Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Amy Havel "Tell Me Why-I don't Like Mondays" Shooter 6(cont.)



there are lines we do not cross the VOICE Imparted

I think to him,"uh you shove neural dust up my blood brain barrier and you tell me lines cannot be crossed ..."

"it's Virtual Reality...we have to see how real it can be...without someone getting ..."lost in the game"

"seems to me it's about MAKING some one get lost in the game...."I graph

"we have to cover all the bases......"THE VOICE impart

" and I have to cover my tracks..."I graph...."it's all a game isn't ? I suppose those divined to the top of the food chain
have appetites
and diversions that we mere mortals .....do not"

"Sociopath- ology goes hand in hand with Socio Economics......always has ...you think the head of ancient clans ...was domesticated
by altruistic ...
love thy neighbor?horseshit? or eat thy neighbor if one is Hungry...Neuronautics....simply wants to remake
and rewind
the system a bit
so certain types
who would not have survived if it were not for this free for all Live and let Live and procreate at will
twas a mistake to let it go this far...
but I reckon someone had to pave the roads...
lay the sewer pipe...

but it's all laid...isn't it..
the cell towers,the the bell towers .."

I cannot help but think
what other towers were laid  as well...

I feel a sharp pain in my left arm...

"those who think like that do not think for very long...."

I had made the mistake of watching several documentaries ...
my reactions
toward
some in depth analysis of basic architectural
discrepancies
did not "go well "

or unlisted....

some things must be looked upon with reverence...
some things must not be swayed
by
swayed by some tree hugger film maker..

there is a sacredness
to some events
that an idiot like you cannot begin to understand.....

"I was watching a fuckin" tv show...sorry if for a brief 3 seconds I "scratched my fuckin head...thought of things as the film maker "swayed" me to"

5.6 seconds to be exact...THE VOICE Imparts
and trust me
film makers like that VOICE said are also SEEING and HEARING things ...THE VOICE Imparts
being re-educated...

only a certain type would
 chose to watch such programming except to
perhaps
take down names
of the
scum who might be involved
in a film like that's production

TAKE OUT A PEN
and a notebook
and
flip to the end of that documentary

be of some use

in this New Way and age
it's dangerous to not be a useful unit..

I refuse to
take out a pen and make Lists...

"I was kidding you cocksucker...we have all the names
all the numbers...I suppose there's an awful lot of Germaine Efficiency
involved
in
The New Who's Who....even without Direct Neural Interface..."

this sure is some Immersive Reality Game you're creating - I think towards IT

tis what it will be.....

"did you know that by October 2001 there was a 40% spike in the sale of cell phones..
nothing like a little disaster
to cause one to reach out and touch another...."



and I get the odd sensation
that feels truly my own
that
That my Intraneural Partner/mentor

wants to simply see if I dumb enough
to give them
"just cause"

"just cause," he enter ,"just because we can.....your evoked potentials indicate you will be dumb enough to post this little conversation directly on line...but I have long since only begun writing of the interface in notebooks

"everyone must play the part "in the game"tis not mine to be an example of
The Type
nobody will miss
when

the

deep purple


falls

"one can always switch sides...."Please Allow Me to Introduce myself i'm a man of wealth and taste"

I quickly pick up a pen and paper
and
turn on the tv
make a list...


but my fingers are not fast enough
and my eyes
and ears
once again see the comparisons of the
1934 burning of-----the """"""" in Germany that
the narrator says
"set a new tone"
and created new laws
as if
over night

2 seconds of
filmed footage
sets me
mind
toward
the doubt
the filmmaker wanted to instill in me

and I suddenly hate the film maker for daring to
incite me
and entice me
to his warped view of the world

"That's what they do.....so called artists ,so called poets, writers and dissidents 'The Voice Imparts

I hate the filmmaker
the instigator...

but IT senses that
my hate is not great enough

and induces
an emotional spike in my Theta Waves
to make sure
My Aim is True

"people like THEM .should not exist...," IT Imparts

"i want you to get rid of ***** as he is already filming a companion piece to the documentary..you would not have these strange ideas if the STRANGE so called "artists and filmmakers, writers and playwrights and singers and songwriters did not deliberately try to SHOOT YOU full of it...so if  I ask you to SHOOT BACK
it is Only because they SHOT first
these
malcontents
are a contagion on society
I need proof
of your
allegiance to rid the world of vermin...in this new age of thought transcription WE your Mentors
can help
you
not be swayed by THEM

my mind is not clear enough not to visualize the footage

and thus

impart these visuals and words towards IT

he knows I cannot
help
but
think and thus interface
the filth the film maker has writ upon my mind

I attempt to think in symbols

the shape of pear, the colors of sunset,the roundness of a circle....

but the more I try to THINK AWAY
from the televised image
that entered my perception
the more it boomerangs back

IT insists I
watch a movie
any movie
quickly quickly

I think to IT that he needs to over ride my senses....
images of pornography
usually do the trick

a wave of directed energy heightens parts of my temporal lobe
that instigate
"sexual healing"

but at the same time
my
flick of the
channels lands
upon
a
image of a child eating a graham cracker...

"jesus Evan..."I think angry
with the inexactitude of
our telemetry...

to fix the problem
I am sent an occipital overlay of
SIGHT
and
an actor
"i am telegenically smitten with" appears to me ....
in the far corner of the room

but the actor is eating a graham cracker
and my olfactory senses are over ridden
with the smell of
Graham

"oh the places you will go ....if you dare post this interface"

but the posting is my only form of leverage

of this ungodly

Game of Tones

"even if you kill yourself....I got your consciousness on "tape" baby boy...
I can
download you
into any and all forms of being....
would it not be
interesting
if we decided to
upload your
Ruinerous Mind into
a pig or a goat
or a...."

leverage
documentation
evidence..

or the
acceptance of the unacceptable
possession

that only asks that I SHOOT BACK

.................................
I wait for
guidance
for
interface
for
advice
I can
no longer think for myself














 

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