking that precaution again.

Anyway, I really don’t like writing about all this occult and magick stuff. Mostly because I know most people don’t believe in it and will think I’m nuts when they see me yammering on about it. Funny thing is that not even six months ago I thought the same as those who dismiss me as a delusional nutjob do today. I too thought the whole deal with magick and witchcraft was just a bunch of superstitious nonsense. Also, it was only a few short years ago that I was afraid to talk about the TV show and all that because I was also worried people would think I was crazy. Now I know that nearly everyone knows about it anyway so I feel free to discuss it all I want. I’m sure there are a good many people who don’t know anything about it and may be concerned that I could be delusional when they see me going on about it at length the way I do sometimes, but most of the people telling me I’m nuts are actually in on it. They’d like me to keep it all to myself, bottled up inside where it could tear away at my insides and torment me. Well, I don’t worry about what people think, much less what people pretend to think. Where am I supposed to talk about it anyway? In a therapist’s office so it could be broadcast as part of their cornball show? Fuck you.

The media has been working hard since its inception to make us all worldly and materialistic and over the years they’ve succeeded admirably. Sure, we like to be scared by ghost stories and tales of Bigfoot encounters deep in the woods, and TV shows and movies about vampires and werewolves don’t only entertain us on Halloween anymore, they are a year long thing and have an almost cult following. Books on witchcraft, the occult and psychic phenomenon always sell tolerably well, and there are even communities of self proclaimed witches in every major city, just as there are chapters of the Church of Satan peppered all over the globe, but still it has become almost a part of our culture and the mark of intelligent and educated people to laugh at and joke about religion and spirituality. Oddly though, the dark side of the unknown is taken a bit more seriously than the positive side these days, but although we are told to always keep an open mind about occult phenomenon the official word is that it is all just a matter of mind control and if you don’t believe in it it can’t hurt you. Although I agree that there is a great deal of psychology involved I can’t deny the reality of a very strong spiritual element in it as well. I have come to believe people not only can be, but are controlled through the manipulation of invisible forces. Although these Satanists and witches put a lot of faith in their ceremonies and rituals I’m convinced that the majority of the work is performed by visualization and the strength of the human will alone. When you look at the popular media you’ll notice much of it focuses on humiliating and vilifying certain groups. This is done to wear down their will so that they will be more ineffective should they try to fight back. I admit I don’t know very much about any of this because I’m wary of investigating it too closely. I guess I’m afraid I may be seduced by it. Actually I’m not even sure that would be possible. Despite the impression I’m sure that damned show has been promoting concerning me, I absolutely abhor dark and evil things. Sure, I occasionally enjoy reading about such things as entertainment, but I can honestly say I’ve never done evil to a fellow creature. Sure, I’ve made mistakes like everyone else and have occasionally used bad judgement while lost in a fit of passion, but I’ve never done anything with the calculated purpose of fucking someone up. I don’t even experience a powerful lust for revenge unless I’m maliciously provoked, and even then it’s very fleeting. You may laugh, especially if you grew up watching their garbagy show ostensibly about me, but I sincerely believe that I am a genuinely good person. Maybe this is the reason why they have been trying to destroy me since I was nine years old. I think it explains their absolute obsession with constantly slandering me and leading me astray and into trouble. They certainly have a history of getting me involved with drugs, loose women and perversions of all sorts, getting me to both do and say ‘controversial’ things. It’s all very strange and confusing. I admit that I scarcely understand any of what’s going on, but do know that whatever it is it’s much, much larger than me, or even me and all my enemies combined.


March 22nd, 2018
As you know, I was able to hear this show for years and I think what disturbed me the most was it’s unnecessary viciousness. This tone obviously originates from Dana Brownfield herself, who has been in charge of this show for at least 20 years now. Underneath she’s a very angry person, a bit unbalanced mentally and also a bit of a sociopath. Why she’s so fixated on fucking me up I can’t say, I’ve never done anything to her to warrant such a reaction, I can only imagine she’s a bit of a sadist and will opportunistically torment anyone if she sees an opportunity to get away with it. All these really unnecessarily nasty things they say about me and accuse me of on that show are basically her trying to justify the sadistic fixation she seems to have developed for me. In reality she has no excuse for her outrageous, over the top behavior aside from her own psychosis. She needs help but instead of seeking the therapy she needs she chooses instead to take out all her anger on some random, innocent guy who’s only trying to stay alive as painlessly as possible, just because she can.

Anyway, if it is her intention to get me out of the way (which I strongly suspect it is) so they’d never have to deal with me in person, she blew it. She very well may have succeeded if she could have went about things more calmly and methodically, but, fortunately for me, her bloodlust frequently gets the better of her and she goes too far. Plus she has a nasty temper so she’s not even in firm control of herself, let alone the situation. She not only has temper tantrums when she can’t have her way, she gets too excited and goes too far when things start going the way she wants them too, and as a result she often obliterates years worth of carefully laid plans.
You may criticize me for analysing Brownfield’s approach to her job of trying to harass me off the face of this globe. After all, how wise is it to advise her how to do a better job of of making me miserable? Well, I’m not particularly worried about her taking my or anyone else’s advice, especially when it comes to the sneaky, underhanded shit she does. The cunt is just too conceited to listen to anyone anyhow. Anyway, her whole media campaign to blot me out is a universally recognised failure by now. Since I’ve entirely extricate myself from society and have become very proficient at keeping myself amused through my own solitary pursuits they can no longer touch me. The best they can achieve at this point is to annoy me by working up some of the local meth bums who may have caught the latest episode of their show while hanging out in the homeless shelter or some fast food worker who watched it the previous night while smoking dope before he went to bed. I mean, come on, what’s the worse the media can do to somebody after they’ve completely dropped out of society? The only thing that has me really worried these days is all that Satanic stuff they’re doing to me. Where can you hide from evil shit like that? I try and do my best though, I stay positive and I refuse to give up. I also refuse to ‘fight fire with fire’ by getting involved in any of that stuff myself. I refuse to soil myself like that. I’m better than that. That devil shit is fine for a scumbag like Brownfield, but I refuse to stoop that low.

^A small example of the war currently being waged against reality.


Some Words to echo my thoughts:


Went to bed around 7am feeling kind of sick, was woken up around noon by some moron going nuts with a hammer somewhere in an adjacent unit, got up around one feeling fatigued and with a headache. I don’t feel so very wonderful right now but thank god I don’t drink anymore because it’s nowhere near as bad as a hangover. Right now I’m trying to wake up as much as possible, then I’ll take a shower and nip on over to the store. Wanted to do that before I went to bed this morning but I was feeling too sick so I just went straight to bed instead.

Anyway, I have a feeling these Satanic media creeps will be making lots of problems for me from now on, but I will persevere as long as I stay strong and positive. They can’t bring me to harm as long as I refuse to cooperate with them. This binding curse has been a bitch, but now that I know about it it won’t have quite so much power over me as it has in the past. I used to say that sometimes I felt like my hands had been cut off. Worse feeling in the world is knowing something very bad is coming your way yet being unable to prepare for it. I remember eleven years ago when I knew Dana was preparing behind the scenes to kick me out yet I found myself incapable of doing anything to protect myself. Of course the situation itself was already tailor made through years of scheming and planning to squash me as thoroughly as possible, but beyond that they had used arcane rights to tie my soul into knots, so, being ignorant of the lengths they had gone to to immobilize me I was unable to do anything to try and save myself. It was like being tied to the railroad tracks with a locomotive steaming and racing straight for you. In such a situation people will frequently advise you to study the occult yourself and try to cast counterspells and such, but I don’t want to involve myself with forces I don’t fully understand. That arrogant bitch Brownfield is riding high right now on Satan’s cock but that ride won’t last forever and eventually she will have to pay her fare. Personally I refuse to play with Satanic forces just for the benefit of fleeting worldly advantage. Besides, I really don’t think I need to. The fact I’m still here and doing as well as I am despite the fact that hundreds (if not thousands) of witches and Satanists worldwide have been working diligently for my destruction for decades tells me that somewhere I have very powerful allies fighting to preserve me. I admit that I have no idea why I’m Important enough to be caught in the middle of such a divine struggle between heaven and hell, but the fact remains that I am.  If supernal forces already have such strong faith in me who am I to doubt myself?


Anyway I already won this entire struggle for all intents and purposes the second I triumphed over my substance abuse issues, and I did so entirely unaided through my sheer force of will alone. Many people forfeit their lives trying to best those urges and many people, although stopping the physical habits born of them, never manage to entirely conquer the desire to fortify themselves with chemical supplements of one sort or another. I majorly disarmed them once I succeeded in suppressing that obsession and they will never hold that degree of power over me again. That one triumph alone has made our struggle incredibly one sided in my favor.

Anyway I look forward to this all being finally over. It’s been going on long enough and I’ve been sick of it for years now. The best part of all this being over and done with will be to finally know what this is all about. Actually I’ll initially find out what they say this is all about but that will just tell me where to dig. Then I’ll dig and find out what this has all REALLY been about. I think we’re all in store for some pretty big surprises once that comes to pass.

I don’t know when Dana got involved with the Church of Satan, but when I first met her thirty years ago she was very interested in ESP and psychic powers and all that crap. I thought nothing of it because that kind of stuff was still pretty trendy back then, and besides, girls always take a keen interest in stuff like spiritualism and magic. In fact a lot of guys used to cultivate such interests just to give themselves leverage with women. I don’t know just when Dana decided to take the plunge and actually join the hordes of darkness, besides, I believe many people are actually born into it. I can’t say that I strongly suspect that Dana’s family was already involved in it, I mean, yeah, her father was a filthy pervert but her family was never particularly powerful or influential, certainly not enough so that I’d strongly surmise that they were part of any powerful underground organizations, but again it seems everyone I’ve ever been involved with has been very secretive and Dana and her family is certainly no exception so I suppose anything is possible.


As I said before, I’ve been trying to research these Satanists and their magick rituals but my google hasn’t been as cooperative as I’d like, but all that information I believe is available in their “Satanic Bible” so I think later on today I’ll dig my copy out of the shed. Specifically I was wondering if it’s somehow beneficial for their spells if they are in personal contact with the individual they are cursing. I vaguely recall reading something about that but I can’t recall just what it was. Of course if they know their victim personally they can pilfer personal items from them that they can use in the making of their poppets and casting of their spells, but I wonder if there is some more esoteric benefit derived from duping them into thinking they are their friend when they are in fact anything but. The reason I’m wondering is because Dana Brownfield has displayed an obsession with friending me under various fake accounts online over the years.

A lot of the things I’d noticed that she does which I thought she was just doing to be an asshole I have since found were actually part of her magick. For instance I used to think she just got off from taunting me with hints about what she was doing to me behind my back, but later I found out that’s actually part of their spells. They do that to reduce their share of karmic responsibility. It’s like they are warning you of what’s to come, so it you chose not to act on their warning and prevent it’s happening then you yourself share in the blame of your misfortune.

These people are, ironically, the ones who holler the loudest about magick just being a lot of bunk. They are always saying things like ‘if you don’t believe in it it can’t harm you’ and stuff like that.  I’ve used the following quote before, but it bears repeating:

“The less one is aware of the invisible war, the more receptive one is to its ongoing process of demoralization, for the insensate human is vulnerable, malleable and ripe for control.”

-Anton Lavey

So there it is folks, straight from the horse’s mouth. Knowledge is indeed power. Arm yourself with the facts and protect yourselves from these wicked assholes.



The Devil has Many Assholes:

1521018229045Not long ago I was talking about how I’ve been seeing cat or demon eyes watching me in the dark for the past 21 years and these goth girls are all like, “Cool” and “neat” and all that, but there’s really nothing cool or neat about any of this, it’s terrifying, and the fact that I’m not scared worries me. Why am I not concerned that I can see evil eyes staring at me in the dead of night when I’m trying to sleep?  Also I think I should be much more upset by the fact they have hidden cameras in my home than I am, after all, these are people who admit their magick and curses work through visualization, and here I am where I can be seen and watched all the time, 24 hours a day by Satanists who are out to do me in and I’m not even nervous about it. They already have cameras on the streets, in all the shops and restaurants so I should be very concerned these creeps also have them in my home. I think it’s pretty obvious they have put some kind of hex on me to make me passive in the face of all this. I’m not stupid, I know what they’re doing, but I think there’s something other than mere ‘confidence’ that’s preventing me from worrying about it. I think the fact I no longer draw and can’t even write anything beyond a daily journal post is just an incidental side effect of their “binding curse”. The fact I am so complacent and even cooperative when I know these people have eyes in my own home and they are out to get me is obviously the result of this spell. In fact this is it’s very purpose. This situation is unacceptable and something must be done, there is entirely too much at stake for me to be so cavalier about it. I’ve, of course, concocted several solutions to these problems but for some reason could never maintain my enthusiasm long enough to put them in to implementation. I don’t have quite enough money to carry out any of those plans right now, but rest assured that as soon as I do something very drastic is going to happen to remedy this situation.

As I was walking to the store just now my back went out for absolutely no reason and I have a unit inspection this week so I have to clean up around here. The timing is as unusual, very suspicious. Of course, according to folk wisdom bones and muscles frequently ache during wet, damp weather, but the timing is very inconvenient all the same.


Also, the inspection notice I received was most unusual. I’ve not received one in three or four years, so theres that, plus in the past they gave me much more time to prepare for it, and they always included a number I could call to request more time to prepare for it if I needed it. This time they made no mention of such an option. Now, I’m not implying that the building management is in on this, but I suppose it is possible that these Satanists have been up to their old tricks and slandered me to certain key people. I know they have the television show specifically for that but I know they also like to add the personal touch from time to time. Anyway, if some kind of a deadline that they are working against is coming up like I suspect it is I can expect them to start getting extra nasty from now on.

Oh well, no need to freak out. It’s bad luck to have a stiff back and be tired around the clock when you need to be preparing for an inspection, but as long as you cooperate and they can see that you’re doing the best you can you should be alright. I’m not doing anything I’m not supposed to so I’ve nothing to worry about.

I just wonder how much longer I’ll have to put up with their shit. This can’t go on forever and will have to come to an end some time.

Further Reflections:


I’ve been sleeping like crazy this past week, which is very strange. Although it’s true that when the weather changes like this I get very sleepy usually it passers in less than a day and this has been going on for at least four or five days now. I’ve been doing some light research lately into Dana Brownfield’s religion, Satanism, and they have spells for all kinds of stuff, for instance they can infest your home with vermin, they can increase entropy and/or chaos in your life , they can do all kinds of things, they also have what they call a ‘binding curse’ where they try to make you inactive. I strongly suspect they’ve been using this one on me for years. If they have that could help explain why I haven’t even done any artwork in the past 20 years. I had a dream earlier today, something about the curses they’ve been putting on me, but, of course  even though I can remember the dream had an awful lot in it I can’t recall any of it. Another symptom of bewitchment, incidentally, is inability to remember dreams.

They’ve been intensifying their supernatural campaign against me since September, that’s what sparked my suspicions and motivated me to start looking into all this stuff in the first place. I’ve known they were using the media to try and destroy me for decades now, imagine my surprise when I learned they have also been using occult forces to try and obliterate me too. I thought their intensifying their campaign had to do with the refurbishment of my building. They like to render me homeless as a result of refurbishments. I think it’s the symbolism involved that they like, but since that hasn’t happened this time I’m thinking it may actually have to do with my upcoming birthday or something associated with it.

As I said, I’ve been trying to do a little research into Satanism online, which has been very difficult as google refuses to answer any of my questions. I type in what I want to know and what comes back is complete nonsense that has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with what I asked. Whenever you ask about this people invariably spout out some bullshit about “algorithms”, which must be a fancy way of just saying it’s not working, which is something I already know. That’s okay, no big deal, I’m totally used to weird things like that happening to me. Between their messing with my technology through keylogger viruses and their own plants working in various websites and all the black magic curses they have been hurling at me for all these years, well, lets just say “I’ve seen some shit”.

They do have a Wikipedia page dedicated to “Laveyan Satanism” that I have breezed over and I notice they make pretenses to morality. I was thinking that if that’s the case and they do have a moral base, Dana is obviously trying to “punish” me for being bad, but since I’m really not at all bad that would explain why she has so far been unable to put an end to me. However, as good as that explanation may sound it’s based on a lie. Just because these people say they are championing justice doesn’t mean it’s so. Remember, they call themselves “Satanists” for crying out loud. I find it funny that they call their religion “Satanism” yet they claim they have nothing at all to do with the devil. Then why call yourselves “Satanists” if you have absolutely nothing to do with “Satan”? The hypocrisy of these people is so powerful it literally stinks. Since it seems to be the case that these people are indeed evil, my guilt or innocence doesn’t enter in to any of this. I’ve not been preserved because I’m pure or benign, no, it’s because I’m somehow protected by a force that’s more powerful than they are.

There must be a reason why they have been using both the media and Satanism to try and destroy me since the 70’s. This isn’t the workings of a personal grudge and I wasn’t selected randomly. There’s much more going on here than I can understand, maybe even more than I will ever be able to understand.


“The less one is aware of the invisible war, the more receptive one is to its ongoing process of demoralization, for the insensate human is vulnerable, malleable and ripe for control.”

-Anton Lavey


It’s raining like crazy today. Sounds wet and wild out there, all I can hear are cars splashing through the street over and over again. Crazy. Sounds like I’m next to the beach during a storm.

I’m feeling very strange right now. I don’t know what’s wrong. A few minutes ago I was seriously considering going down to the store to pick up a few things, now I don’t know what I’m going to do. Maybe I should lie down for a bit.

When faced with things or situations that don’t make sense, we tend to explain them to ourselves in ways that we can understand. That may involve ignoring certain aspects of what we are trying to understand, simplifying it down to where we find them easily comprehensible. I admit that I don’t understand what is going on. From where I’m standing what they are doing to me is plainly wrong and immoral, but morality and law are two different things. Morality is simple, what is unfair or harmful to society is wrong, but that has too many subjective aspects to make universal sense of. Law is basically a word game.

Slander is wrong. Spreading stories or pictures of someone that prejudices the public against an individual affects his ability to follow his livelihood and provide for himself so he becomes a burden to his family or society at large, so it is simply wrong to broadcast incendiary stories about someone whether or not they are true, especially if the individual was never legally convicted or even charged with anything, but, like I said, law is a self referential word game. Since celebrities are already famous we are expected to talk about them, so it is difficult for celebrities to sue for things like defamation of character. Besides, most celebrities are paid very generously so it’s not very likely they would suffer undue financial hardship just because of a few unflattering rumors. Of course, if a person was incidentally mentioned in the media over the course of a few years and became a sort of celebrity because of it then that person’s name could, I would imagine, be considered part of the public domain, then, possibly,  it could be argued that he is fair game for gossip and scandalmongers, despite the fact it would be morally wrong since this person has to get by the same as anybody else since he derives no financial advantage from being well known. It may be legal to say derogatory things about him over the airwaves, but clearly it is immoral. In a normal society this person would have been made aware that people were broadcasting lurid rumors and stories about him and he’d be able to confront his detractors, but I am deprived of the right to confront these sleazy slanderers because apparently the public has been hypnotized by the media to keep it a sort of sick secret. Again, I admit, I don’t know what the hell is going on so I am trying to make sense of it, but I’ll be honest here, none of this makes a lick of sense to me. I feel like the main character in a contemporary Philip K. Dick novel, it’s positively surreal. What seems to be happening is like nothing I’ve even heard of before. I have always gotten the strangest looks from people, even when I fly to the other side of the continent or when I leave the country entirely. The people who don’t stare at me open mouthed usually just tense up and stare straight ahead, pointedly trying to ignore me. Then there was that flap back in ’07 when everybody thought I was through, I guess they all thought I was going to prison or something,  and I got the strangest emails from all over the world. Based on things like this that I have been noticing all my life it would appear that I am world famous. I admit I find that very hard to believe, but all the evidence points to it, but what’s really hard to believe is that I could be as famous as all that yet still be allowed to wallow in such abysmal poverty. Granted, it’s the first world version of poverty, so at least I’m comfortable and eat regularly, but considering what a huge celebrity I am it seems criminal to me that I’m not allowed any luxuries at all. The reason I see it as criminal to deny me any form of extravagance is because I know that I am being used to make a great deal of money and the ones who are using me to make all that money are themselves living very well.

When I say I’ve always known on an intuitive level that I was in the spotlight and that I’ve always been putting on an act that is not meant to be any kind of apology for anything my character has said or done. I don’t owe any of you any kind of apology. Since when does the person being spied on owe an apology to those who are invading his privacy? If anyone owes anyone an apology here clearly it’s all you who should be requesting my forgiveness. As for any of the things I’ve said that may have offended any of you all I have to say is eavesdroppers never hear any good of themselves.

To just give you a quick example of how demented these people are they have been calling me weird” since the 70’s and constantly go on about how odd they think I am. I suppose they’re too stupid to remember that it was they themselves who, back when I was in grade school, ensured that my life would be both bizarre and unique since it has been reduced to a fucking TV show. Stuff like that is typical of these idiots. Their heads have been lost up their own asses for quite some time. They are obviously not very introspective and do an awful lot of projecting.

Anyway, I’m not naive or totally stupid so I don’t expect to be treated fairly by these people when their retarded game finally comes to an end. I’ve been living as a prisoner in my own home for years now and I don’t expect that to change just because this charade finally comes to an end.

For the past few days I’ve been feeling anxious and depressed. This has been happening to me recently. It’s unusual for me. I don’t talk about this aspect of it much because I know most people don’t believe in this sort of thing but I think they may be hexing me more than usual. These people are Satanists after all, it’s what they do. In case you can’t tell from the overall tone of the show they use me in these people don’t like me very much. Their big plan to do me in has failed, but I still don’t feel safe. Now I’m worried more than ever. I can no longer hear their show so I don’t know what they’re saying now, but they seem to finally be leaving me alone. For a long time after I first moved up here people were constantly bugging me trying to sell me drugs but they stopped that some time ago. I worry they may be cooking up a different scheme now. I can’t imagine they’d abandon an effort over 30 years in the making just because their plan ultimately fell flat, no one just walks away from 35 years worth of work like it never even happened. They haven’t changed their minds about me, in fact I’m sure they hate me more than ever now. Naturally I’m concerned.

Too many movies:

You know, I used to think movies were just plain dumb, but I can see now that that was a very lazy and facile view of the phenomenon that they represent. They are much more than stupid and often incomplete attempts at creativity, they are often intentionally crafted evil, like psychological syringes for administering a deadly toxin directly into the subconscious mind of their intended victim, and the victim appears to be nothing less than Western Civilization itself.

Anyway, you know how California is, we get a little rain and everything grinds to a halt. It’s been raining like crazy out here this past week so I’ve just been watching a lot of silly movies on YouTube. Decided I may as well share some of the better ones with you. As you can see I decided at some point just to watch Asian movies since they aren’t quite as evil as western films:

“Heathers”-(1989) A supposedly “smart girl”, Winona Ryder, tires of running with the popular crowd and decides to kill all her friends with the help of Christian Slater. One thing I find disturbing is their complete lack of remorse throughout most of the movie, and the Slater character never repents at all. What makes this even more disturbing is that this film wasn’t made just for teens, but teenaged girls, and since the movie was made for teens, of course the parents, in fact, all of the adults, are portrayed as lobotomized imbeciles of one sort or another. Of course we already know the media is entirely responsible for the “generation gap”, but they are also responsible for countless suicides, murders and other acts of violence. These are the same people who want to hold everyone accountable for anything they say online while at the same time whenever parents try to sue movie studios or record labels for their childrens’ suicides or murders the cases are invariably thrown out of court before even coming to trial. This is very unfortunate because obviously they will keep poisoning society with this crap until they are finally held accountable.
In this movie we see one very troubled youngster, inspired by the seeming rash of recent suicides of many of the “cool kids” decides to try and kill herself by deliberately walking into traffic. Obviously these media assholes know exactly what they’re doing making trash like this. You don’t have to be a genius to see that these creeps hate humanity with a purple passion.
What I got from this film is that the popular kids held everyone up to a higher standard, in a way, and that’s why Hollywood tells us they needed to die. Hollywood would much rather everyone got on the ground and wallowed in their own filth like the animals they obviously think we all are. “Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs” slater says to Ryder at one point in the film. Hollywood plainly thinks we are dinosaurs and this is why they feed us generous servings of chaos in all their offerings. Near the end of the film slater reveals his plan to blow up the entire school after tricking them into all signing a collective suicide note they were led to believe was a petition trying to get a popular rock band to play at their prom. Of course his plan is foiled, but you know they just slap happy endings on this crap to fool all the blue pilled dumbfucks out there. Slater gives as the reason for masterminding their homicidal spree the fact that he feels nobody loves him and the only place people can get along is in Heaven, and he wanted to destroy the school because to him “the school is society“. One doesn’t have to be overly perceptive to see that the overly judgemental homicidal maniacs starring in this movie represent the souls of the moviemakers themselves.

“Society”-(1989) Teen angst, alienation and paranoia is taken to a whole new level when a highschool student discovers he was actually adopted and his family are cannibalistic slimy slugs and they were raising him only to be the main item in one of their bizarre orgy/feast events. So, you see, parents and adults in general aren’t always just soulless automatons or mindless idiots, they can also be predatory alien creatures. There’s also a weird racial subtext here involving a lot of projection that I see no point in going into. Anyway, if you like weird and creepy shit you may want to check it out.

“The Hitcher”-(1986) The film starts off with some guy who finds himself falling asleep at the wheel while driving through the desert who decides to pick up a hitchhiker who turns out to be a deranged serial killer. The killer pulls a knife and holds it to the face of the driver and makes him say “I want to die”. Hollywood never seems to tire of the suicide and murder motif. No wonder the west has been getting more and more dysfunctional during the last hundred years. Well, the driver was able to push him out of the moving vehicle since the psycho forgot to lock his door behind himself after he got in, but the driver’s victory is short lived since the slasher follows him through the remainder of the film and torments him by killing everyone he comes in contact with, including, remarkably enough, all the cops in the sheriff’s station where the driver was being held in a cell under suspicion of being the psycho killer himself. Much like the media the psycho seems to be everywhere constantly fucking with his head trying to make his life a hell on earth. I admit I didn’t finish it because I refuse to desensitize myself to demented shit like this. Media likes to get into your head and manipulate you. These people used every trick they had to control me for years and it makes me sick. As soon as I figured out what they had been doing to me I determined to cut my strings off and walk away I loathed their touch so much. If you people still have any sanity left in you I advise all of you to do the same. I know from extensive personal experience they don’t want to take you to a good place.

“The Seven Ups”- (1973) Another movie about unconventional cops who don’t follow all the rules but always get results. Despite grumbling from some of their coworkers they are given a free hand because they get the job done. There is a short, wide black guy who we see occasionally drinking on the job,  couple of Italians who grew up together so we are constantly treated to their reminiscing about the old days and exchanging family gossip and information as they are want to do. Someone is kidnapping and robbing gangsters and they suspect the police. They find one of the chauffeurs at one of their funerals is wearing a wire and find he’s a cop, so they, sick of being robbed, decide to give the cops a taste of their own medicine and kidnap him. Two words come to mind, over and over again, “Car chases, car chases, car chases”. The 70s were indeed the decade of car chases and this flick has them in spades, coo coo crazy car chases through the congested streets of early 1970s New York! This movie set the standard for crazy car chase capers for years to come.  Actually I guess there was just one car chase, but it was the ultimate! And boy, do these cops play loose and fast with the rules, they don’t respect anyone’s boundaries if they are hot after something. A while back I’d have considered stuff like this, cops roughing up suspects, breaking into uncharged suspects homes in the middle of the night, as more than a little far fetched, but considering all the sick shit that’s been done to me over the years in the name of lowbrow entertainment I don’t find any of this stuff terribly unlikely.

“One Missed Call”-(2008) This one is pretty good. Typical Japanese fare, but still very entertaining all the same. People get calls placed through their own cell phones, only from themselves in the future, placed just as they are about to die. Of course once they figure out this is happening everyone starts freaking out but there doesn’t seem to be anything anyone can do to stop it, at least until a the discovery in an abandoned hospital. A rotting corpse with a cell phone in it’s hand! I won’t say anymore, partially not to ruin it for you and partly because I’ve watched so many movies since I can’t remember exactly what happened anymore.

“The Curse”-(2005) This is a strange one. This whole village of sorcerers ends up at the bottom of a lake bed because of a dam project. They’ve since dispersed. The villagers had periodic rituals to placate one particularly nasty demon. Some guy who works for a television show dealing with psychic phenomenon notices that this one woman who keeps moving around to different places is leaving a trail of dead and disappearing neighbors. His investigations reveal that she used to live in the wizard town. I don’t want to give too much away as I think it’s worth watching and recommend it so I won’t ruin it for you.

“Rigor Mortis”-(2013) Maybe if I knew more about Chinese occult lore this film would make more sense to me, as it was I started to get sort of lost about half way through. Lots of action and CGI though. From what I understand some magician is out to get rid of two evil spirits, malignant twin ghosts of some kind, and he enlists the help of some guy he saved from commiting suicide. Also, some woman’s husband either dies in an accident or is murdered (seems to be a little bit of both) and since she can’t let the cranky old curmudgeon go she has an evil sorcerer bring him back as a vampire. Things get crazy near the end and, although they kill the vampire the twin ghosts reanimate it’s corpse so the magician gives the failed suicide guy powers to defeat him, but when he does he gives up all the life he’d lived from the moment his suicide attempt was foiled. Like I said, it was a confusing movie.

“Carved: The Slit Mouthed Woman”- (2007) Here they took the Japanese urban legend of the “Slit Mouthed Woman” and made a feature length movie about it, creating an origin for her and supporting characters in the process. This is little more than a competent example of film making in my opinion, plus it has one of those open ended climaxes which I don’t like. I don’t think anybody likes those kinds of endings so I don’t know why they keep using them.

Time Out of Mind:

(Reposted from my deviantart journal)

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Yesterday morning I was dreaming, something about a cross country race across England I was participating in. I was in some gigantic tank like vehicle crossing a body of water. I was looking over the side looking down at the other cars underwater racing across the lake or river bed when I started hearing someone calling my name over and over again. “Ron! Ron!! RON!!!” It sounded like my mother’s voice only my mother would have called me “Ronnie”, but I don’t suppose that matters. While in the tank I received word that some of the cars have been lost, disappeared in a fog patch somewhere. Anyway, someone kept saying my name over and over again with increasing desperation. It was obvious someone was trying to wake me up. I thought it might be important so I woke up. There was nobody here, nor was there anyone at the door or any kind of emergency going on so I don’t know what that was all about.

No, there wasn’t any kind of emergency, or anything else requiring my attention, nothing out of the ordinary at least. In fact, the entire day was disappointingly uneventful.

Last night I didn’t get very much sleep and woke up this morning after only a few hours. Evidently it rained a great deal as I was sleeping judging by the sound of the cars plowing through all the water in the street outside. It’s as humid as hell right now and there was some dipshit banging outside on the side of the building near my bedroom window with a hammer. Because of this I’ve since immigrated out to the living room where I am now typing this. Of course I can still hear the hammering only it’s not quite as intrusive and aggressive sounding as it was when I was closer to it, like how pain loses its urgency when felt through the narcotic haze of morphine.

I never feel like doing very much in warm, humid weather. I don’t like doing much in cold, biting weather either although it is bracing to go out taking care of business in such weather. Fortunately neither is terribly common out here, although we have been getting unusual amounts of rain for the past couple years so there has been more resultant humidity than usual. Not so bad if you can sit in front of a fan with a low setting.

For the past month or two traffic to this journal has dried up considerably. I just now finally decided to investigate this a bit and it seems it has been redirected to the Weed Wacker blog. I guess it makes sense they’d want to redirect traffic away from my journal to that goofy blog. There’s precious little substance there, it’s just a place where I occasionally post goofy shit for laughs. Well, maybe since that one’s become “the place to be” I should make that my new home instead of here, which seems to have been abandoned anyway. Besides, I’d like to leave my “Doom O’Clock” post on my front page here for as long as possible because I feel it contains very important information about this show that I think everyone who watches it should know. Not everything, of course, but the information is important enough that I like to bring it up frequently, but, to be honest, I’m getting real tired of writing it out over and over again all the time.
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I hate it when supposed friends and relatives give me a hard time about stuff they see on this show, as if I have a choice here. I have to play this character, I’ve been forming it since the 70’s. What other choice do I have? Do you think I should just be myself? No fucking way. Show everybody my sensitive points, let them know how to annoy me and worse? I should let my enemies all over the world know my dreams and fears? Let them know my weaknesses that can be exploited and my strong points to be avoided? How fucking stupid do you think I am? What I look forward to more than anything else, aside from getting back some of what has been being stolen from me for the past 43 years is to be able to walk off this set, get out of this costume and finally be myself and live what’s left of my life. I have been literally living this part since I was ten. I deserve a fucking lifetime acting award, but I know I won’t get one. I’ll gladly take the money though, and there had better be a lot of it.

This character of mine, he’s living in a surveillance state, a police state, and he rebels by looking into forbidden subjects because he knows everything he does is being televised. Also, because he’s always on camera he doesn’t feel comfortable starting intimate or personal relationships with anyone so he’s isolated. Besides, he knows everyone has to lie to him so who can he really trust? Ironically, because everyone can always see him and everyone thinks they know him, or, rather, despite this, he feels isolated behind an invisible barrier. Because he’s so famous he feels no connection to his world. Everything seems fake and artificial to him. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it makes life very interesting, but he doesn’t feel comfortable enough to try and participate. Instead he intellectually analyzes everything. He’s fascinated with figuring out what everything is about, he wants to know the causes, and when he finds them he wants to know what causes them, and on and on. He feels he’s in purgatory or limbo condemned to watch his life go by, drain away, waiting for his sentence to expire so he can at least live out the tail end of his life and do a lot of the things he feels he’s been prevented from doing for the past forty years.

It amazes me people have been watching this thing for years, my most intimate and private moments broadcast all over the world as public entertainment , and the only thing people think to do is criticise me for saying something they consider stupid or wacist, or if I spell “loser” wrong or something like that yet no one even seems to notice the lack of ethics and morality inherent in the very nature of this show. It’s symptomatic of a degenerate pathology in both the people making and broadcasting this show as well as the viewers of it. I probably have a coast to coast audience even when I take a shit. I don’t think they even bother to mosaic out anything. I know I used to get live running commentary on everything I was doing in my room back at the welfare building. I don’t know, maybe there’s a time delay for the cable broadcast and they have an opportunity to do some censoring, but to be honest that would seem out of character given everything else I know about this production and those behind it.

This whole celebrity experience has been decidedly unpleasant for me, the only positive thing about it is that I may possibly be payed. Not because they want to, mind you, not because they think it would be fair, but given the very public nature of how they have been violating me they may feel obligated too. If not for public opinion being strongly in favor of them compensating me for the ruin they have caused me I’ve no doubt they’d gladly weasel out of their obligations to me with a sparkling, crystal clear conscience. All I’m asking is that they give back a little of what they have been stealing from me. How can I make a cent off my work when they are using it to generate commerce for themselves? Since they put every damned thing I’ve ever done on their own website I don’t even get the dubious pleasure of views, let alone comments. I often wonder if that last part may not be intentional, part of the psychological war they have been waging against me to further bring down my self esteem.
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Unlike the people that edit and promote this show I’m not a fucking hack. The more discerning among you may notice some contradictions in my posts. I am perfectly aware of them. This whole situation is schizophrenic. The people who originated this madness not only lack basic morality and ethics, but sanity as well. They are clearly insane and they have devoted over forty years trying to project their own idiocy down onto me. Wheels within wheels within wheels. A big attraction to this show is doubtlessly that I’m being fooled (made a fool of) because this whole thing is being kept a secret from me, but I guarantee that there are big things about this media project that you, the public, doesn’t know, so I’m not the only one being fooled. The media has been making fools of the public for well over 100 years.

No, I’m not a nitwit hack like Dana Brownfield and all the other imbeciles working on this stupid show. I’ve not been afraid to touch upon sensitive topics. Sure, from time to time I’ve allowed myself to become the parody they promote, mostly for the laughs, but, unless they’ve edited it out, I’ve also given people a glimpse of the actual nuts and bolts through the cracks in my performance and given the public a look at the decomposing faces of those who set out to degrade me through their media. I know they’ve always tried to focus on what they perceive of as my own insanity, but I hope I’ve succeeded with this journal to show how that’s just another symptom of their own dementia.

Anyway, like I said, since I want to leave that one post I mentioned on my first page I will start making posts on the Weed blog, and maybe just keep adding to this one on here as well. In fact I will also repost this one on that blog as well just to let everyone know what’s going on.