NO TIME FOR SGTS.- operation Artichoke
Project MKOFTEN was a covert Department of Defense program developed in conjunction with the CIA.in 1966, partner program to MKSEARCH, the goal of MKOFTEN was to "test the behavioral and toxicological effects of certain drugs on animals and humans" and also study the effect of "ritual trauma based abuse to attempt understand occult influences and symbol based stimuli on a human organism[1]
"A KISS BEFORE DYING"-
Franca Viola (born in Alcamo in 1947) is a Sicilian woman who became famous in the 1960s in Italy for refusing a "rehabilitating marriage" ("matrimonio riparatore" in Italian) with her victimizer after suffering kidnapping and rape. Instead, she and her family successfully appealed to the law to prosecute the rapist. The trial had a wide resonance in Italy, as Viola's behavior clashed with the traditional social conventions, whereby a woman would lose her honour if she did not marry the man she lost her virginity to. Franca Viola thus became a symbol of the cultural progress and the emancipation of women in post-war ItalY
Franca Viola was the eldest of farmers in Alcamo, Sicily and was described as a beautiful girl, of remarkable kindness and very polite, who was sorry because, given the modest economic conditions of her parents, she had not been able to afford to attend high school and wished to marry for love with a respectable young man and have children of her own. In 1963, Franca, aged 15, met Filippo Melodia, aged 23, a wealthy but turbulent and overbearing young man, with whom se became engaged; however, shortly after Melodia was arrested for theft and police revealed he had close relations with a powerful family of the local mafia. At this point, Viola broke up with him, supported by her parents and decided she did not want to see him anymore. Once released from prison, Melodia started again courting her without success and bothered both Viola and her parents, going so far as to set fire to some farms they owned and threatening her father with a gun, by shouting: "Chista è chidda che scaccerà la testa a vossia" ("Sooner or later, I will shoot you in the head with this"). In the early hours of December 26, 1965, Melodia broke into Viola's house, along with a dozen criminal blows, beat Viola's mother who was desperately trying to save her daughter and kidnapped Franca and her little brother, Mariano, aged 8, who was released some house later because he was panicking.[Young Franca was repeatedly raped and segregated for 8 days into Melodia's sister and brother-in-law house, in the centre of Alcamo. Melodia threatened Viola, telling her that now she would be forced to marry him so as not to become a "dishonored" woman, but Viola replied that she had no intention of marriage and, moreover, that she would have him sued for kidnapping and rape. Viola's father initially tried to commit suicide, because he feared his daughter had already been murdered by Melodia, but was dissuaded and contacted the Carabinieri police to save his daughter. He pretended to come to terms with the kidnappers for his daughter's marriage with Melodia, while actually collaborating with the Carabinieri police in preparing a successful dragnet operation. Viola was thus released and her kidnappers arrested on January 2, 1966, five days before her nineteenth birthday. She said her father asked her if she really wanted to marry Melodia and, when she said she did not want it, he replied she was acting right and he would do everything possible to help her.Melodia offered Viola a rehabilitating marriage, but she refused, thus acting against what was the common practice in the Sicilian society of the time. According to traditional social code, this choice would make her a "donna svergognata": a "woman without honour" (literally: a shamed woman), as she had lost her virginity without getting married. It is notable that these conceptions were not exclusive to Sicily or rural areas; to some extent, they were also implicit in the Italian Code of Criminal Procedure of the time, which equated rape to a crime against "public morality" rather than a personal offence, and formalized (in art. 544) the idea of a "rehabilitating marriage", stating that a rapist who married his victim would have his crime automatically extinguished.
"DRAT THE CAT"-
After Viola refused to marry her rapist, her family were reportedly menaced and persecuted, to the point of having their vineyard and cottage burned to the ground. These events and the following trial had a wide resonance in the Italian media, and the Parliament itself was directly involved, as it became obvious that part of the existing code clashed with the public opinion. Melodia's lawyers tried to maintain that Viola had consented to a so-called "fuitina" (a runaway to get married secretly) rather than being kidnapped, but the trial found Melodia guilty. He was condemned to 11 years in prison, later reduced to 10 years.
Despite people predicted she could not have been able to find a suitable husband, Franca Viola married a young man she had loved since childhood, Giuseppe Ruisi,
OPERATION-"so You Wanna Be in Pictures"
OPRATION WOODHOUSE (1967)
the voice is not Evan's
but Tru Christie's
and the inner voice ...of
"The Inner voice OF OUR Co Conscious venture,"Tru imparts,"the endless braying,whining, Inner Voice of our Dumbo.
Our
Pino Parker in the piece..,"he mockingly graphs'cracker..."
He Visages me an image of him
Blurry
but
beautiful.
in a suit
from a decades or maybe centuries ago
his face. Though pixelated
is also form another rage
but
the visage is of a timeless handsome-ness
only according to the graph
a computer could
pull off..
HE slurping down a what appears to be a piping hot foam cup of coffee
in one gulp...
daring me
to
invite the sensation ....in my throat.
"it's a new term...Petey Pie
new instructors....new format
he graphs me a CLOSE UP of another foam cup of coffee so hot that I Inner Vision the cup melting
Tru
graphs ...
to me how very much he'd like me to feel
what it might FEEL like
if he
did his "DRINK ME" bit
like I do my SMOKE ME
bit...all over his and their Project..
"so no more Dumbo...Claude Hoover Bukowski
Pino
Pinnochio
Peter
Park Her Rise of the house of Peto (1963) once upon a time
Once.There was a youngish ,brilliantish brilliantined
scientist named G.H. Peto.
This youngish,adventurish ,handsome-ish maverick
scientific genius worked at a place we shall call
Mind over Matter Amalgamated..Located in an industrial
park type of set up in the outer limits of Memphis ,Ohio.
it was the early 1960's and "Futurism" was in the air..Yes
Pino Peter...everywhere one looked...every movie and song one
heard and saw..featured rockets,satelites and cosmonauts
but oddly enough G.H.Peto found little of "this vibe" ya' see
at Mind over Matter Amalgamated and thusly G.H.Peto decided
quite boldly to go his own way and set up his own lab
for
much
like his wife,
the Town Pump by the by
G.H. also enjoyed
"Doin' His Own Thang."
Ooooooooooo how Mrs. Peto hated G,H. working on his IBMish A.I. logarithms in their semi finished basement-
as with "in da' houuuuuse" Mrs .Peto couldn't "Get Around" as Roundatiously
as she could
like
previously.(In very many ways Mrs .Peto was like you in this regard
nothing ,not even a vow,
a contract
and the unspoken
agreements upon such vows,such contracts are built
could stop the lousy dame
from doing WHATEVER SHE WANTED .WHENEVER SHE WANTED
with anyone she wanted ..,
to have
a gooooooood time------------------------------------------
However Peter
the not so new Newlyweds
did their best
to "at the very least"
KEEP UP APPEARANCES
That is until Mrs .Peto's appearance
began to change quite vividly. For even with G.H quite literally
underfoot in the semi finished basement working on
what we shall simply refer to as
"The Foundations of Artificial Intelligence".....Mrs.Peto still managed to
satisfy her seemingly insatiable NEED for "a good time"
A grand enough "good time" Petey my boi...that G.H. noticed his wife getting rounder and rounder with each passing month.
G.H. knew th his ya' see..because Mrs. Peto
was
real real touchy ya' see
in the "don't touch me department " with Mr. Peto
especially
since ole' G.H. wasn't bringin' home"the dough" so consistently no more.
Ya 'see Peter..
G.H.Peto was doin' some rather radical research that required G.H. Peto to seek
financing concerning his Big Ideas concerning Synthesized still Theoretical mind you,- Psychological Constructs concerning Human Engineering
and because
of this G.H.found himself
dealing with certain agencies
cetain Change Agents
a wee bit removed from the private sector.....Oooooooooooooooh
how G.H. began to hate Mrs' Peto and
just as much ,if not more! The KID,who
twasn't HIS inside her...G.H. came up
with what he called in his Inner Visions
THE 40 YEAR PLAN...
that would give his private research
a boast in the arm finically speakin"
AND!
get back at Mrs' Peto-for bein'
Such a Playa'
He graphs me on image of the Coffee Cup
somehow seemingly hotter than it was
the foam melting more visibly
LUKE!
LUCAS!
LOONY!..............Tru Christie Imparts..
pausing ..waiting for me to "catch up"...to
understand something un said,ungraphed..
un -imbued. upon me...
wake up Dumbo ,he graphs...his hand on the coffee cup
which I feel..
in my hand
................and next down
my throat....
"That's ! what crack does to your insides....you Punk
Piece of Junk........."
I pass out.
but not for long..
I smell ammonia
and see what appears to be a cheap looking
children's book scaled to mural size....
the book is open ...some illustrator's version of "the woods"
based on some other illustrator's version of another illustrator's
version of Fairy Tale....
"Oooooooooo no Pinnochio!
tell me.GRAPH ME you didn't just think that...for your OWN sake....that rendering took us days to create...
JULIAN
JUDAS
HOLLIGAN
DONKEY BOI!...........................
I said Peter
GRAPH ME ya' didn't just think that
I believe THE RIGHT response
would be-"Sir,YES Sir"
the book disappears and is replaced
by
a very small looking foam cup
"Sir,yes sir" I graph
No ,Tru Christie graphs..
ya gotta MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmean it.....
I gottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttta Feeeeeeeeel It
I gulp...
and it seems "that's Good enough"
"For now,"Tru graphs...
Imparting that I'd better lie down for the next part of"the story-as we don't want
Our Drone -tagonist to pass out again....doooooooooooo we?"
well...G.H. Peto comes up with this rather tantalizing
rather intricate plan ya' see....(ooooooh you will)
This 40 Year Plan of Mr.Peto's that will satisfy both his
research needs and him deal with his sense of being the
cuckold in his kunt of wife's storyline ya 'see...
in a nutshell
which you IS...kiddo...
a nut.in a shell...
and that shell.....as you know...
is not quite thine own
nor thy eyes
thy ears
and what little is left betwixt thy ears..(nor was EVER meant to be)
quite like the child in Mrs. Peto's "tummy" Por Que?
which is Why Mr Peto decided to sell the little bugger
the genuine Son of a Bitch to
certain branches of the scientific community
quite in need of such an item.....
now Pinnochio
now Peter.
Now Mark-ed
don't get me wrong that baby boi was placed in any wicker basket
and crated away to Bimbombay or anything so exotic as this...
no,no Pinocchio!....as G.H. Peto already
referred to the shell in
his beloved's womb....Pino Pumpkin Pete would be raised
as The family Peto's own....G.H. ya'see went
along with missus confabulation that THE KID twas his
conceived ya ' see.
on some dark and stormy nite
"were ya' realllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly
that drunk....dear
ta' rememeba"
by 1963 innovations were made using microwave pulsations
(The Frey Effect) that could direct words and therefore thoughts
into another's mind without
another ,besides the Participant these
technologies were 'aimed" at
hearing these pulsed directives . as this type of directed energy
often called Voice to Skull technology completely by passed
the auditory canal
1975"The "real" Indigo Children of Orange County
Ours moms and dads,either one always 3 steps removed, used to go out to elaborate parties which seemd to ineviably concerr with Visiting Day weekends Th eparties were not the kind of parties one brings a child into and for this reason the pack of us loitered around the highrise lobbies and /ot highrise rooftops..usually the oldest boy or girl in the circle of court manadated visits was in charge of keeping the Childre of the Visiting Day Weekends both safe and entertained.my mom was very good looking,...people dropped things for no reason when she was walked by..
.there were around 7 of us strag alongs .
we hung around in the lobbies of fancy apartments
.we all got to know each other.most of the parents were divorced .it was visiting day.weekends .every other weekend.
"my name is Veda,"the girl in the lobby said.I had seen her around other lobbies.she often wore a crown on her head or something shiney in her hair.I had seen her and her brother sit for 3 hours ,very still ,not saying a word
she was 7 if she was a day,"this is my brother Kit,He doesnt speak.He is magical.
we can communicate without words.some people can,it runs in families,I want you to run upstairs and get us cookies and soda,"
I told her we weren't allowed upstairs.And Kit began having a fit,
"see what you did?"she said,"now quick ,quick run upstairs and get us cookies and soda before something happens"
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