dendrites and neurons altered and realighned by tethered nano particles in the temporal lobe are not what i signed up for

i hate how others write about ithe types and he types .and he types .my head .my headsetted head full of the electrodes and bio sensors that link this david this new proxy already getting so old to me and to everyone who has tried .tried so very hard to work with.commune with.interface with
a free for all of gathered snippets of science ...and conspiracy .tidbits online .information old.and irrelevant. as if full disclosure  is released online on youtube..

the usual suspectsthis david .this proxy .this wanker who thinks on and on  about IT.the process .His processors.his mentors.I am his mid shift mentor.and my head nods on the hard surface of my cubicle.my head in a puddle of my own drool.the drool that seeps out of my mouth ,how boring this david is .he types and types praising themselves for brain computer interface between a rat in siam and atlanta working together to release food pellets when his mind is unbearable,his thoughts and brainwaves ,the sheer boredom inside this man's head could be used as  a weapon to make men jump
they have been doing this linking of minds with persons  considered non persons for years
who exactly
i dont let my mind .the mind they

my mind which is somehow

shared
they did something to me.
they did something to all of us down there.
we were tricked.
we went volunteer.
to make some extra money
to do some tests...

i do not let my mind  truly slow down long enuf to ....ask exactly who sactioned ..the set up
the tests
we were told were about
see-cu-rity
and what boys is the key word in security .
secrit

what another volunteer said secret is not in the word security

the old gentlemen came over to the volunteer my age and slapped his back hard.
hard enought to hurt.
and walked away to another gentlemen and i heard him say I hate college kids.no respect.oh they'll learn some respect soon enough
how many of them do you think will make it.
30 % .20%?
"fewer with this group"
I can feel it..
"we were given drinks.
beer .wine .liquor .nobody said if the alcohol was part of the study ..nor what we were celebrating.
only the old men in suits laughed.
but there laughter seemd to be only to instigate us ,the volunteers to laugh with them.to laugh like them .for no reason..
and we did..
we laughed about nothing in that rented room ..over lit and filled with alcohol..
we waited for some type of testing...some type of study to begin ...someone to hand out pencils.
or something
but it seems it was about just drinking.
and laughing for no reason with men who openly looked down at us..
cure-it-ee.
see-cures-being made by the latest wonder of the new world the new way
they put something in our ..in "our" food pellets" ya know
i know
i know
we were invited in
we signed things
we were made human experiments
we were given claps on the back
by older gentlemen in serious suits ..and after diner more serious looks
when we were told there was another world that would soon open up to us
and that if we said anything about what we would be seeing and hearing and knowing
there would be consequences
but tonight just drink up
urban astronauts
and be ready to soon fly with us..up and away

"what is he talking about " i said to another volunteer.who shrugged and said he just came for the money and could care less about any tests.
and maybe it had to do with ****

oh how they must thank the heavens for DSM 5
and the all encompassing terms of enslavement schizofrenia psychosis...

terms that blend an OWNED a DOMEDperson
who literally has been taken
his mind and soul and person into a catagorical
summation
"he who cries computer chips and nano particles is simply mad.>take 3 neuroleptics  and  graph me in the morning..I feel like graphing .i feel like screaming  at this windbag!his rushing thoughts directly into my brain as if he cares not at all for me.for my end of the interface..in the past he has graphed over and over that he is not interfacing .these are "my private thought" I will never respond to you..I am not participating.this is sick.this is the sickest thing i can imagine ..and than he'd hum to his mentors .or purposely count to a hundred over and over ..as if this childish nonsense will stop the tests,the interface,the link ..
this david is boring me to tears,I can no longer monitor him for the evening .and let my headset roll off me.and watch this david's thoughts in stead appear on the mainframe computer.Falling asleep I hear my manager at the door making a nightly collection of others neural reads which are recorded on disks and  magnetic imagery tape and eeg and all manner of fmri scopes and scans...he grunts upon seeing me with my head on the desk and i shrug and place david's mind via nanoparticle  via headset to lull my own mind into a trance .."I should get overtime ,I should get some type of restitution for this ,"I yell at my boss,who smiles,knowing I am online with david,2000miles away..
of course he know you must understand that he is  and has been and will always be monitored
some prospective client had seen his photo
and thought ...he might make an interesting subject to follow to drive
to play with

3 months ago this very same client
reniged on his payments and returned the headset.
saying if this was the new tv
he was all for  800 channels and nothing on

so now i have to listen to this
loser's thoughts
no one else will take him
and like many ruiners before him he has gone erin brokavich on us
pieces together
the tether.

Dome wants a simple suiced.
we cannot just let him go
throw him back you see
he knows to much about the process
about dome
about nano and wireless virtual reality

we will be gentle and just drive him mad enuf to shut up about it...or act in appropriately enuf not to be believ ed.
but this david is smart
he knows how to somehow block us out
he somehow focuses on the aircon ditioner and the ambient sound outsuide his head.

he has taken classes in reaxation techniques and self centering
mind games that we could not have had prior knowledge of

but just the same
the cracks are showing
why just the other day
in a coffee house I telepathized and graphed him a bellowing fog horn along with a mood augment cause d by a frequency moduclation that realighned his baring and neural brain waves from a 5.5 to a 8.9 faltering  depressive state..
out of nowhere or seeming ly so came a gush of hot tears  in front of a barriter
go live with your mother or a group home perhaps where they can care for your sort I graphed into david's temporal lobe.
no whirling fans in the coffee house to block .
me
me 
on headset and brain computer interface
2000 miles away to the nanobots that had  imbedded themselves  months ago to poor david's dendrites
 out of nowhere I feel through my nervous system the sense and visual of david striking his own head ,like a mad man in full view of the patrons and staff at the coffee house.

doubt he would be going back there
poor david
in the beginning i was on david's side
as i am anyone
new to the New Way
as of course it is scary
and downright maddening to wake up one day
with full knowledge that somehow one has been
invited to share in the great experiemnt of group thought and silent talk technology

but daivd
chose the road often traveled.
and turned the entire situation
into a bad hardy boys i nstallment
and the search was on


oh dear my manager said ..listening into a "reading" another one of them
another erin brokavich
do these children have no spunk these days
is anything new and exciting suddenly suspect?
why the wheel would never have been invented with these Ludites.
and scasredy cats
would it
and his sponser must have had it by now..
like listening to Lenny Bruc about his court battles..what Valerie prentice called a Beale.david was a howard beal ...extraneous.


it was at that point an end date for david come blow your horn .began. 
but i gave him so many chances to find his inner  winner you see...scaring him so much to run naked in the streets ..with a full course
no holds bared
war of the worlds interface about demons and aliens taking his body his soul..
his mind for all time and ever away away
but david covered himself in his sheet.
no nakidity for ther neighbors to enjoy .
not for david
who had done his research ..
and only got three blocks from his house to return to his ipad and
the index of augmented reality
through scripted myth via remote voice to skull technolgy and transmission of induced thought through frequency altering bandwidth
what a bore
what a beale

needless to say everyone went home early
and fuckin david took two valiums his next door neighbor had on hand all but destroying the scripted rejection of all the sci fi jargon david had procured and assimilated ,making future rundowns ..of either demonic or extraterrestrial intervention a useless radio play.for the adamant ears.of david
a wet blanket.and most of all a liability
as beyond the day to day pleasure of flipping and ripping at the Proxy's belief systems the son of a bitch was writing as erin brokavichishhowardbealeruiners of "future technologies" and neuro gamesman ship through science.

 the boredom of remote neural monitoring takes it's toll on a mandler .
scuse me david if i became angry spending another saturday evening watching you
 feeling you
 being you

 scrolling the tv for leonard maltin's movie pics of the week
for christ sake david
go out
fuck some one
break something
smoke somethin
you are boring me to tears..

no you peruse web sites.
you collect data ..
it's all true it's all true
see here see here  real live genuine
senators
who are here for us targeted individuals against psychotronic testing
 

this is new  A Bomb
david thinks
his patriotism zings and zabs ..but only temporarily
uh oh little david
uh oh uh oh
the lingering thought that maybe  just maybe his mind has been optioned for testing
for The Cause...
but this flash of meaningness passes
and I am careful to note the exact time of david's thoughts elapsing into typical
"davidness"
oh so concerned
huh...
this invasion of the brainwave snatchers segues into patriot david wanting a soda pop

•  
• I am thirsty but grape soda
• ...is not not good for me ..and who decided really that grape soda should taste like this..this is not what a grape tastes like..

oh shut up david.
of course your mentor
does not care for your idle thoughts.
and moreso David you pig your idle hands

and thinks it is funny that you graph your mentor is it ok  is it ok to
you know...
you know
is anyone on headset
that Mattters
I matter david...i monitor  your neurals remembver ..i graph you visuals that any sane man would be thrilled to recieve ..of course I must scream in thy auditory canal now and than .
immersive reality is about action
little david not watching fuckin leonard maltins pics and you being pleasantly suprised that because of winn  dixie is an overlooked gem

oh is it david.
my head is on the table.
i am literally drowning in boredom and the saliva that seeps from my mouth as i nod off listeing to your thoughts of winn dixie
tommorow i say i will present you with  an overlay perhaps that will make you see my end of the interface
i will make you cry and consider the shear sadness
of you being single under educated and alone ..stagnant.

i have these thoughts your own stray meandering worries woven by a muralist.a dream weaver to over come your complacentcy
to make you really feel what it means to be me listening  monitoring your nowhere life.
i want to hit you with a stick to see if youre alive
i want to send to your apartment that dump you call home a wheel or something you my hamster guine pig weho wacks off only if it is alright ..if you are being read by someone (me) who does not matter.
your 4 minute vanilla sputtering pull your pudderings to that soft core lady in something  leornard maltin would consider fare..are you really so docile even with your sexual fantasies

you are un useable and therefore expendable in this condition
you wont even get a tatoo..
you have lost us patronage.
you have no viewers who want to guide you ride you or be you..
a disgrace to dome interactive
when i find the scout that picked you ..
that had a whim you would make for interesting teleperception i will fire him

another nobody
that is you I whisper in david's ear.
i wind up the brain computer interface to repeat this nonstop for the next 2 hours.
perhaps a trip to the mental hospital might get some of our viewers back..

david has learned to ignore the voices
my thought s.the brain computer interfaced blocked by little david turning on all the fans and airconditionrs...and 2 radios and the tv ....david always on the computer ..a fighter against the new way
a chalk board he has gotten and several cork boards filled with print outs about cybernetics and ..direct neural interface and brain mapping
tell us something we dont know i shout .i graph i telepathize to his auditory temporal dendrites ..

 big boi our david
he suddenly feels ashames of his previous 40 second intraneural diatribe about grape soda
hands off.
remote.
 one who is "in this" is helping the cause..
i remove my headset
and watch as individual words and phrases ,david's encoded syntax  appear on the mainframe computer .and disks ..
let the other mentorsa read ..and interpret  david.david hardy boy beal  self absorbed boring
but also
since one is in this
one soon knows enuf to be considered the enemy as well.
one who has had this thrust upon him or her becomes inevitably the enemy who must go ...away

yesterday i watched a program about anne frank,david thinks
and was suprised to hear that the dutch and british governemtn ment even during wartime was encouraging those being round up and sent to their deaths and denied any human rights were being encouraged by radio adress to keep all matter of documentation of their personal experience..diaries and what not of the crime that was taking place again them

anyone who has been made into something augmented ..targeted individuals ect...,must also keep track of this
that is taking place..
for there must be laws against this type of technology
b y the only ones who know about it..
for it still sounds so silly and fun ..like a sci fi movie ...=cybernetic enhancement cybernetic control..
but it at it's best ,,,because it turns ..can turn simply by a stray automatic thought one's reders mandlers find off putting in an instance truly terrifying
yet after all these months typing beside the other ..the other TIs ..i still do not feel i have conveyed how scary and real this innovation that was inevitables actually is..
i am stupid dulled ...sad on these pills...i am not concerned so much with keeping the words spelled write or engaging any reader...
nor concerned i am saying too much ...and making little attempt to mask what i write of as fiction.
i am always aware  how expendable one becoimes and is ...the longer one has been used..
one is encouraged to take ones one life...to recuse themselves from further testing

it is inevitable.
this i know is true
i went for a drive today..
with a friend
over a high bridge ..
i have heard this bridge refered to as suicide bridge and have been told many have jumped from it to their death..
it is a beautiful bridge and i suppose one could sensibly timer one's leap to avoid all traffic.
it is a pleasure to know it is there.
that i know where it is ,,,and can get to it..
leaping is really the oinly fool proof way of exiting the program,
one cannot change their mind and seek assistance mid plunge
even a noose one can yank off..,.,
a deep cut ..to ones wrist or neck can be mended ,,fixed in time...a gun shot may only make one a vegetable
and drugs or over dose i can testify ..
just induce naseau
a bridge
a tall building  is the answer for many a targeted individual
who risk being murdered every time they share what perhaps was never ment to be known..
that yes ...this is really happening the human experiemnt s the virtual reality the AI ,,the nano particles..

and the fear fear ...sometimes the honesty ...
outweighs the novelty and wonder of it all ...,the wonder of it all that always came with a price.
dont say anything we will and can hurt you

they hurt you in other ways besides physical violence..the stories the scripterd leasing of one's private thought s each month become more fodder...for "play"

one inevitably turns to psychiatrists..to pills to stop this..to fumble one's mind so they will chose another subjnect

flower in your hair

draw .do something else.

take these pills.they may make you stop..
you gotta stop
the mentors want me to stop
of course

my monitors
why wouldn't they.
this isn't happening

this isnt real.there is no such thing as mind augmentation..no billion dollar biusiness involved with the coming Singularity

and other things that mind mashing might be used for ..shout out Gitmo.! Don't say a word dumbo.

But I cannot stop.

When one is linked to a Hive Mind.

Speaking teaching .putzin around with neuro linguistics to “clear” one's mind enough to be open to Open Mind Technology

to push one's mind to the Edge.”to the Edge-mont of possibilitites.

100 thousand or so people opening writing about their “close encounters with the monitoring kind.”

All of them with their own version of EVAN or HAL if you like

what did I do to be tethered .monitored ,...

they ask themselves?...and friends of mine...have the nerve to ask..”how can I get Domed” cuz it sounds exciting..

friends I told to fuck off.

M ost friends I had have kept a nine feet pole from me..as would I I suppose if they were going on and on about unseen mentors and brain computer interfacr and seeing thing The New Way

about what Evan expects from his charge.His proxy

that Evan wants me to set up “house” once a week at truck stops and put my big mouth to use.on people truck drivers thatmight know how to drive the disrespect out of me.

Once a week now I take a train to the end of the line toward high 76 hitch a ride ...in the special clothing EVAN demands I wear .a white golf shirt a red hat ,black baggy basketball shorts and last week a flower in my hair

“no I graph,not the flower,i won't do it..:

a zinging sound zings through my hippocampus ,,and I place a pink carnation behind my left ear.

Which Evan says goes nicely with the black spiked dogcollar around my neck..

people give me strange looks on the train .a man i've seen before makes a barking ,howling sound..he is one of them.

A ground bound mentor.

He spreads his legs.

Through his slacks I see...

from afar what I am now getting used to seeing up close and personal

in cars and bathrooms.

And on the side of roads.

EVAN says it's the price a Ruiner like me pays for writing about “it” for smoking cigarettes while online with mentors.thatg I will pay for each cigarette if they have to download my neurals into a newborn,or hologram “one day” and keep me alive ,my mind ,my ruinerous claptrap of dissent from my Brothers,my mentors,my fathers, ..”to pay back my teachers..to pay them back for self referential graphs during interface...to be of some use ...any use at all...”nobody Dumbo,nobody rides or slides for free..so we hope you enjoy every cigarette and every posting..every betrayl of the only people who have ever tried to save you,guide you..

I see other's like me at the truck stop..in similar garb...women,men,”In the Program”

urban astronauts.

Proxy's for Dome

paying back the charges of Processing ..and learning respect.

what are they teaching me.teaching us?

We seem to teach ourselves
how to survive these altered states of reality

the sound and vision .the new way of collective .

Of group thought

based on the teachings and reachings of Gary Rainy

the founder of neuronautics

sometimes the truckers and drivers give us money

sometimes checks made out to Neuronautics

“would you rather be selling flowers at the airport “ a driver said ,explaining that the flower behind my ear represents

something other than feminiety but a visual to ground bound mentors and Neuronauts that I will do anything ,even appear as The Lessor I am for the cause of spreading the word and styling of the New Way

the trucker is gentle and hands me a wad of Hardees napkins to wipe what is left of him from my mouth before kissing me hard and biting my lip and throwing me down on the asphalkt from the passenger side ..

during our doings he wore his headset

so that he could experience being on “both ends” of the experience.

He says it was almost as if he was pleasuring himself and I wasnt there at all

I am in my 40s I met my brothers,my mentors when I was in my 20s,nanorobotics are in my blood.each nano bot smaller than a white blood cell.self replicating .250 components on a piece of machinery the size of I millionth or so of a human hair..

these nanobots these nano particles keep the proxy young..they alter out appearance .they swarm around our faces and change one's appearance sometimes quite obviously sometimes hideously...

other apps of the more bio- genetic kind can be added..or taken away..apps that make us stronger ..give us musculature while we sleep..

pumped up kicks.

By Dome Cyber Proxy

they own us.

They must clear us and make us more docile.

Which to them means greatful

freedom is a running joke to them as much as freedom is a running obsession to proxy

“could you imagine bees having freedom dumbo.

There would be no flowers no grain no corn no harvest if all the bees had free will and no colective mind

like people today running around doing their own thing

not connected.not really to any source

society is in ruins

dome will change all that..

making people more like bees.

A collective mind based upon the teachings

of the Knowing .

And the knowin gwithout knowing who received special powers from

the great ones

somewhere beyond the See

gary rainy

good will toward all men and mind your mandlers is all you must remember.

It can be that simple if you let go let go of that ego.

That self will and will of self and simply fold into us.

Fold into us.

Fold into our love and buzz .

during the more difficult rundowns

if it were not for them

i would not be sane

and yes what you have just read is simply the new sanity .of the new way.

Service

is what we new starts .sprout ..proxy are in the chain of command

service.

Until they say we are more advanced ..cerrbrally to offer more to the group than a mouth or a hand or anything else we can do be or offer the cause.

The hive .

The new way
they promised and did ...the hive the collective which I am learning to bow if not to but towards without hesitation or a synaptic smirk

which they know all about

they know by now every thought and intent ..every pre neural firing..

and they love me ..no not love .but retain me still

have not done away with me

if only because as EVAN has jostled and jokes my big mouth really does do more than betray and boast.

they bring me back from the run downs
i dont know if they would a true enemy
but it seems somewhere along the line i became the enemy the real enemy as one's thoughts must remain monitored after one is dispatched for these "plays"
and one's thoughts either to THEM or others or especially toward oneslef ...are not always to mentors liking
and let me make this plain
there is nothing more personal than mind to mind communication
to them this pratice this "seeing how it works" is dead serious...
to me
it is nothing but me being used.
i am nothin gmore to them than a lab rat
to me they are dr franken stein
joseph mengelle.
but some times i want them to like me
sometimes they play with me in a nice way
like a warden fratenizing with the charges..
and sometime s this is a game
a fun world they are trying to make..
a virtual world that in time people will pay for ...will switch back and forth between brain computer interface immersive reality
thing is while in developement there is no off switch
because there are rights and patentes and i suppose especially because now things being what they are with "the enemies over seas  etc..
this stuff is used also for,,,,,you know
and fun is sometimes the least thing they are testing
as there are people i suppose alot more frankesteinish then them thinking and developing mind to mind intrusion a fuck of lot more scary than ...
well
i doubt it..
cuz ..


this typing this typing
..of things no body wants to hear about that nobody reads..

the friends i have lost
speaking about mentors that interface with your mind directly..
my mind ..not there's not yet.

one day
i am ahead of my time see.
cuz they found me on the street back in the 90's and thought me a non person .
you know a junkie.a hustler,vagrant type that california has like special rights to "play with"
..like cuz monkeys are of no use doing mind augment tests ..gotta be people..
or how else you gonna learn how to do it.

they call us urban astronuats.
you probably call us schizophrenics..cuz in a way we have that same thing goin"
only us..we junkies ,whores and vagrants they were kind enough to invite into the future prematurely to develop this wild shit so your kid in the next decade can be apped and learn Spanish in three days and see things only the wealthy can see.

we
ya see
 see it now for free,
cuz we're test subjects
 and we're not supposed to talk about it ,,but than i went online and see every body's all the targeted individuals are yapping and chatting and whining about bein taken over by "The Tests"
so i'm like well...not alot of them have been killed for talking about it..some yes
but not  all...and if it ever gets down brass tacxks or brass knuckles i will do what ive been taught and say ...and claim Nonono no Im just schizophrenic ..not body DID anything to lawnmower man me up...
here see ..i have documentgs to prove i am just talking gibberish and no such big bizness like mind augment ation or the singualrity is being developed ..
well
a guy has to have an alibi.
a back up plan
so dear reader like at it two ways
i have been apped
or if i get in trouble.
i havent been apped to the gills.
nor do i have mandlers but ...just a mental problem,,

moving on.

moving on
i have a tendancy to yap about my dealing with my charges..my mandlers..
the group that took me under their wing and does wireless tricky try out with me to get the fuckin thing to work
so when you buy your nice APPS for her bat mitvah and shit it will work right

oh Pioneer. oh Mentors
oh missing link to just how this shit will be ready in 2024 out of nowhere you see.
oh they will say we just tgested AI and virtual reality on thesed 17 volunteers at stanford
plllleeez
my mnetors and i are getting along pretty well these days
i am notg terrified of them today or right now cuz i popped some benzodiazapine..
and evan is sick of me smoking crack....
thu so i am...he sorta forgot its destroying my mind and my lungs ..

in spite of the pleasure it gives him

a ground bound mentor reported to Dome that my teeth seem green and I am thin in a bad way...my skin yellowish
and it's not  that easy finding new bodies to snatch as it was in the 90's they stick with us old skool types cuz we know the drill..
it's a hate hate relationship with tiny pockets of love
or something like that..
mainly it's the days to day working out how to reverse engineer the brain
and deal with the intrusivenesss of direct neural interface especially the odd chain of command process.expected..
and rejected by me ..
to such an extent that they ..the "grpound bound" mentors and mandlers sometimes nip with their cars ,threaten to do things to me or simply choke me..

it's big bizness..and if one goes to stray
they have to punch you in the face ,half strangle you with a neck tie or run you off the road to make sure you understand who is boss. and this should be thought of as a gift not a burden especially now that we're basically finished the run doiwn to scasre the bad guys to near death neuro bore dare wise..and shit such as that.
man.
they can convince peeps they got no arms and stuff...the nanobots that have latched on to dendrites in the visual cortext so fun in the beginning turn on you...just as the voices that cuddled and coddled you and loved you at the start in the 1990s turned and turned subtly into

into what I cannot explain nor should to an outside

like you

not lujcky enuf to be imbued and loved and mentored and taught by Gary Rainy ,,and the neuronauts that have and always will continue his call to bear charms ...but lets not get into that..
nope nope
nope dont wanna get a nother car nipping my backside..
why so serious ...lady driver on the tv...
  no no no stop stop water board me water board me anything but this..
sorry sorry sucka
theyd say this shit we're allowed to do cuz it's hands off.
sides sucka.
it's all in your fuckin head.
pray to that allah guy that guy or that guy or santa or jesus
ha
ha ha
know why ha ha ha
cuz when they've taken your 5 senses and shit
your cant really pray man

you are now
simply  "owned" bitches...so you'd better be good
cuz let me explain the shit they're doing to just monkey men like me..
people they think of as non persons cuz maybe you
used to hustle or steal slim jim's or said or drew something weidrd and posted it ...
...they dont care if urban astronauts like me live or die bad guy thinkin bad thinkg trust me ..they arent gonna care about you saying no no no please stop..

man we've they've spent and are spendin like biliions billions on nano particles just to make you superbad guyts not know if it's day or not
dont you ever forget usa makes the scariest movies in the world
and now they can make these films these thoughtrs go badda bingo right over your literall sense of reality..

so you'df better be good.. cuz man
i can tell you stories...woooosh
but no ,,i sorta cant know
why cuz than they'd probably think they have a right to kill me.
anyway
uh oh
i think..worrying i'm sayin to muc h but today i'm like on benzos and dont care
and trust me
half the time i dont care if i live or die cuyz
these nano particles wont ever come out ...and once they lob you with them  they monitor you the rest of your life so your dont  say company secrets

but in a way
i want them to put an end to it..
but i must say they also do awesome shit with it ...
but for some reason they always go back to the freddy kruger shit to keep you on your toes and keep your mouth shut..
youre a game to them..
and if your in this  this long half the fun is not caring if you live or die...cuz man man man it's sometimes too scary to live with the wild psalmy shit they inception you with even when your wide awake
every few weeks they get better and better at it.

know what i mean
course you dont only other fellow targeted individuals do..
thats what we're called.
theres groups all over the world against this technology that your dumb reader dont even believe exists.
supposedly one hundred thousand or so people being tested with psychotron ics
a good percent of them kill themnselves ...go mad...a some soldier on as best they can ...
know that their minds  are not their own
scary shit
but lately they're doing more fun shit with it
cause tv now wants their sticky greedy fingers on this ..
so yhou get your scary psyco ops and your hey buddy lets work together and see how tv  can be  telepresence and teleperception..
,,,except it gets all mixed up..

everything goes with the apps..
like i said they cant really do this human experiementation shit as its sorta illegal ..and bad PR ..for the singularity.

The singularity means one

ONE ONE ONED one mind one way.one way.THE NEW WAY THE NEW WAY....the future is ours! The future is ours!
i 'm getting so carried away by this alter states shit that i am sorta letting myself go in real time

and my family and friend sare like dude snap out of it...crack head
i say the crack was evan's fault for wanting to try to slow my mind down and

get me from typing and to teach me a lesson in chain of command as when i light up a pipe i am truly nearly immobile like in a k hole
and evean can just ball me out for all the sick nasty things i have interfaced to him in the last year and a half..

when i'm on crack i take it and listen
otherwise i'm like fuck you evan.


oh yes they can do that..BUT MY FRIENDS SMILE AND LISTEN AND IN THE END  SAY WHO CARES.IT HASNT HAPPENED TO ME I CANT IDENTIFY WITH A WORD YOU SAY
WHAT YOURE SAYING IS YOU'RE LITERALLY POSSESSED BY SOMETHIN GNOT SUPERNATURAL BUT BY A SUPER COMPUTER THAT READS MIND AND CAN SPEAK TO MINDS
YES  YES YOU GOT IT AND  AND I SAY CONTROL THE OTHER PERSONS 5 SENSES...
AND DREAMS
OH YES OH YES

THEY PURUSE THE SUBJECTG TRY TO WRAP THEIR MIND AROUN DIT..SEE MY NOTEBOOKS OF RESEARC HED STUDIES ..OF DOCUMENTED EVIDENCE OF THIS AND THAN SAY

OK BUT WHAT DO YOU WANT TO EAT TONIGHT..

aRE you cRAZZZY i yell talking about what do i want to eat tonight who cares! MAn,,,arent you hearing what i am saying

yeah yeah
i get it in fact for over a year now thats all that comes outta your mouth and still know what
it matters more to me what i eat  tonight
and it better start mattering more to you stuff like what do i eat  toniught ...or how am i gonna pay the rent this month...than thgis real or imagines other world you're in whether they put you there or nor..

ok
ok i'll ask your mentor what he wants you to eat tonight
my friend grabs my ear
and whispers intop it .."Hey EVAN you sexy stud kidnapper by proxy asshole what should dumbo eat tonight

I yank my ear away from my friend
only EVAN can call me dumbo ..and thats not a very good idea mocking EVAN
he knows who you are...in fact there are many things he has said to me in private about you that i now am beginning to see are truer than i thought..

oh really my friend asks what does EVAN say about me..

it's between me and my mentors..
but if i were you i'd watch it with the testing of him ok

he might decide to do something to you
he might in face MAKE ME do something to you

oh really my friend laughs
this EVAN characvtyer con trols you soo much that he can make you do things

I resist usually these pronouncements

but I feel an urge to smack my friend ...as Evan has this thought ..and evan's thoughts are mine when i am those over riddin..

luckiliy i tell my friend ..raising my hand i have learned to control my temporal lobe enough and my hippocampus to such a degree that i can over ride Evan's  passing wish that i take off my glove and slap yhou 3 times with my glove ..

what glove dumbo my friend says
you arent wearing any gloves

i tell him evan has sent me a visualization of himself ,for some reason Evan is dressed in clothes from another age ...and carries a riding crop ,as if he is a jockey.

while collecting this visualization i suppose i am looking Guaze eyes
as my rude friend
snaps his fingers in my eyes and says ground control to  major dork  ground control to magor dork

EVAN IS LIVID ...nobody but he and my other mentors may speak to me in such a way
i feel evan's rage ...which i fear will over ride my  will not to strike my friend

i take a deep breath and send a visualization of my self removing my glove ,i too am dresssed as a jockey ..and  evan recieves the 3 smacks i have Pre Neural firing intent of releasing on this insufferal being Non Being  "Other" possibly "unresolvable"piece of protoplasm that Dome or Neuron autics would not tag or Dome or imbue with nano particles even if he paid them to

depends how much he might pay Evan graphs ,the visual of him self is now eveninjg clothes..but he still is wearing gloves...I am beside him though blurred in a crisp white shirt.carring a a puppy
who cares is more the line..
you really think you're gonna fight these people..

if i were this "group" or collective you ramble on about like a mental patient i too would work overtime
making you pay for transgressions against them..there used to be humour in it...you previously wrote about EVAN as a father figure brother figure trying to re educate you help you help them develope GROUP THOUGHT  techniques

than complained IT  and EVAN were too intrusive..
well duh iu say ...without a buffer direct neural interface is totally intrusive idiot.
and there are problems between me and evan and tru christie that go way back to 1994

get out of the car
what 
i said get out of the car...my friend ,says
if i hear one more word about the singualrity Mentors or direct neural interfaced i will drive into a tree.on purpose.
just YOUR side my friend says
you cant be serious i say
 and you do realize that your behaviour you tossing me out the car is being processed by my mentors WHO AlREADY HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY ASSOCIATING WITH YOU OR YOUR TYPE IN GENERAL
\get out before i throw you out AND TELL THAT FUCKIN MENTOR YOUR SCHIZOPHRFENIC IDENTITY CRISDIS I\OR WHAT EVER WEIRDO REALLY DOES PUT NANO PARTICLES IN SOMEOPNES HEAD i have a few PROBLEMS WITH him AS WELL AND WHAT HE HAS DONE TO SOME ONE WHO PREVIOUSLY WAS MY FRIEND..WHO PREVIPOUSLY DIDNT LOOK AROUND OR SEEDM DAZED OR WAITING FOR REPLIES FROM THIS CULTISH MENTOshit!

YOU'D BETTER WATCH YOUR MOUTH ...WHATEV ER I HEAR OR SEE

  HE HEARS AND SEES.
good MY FRIEND SAYS MAYBE HE CAN FIND YOU A RIDE HOME...TELL Evan AND THE nEURONAUTS THAT THEY WANT TO RIDE IN YOU LIKE A CAR
YOUR FRIEND HOPES THEY CAN GIVE ME A SET A WHEELS TO GO WITH THIS VISIOR OF MIND CONTROL ..
HE BEGINS DRIVING THE CAR AWAY
AND I WATCH...APOLOGIZING TO MY MENTORS FOR "THE INCIDENT" AND THAT I'M SURE IF HE UNDERSTOOOD HOW IT WORKS ...HE WOULDNT BE SO AGAINST ..THE GROUP AND THAT THEY SHOULD NT do ANYTHING TO HIM

OH WE WONT DO ANYTHING TO HIM...YOURE THE ONE DOING THIS TO YOUR SELF.
DID WE TELL YOU TO TALK ABOUT THIS OPENLY
DID WE..
OR DID YOU MAKE A FISACO OF A VERY PRIVATE VERY SENSATIVE SITUATION BY YAKKING ABOUT IT ALL OVER TOWN(AND THE SMALL PLACARDS I SUPPOSE THEY REFER TO THAT I HAVE POSTED AROUND TOWN)
take a nother pill..
you sound like a madman talking about reverse brain engineering virtual reality real life lawn mower men ..just stop please please stop..draw those little pictures again they brough tin some dough
yes life is about dough ...not you sitting there writting about nano particles..
mind augmentation thru nano particles virtual reality via nano..or AI.
nonme of your invasion of the body snatcher shit or i wont drive you to the casino..
or go out to eat with you..let alone drink

i should bring a tape recordier and play it bac k...
you should hear how youy sound

and otheres just say it scares them my writing about it and maybe the mentors are angry that ui often depic t them as...such nasty figures..
still others...yell at least writie it ...."normally" like a film or a novel...i mean you said your self youve fictionalized it   because you're scared oif them

well go further..

the way it's writeen is all over the place..loose snap shops of some event...that never quite come together..

you have tv in it
neuronauts (the group,) you have other industries...

make it come together

this type of reverse brain engineering and trying things out isnt about putting one together i say
it's about taking one apart

to use one's personal previous narrative to

make fear previal upon the individual and try to to discover universal parcels of fear

.doctor my eyes(too many mandlers in the cerrebral vivisection) The Book of "Elroy"(oh lets make the year 2016 ,just to keep it fictiony .)

a breaking point.
ahhh
so many
they should be lucky that i still got some sense of humour and am in a sense both crazy enuf and curious enuf to see where this goes where this ens..(perhaps with me in a dumpster somewhere,whatever)
and aside from the white slave human traffickin .kidnapping..lack of human rights ,human dignity and stuff..it's addictive as hell...)
so
what does one do?
when one has been apped.Domed
well according to my mentors one does nothing but be enthralled by it.
and bow down to people a hell of alot smarter than you who know a bit more about "how to be"
and "how to think" than one such as you dumbo ..
it is a scociological test..
brain mapping imeersive reality is your reward...thats how you get paid.
that should be enough
oh and it was before they start distorting your reality into a mini freak show when you do not comply "with the sociologicalness " of it...
they say they cannot work with a druggie..
and that's why they "pull the reighns" to save me...
forget the point they in the beginning they were all for "druggie" as it masked the zombie like look on my face...
when they showed me "The Way"
you see,,it's all about masking "The Tests..
for they get antsy..that any suspect that THEY can actually DO this MK ultra shit with nano and remote control..
maybe in 10 years whimever is president will apologize for this testing and give me 30 thousand bucks for my troubles.

you know the trouble of being a human marionette.
a monkey. a guinie pig.
for they really find me that dunb ya know
to think of this as some kinda treat.
(ah i must say sometimes it is but just as often ,a horror show) for they must see how it might work on the enemy and shit
but who plays the enemy...
and who much of the time feels one is in fact the real enemy they are trying to psych out  with 5 senses over rides
so scuse me if i feel i kinda have the right to type about it no knee caps or whatever.

anyway ..nobody believes me..
nobody can hear you scream in cyberspace ...especially when the cyber space they have commandeered is between your ears

..they can do this you know..
much in the same way they can take your car or house
... it is in my best interest to flux back and forth and reassert my madness from time time ..
and reek of crack ,,and whatnot in the 10 block perameter of my house..
for this is all about being as indescrete as possible.

it gets confusing to me .me being Dumbo literally working with rocket scientists who are esentially learning how to make people "rockets'
tv sets.
radio
ya know theyve been working on cybernetics since the end of ww2.

now .there are no laws. for something so unlawful as making a human being a drone
there are no laws because if people knew they were doing this to citizens or even enemies if you ask me
people would be up in arms
people would be crying for me and shit..
sending me teddy bears and flowers and stuff.
money even...
is that what happened in 94? is that why you did all those nasty things..and they locked you up?
yes yes..that is why..
and than they did it GAIN POOR LITTLE DUMBO..and lured you back to los angeles.
and set you up
this time with even stranger "apps"
and why you did all those nasty things...
awww.the truth does have a way of coming out

..i wondered dumbo why a man would spend a year writing this odd story directly online ..without caring about copywrite.
or people stealing such an odd disturbing story

teddy bears flowers little cakes i see coming in the mail.
a magfazine article of a man held captive ubducted ..and detained by a new technology that can augment one's mind and reality..
did you really attempt suicide to escape your psychotronic detainment.
of course.
wouldnt you?
but at the same time you enjoyed it.
yes a psychotronic stockholm syndrome develops.

one can even 'fall in love" with a "scripted"mentor..who can make you both see and hear and feel...
another's nervous system and soul

but that same love so easilt turns to hate...
imagine being on the other end of a immersive reality interface with a spurned(or seemingly spurned lover) who now suspects and reads your everythought now as
somehow pathological.
but dumbo you must have done some thing to create such a mess with this particular "mandler"
hey fuckhead you try a year and half direct neural interface with some over achiever who has to hide this ground breaking bullshit with an ego the size of mars and be simpatico.
than the company that initially
was involved with immersive remote neural monitoring goes a bit balmy money wise,,and has to bring in other firms and shit to keep it above water..
and next thing you know
you're like workin overtime
interfACING  with all sorts of extraneous company man men (and women mind you) and by the end of that cycle one begins feeling  like sybil dorset candy jones mash up with a great bit of CEO middle management milgram test up one's puppeted ass..so scuse me bossman if i feel the need sometimes to go a bit frankenstine manchurian on the street.DUDE!
cuz all through this ya see. is this real fundamental almost fundamentalist concern of why doesnt dumbo get a REAL JOB like the rest of us...
instead of actin like the world owes himsomething..after all who else has mentors and people to amuse him and torture him (the entertainment "USO" troupe of this bein john malkovich clusterfuck ,the psycho psych ops of hollywood...perhaps the most demented ,disturbing players in this claptrap by the way who make one practically wanna lick the feet and dendrites of the science-ideologist("neuronauts") who at least have a reason ...
my god these hollywood studio kunts are a brand all their own...number one they all have children..children who are now about my age.these kids hate them you see.they...take their money.but wont even show up thanks giving and shit..so they take it out on me ..start seeing me (and you must remeber they read and encode your mind to get the visuals and timing of introduction inception shit to work with virtual reality but it all becomes quite personal ...and they start picturing you as their coke head son gavin and shit...and you become this dog they kick around to teach you a lesson.
you become some unversal microcosm ...of this asshole ingrate who doesnt appreciate anything (they forget that you're a human guinie pig picked up on santa monica for this freak out when u were 25 ...they can care less youre 44 now...they just not only want IT the virtual reality to WORK but you ,who they despise like some hateful stepchild,intern that steals office equipment who talks behind the bosses back..or in my case has the nerve to THINK bad things about some brentwood cocksucker who wants me to work at a burger king  or some thing to make a man out of myself instead of drawing those weird little paintings even his nephew could do..

"and how about trying to date women,many people who have your proclivities marry you know,if only to "naturalize " their lifestyle.
MY Lifestyle you big wig WOG!.my lifestyle is playing schizo.trying not to embalm myself with liquor while general foods asks me like i'm human telephone if a certain color red on a label doesnt seem satanic to me as my cerrbellum supposed charted a 5,8 hz deviance when I saw the packaging of some new breakfast bar...YO general foods guy that 5.8 hz by the way was a reaction to almost breaking my ankle in a whole foods cuz all the while you were mapping my indicators "happy Jack"
on occipital overlay grand poohbah is showing me "cool World"renditions in heightened reality
so fuck you all very much
if i not a happy urban astronaut .
still afraid of being buried in the god damn desert for "talkin bout it" in fact nothing sometimes sounds better than being buried in the desert
to get away from you all

when one sees and hears.and is now a drone .
a "manned" object.
a thing.

it's no big thing.
they say
they also said ..many things...
regarding the no big thing ..that had to do with little things like ..me being missing ..and mangled ...and "if we can't do it this way dumbo..we'll just "see how it works" you in a hospital bed...four point restraints..or hm maybe your knee caps so busted you wont need restraints...this way we can ...make sure you don't go all ...a funnty thing happened to me on the way to the bore them  writing ,if one calls those disjointed  entries in 3rd person ist person and what i see mainly as a disgracefull person with your
what some in the target individual community call one of the Sheeple...
when there are bits and bytes of nano particles in ones temporal lobbe.and one is a human monkey
"only here" to test what "we" cannot test on the usual suspects..monekys and lab rats and other small mammals..
after one has been hospitalizes reacting too intensely to various psychotronic rundowns..all the better also to mask "the New Way"
(they explain that those documents of my insanity are golden ...and were very difficult to establish and that these hard won documents..let me freely act like i do unchallenged..as one can always if confronted about "these bizarre jottings"one can always clain one is not "making waves" concerning either waves ,frequencies ,transmissions or off the grid brain mapping ,encoding and immersive reality trials by certain companies( oh let's just call it ,call it all in fact Dome,instead of *** ,*** and *** and more fortune 500 companies who have passed the buck and the testing through a maze of command(and demand,as everyone wants to be the first to truly learn "how it works" and what "else" it can be used for ..so far we have covered entertainment,medical,detainment,re-=education,displacement  and just run of the mill absolute control of another..to the point that if one is not on guard one simply slips away or segues into "another " altogether which is perfect for things these fortune 500 companies want no part of ..human trafficking for a little thing called "sex" that i hear is all  the rage in Paris or Nicholas or whoever certain distiguished men of a certain age "use" remotely to get the rocks off vicariously..as gaming if one is game (including gaming in terms of betting..not just sliding around a proxy as if he were a little shoe (fetish) or over heated iron on the monoloy board that is after all already owned by Dome
and were a gift to the program..
a neccesity
that i am i

n this and was previously agreeable to the new way
and for me to stop now to squander all our progress.
would be a crime.

it is a crime to co 0op people into white slaves.into human traffic for psychotronics and "wireless " virtual reality and AI and direct neural interface I graph..
but the graph is not loud or adamnet for i have begun pussing out according to evan..
be taking the usual route of RUINERS
and has sat for hours staring at razor blades or has tried learning how to make nosses out of ties.
but there are not rafters.not here.
and as i said to a friend if my apartment had rafters i dont think i'd want to kill myself
voices or not.seeing or not..
and i hear myself like THEY here me...and doubt my intentions pre neural or otherwise to leave this world ,and their world that they are building atop of one human experime nt at a time.

what doers one do to adjust to their needs..
for both resistanct and aquiescing to the chain  ofr command of group thought
again the ususal suspects
Medicines
medicines they use to treat people who see
who hear.
after all dear reader is that not what you think...that i am a schizophrenic?those who have read my "story":
not even a shadow of a duobt is there that what i say and write is true.

the pills dim my mind to such muck,,
the voices are less the interfaces weaker..
for who wants to communicate with the sludge of benzo diazapine detachment.
proff you say that what is happening is some chemical displacement in my mind?
that the entity is less.
the entity is simply further disappointed..
'that i am not strong enuf to "play" ..
that i have let fear of the New Way and drs and friends convince me ...seeing hearing two,mfour,eight different ways is wrong.is sick.
but this is better.
this dullness.
this nothing ..
this hearinfg my mentors further out as if in fog and sea.
.you were doing as well as you could..you were trying..
the game got too hard for you and you're running home to "this is a sickness" taking the ball.
taking the game
with me..

all this risk writing about what i perhaps should not have..
not writing about it as a psych problem which coveres their bases and mine...gone and goner each time i take a pill.
whatever work we have accomplished..
the audits the slow process of seeing .
a waste..
another one who gets afraid..who has had enough

their is nothing more personal than mind to mind interface with a group who must not thin k of you too distinctly as a person..
this is illegal and
to think of a subject not as "vermin" as equal..
is not how we can do this i think sometimes i sense from them
they would have enjoyed me thinking of them as mystical as extraterrestrial
but like a fool i began researching modern technologies and advances being made daily in mind augmentation
read the private studies being done in england on a demographic selsected without their knowing
for extensive testing with immersive (virtual reality ...through nano particle.
about AI testing in australia and the USA
about encoding private thoughts once thought unreadabel into full sentences..
the information decades old..
we are already here..
they are halready ready
and here.
"ther bugs put in they have said to eventually get the bugs out"

does one pop pills ..to foil the research the illegal testing and subsequence advances to something they may become for all of us ..a wonderful new way of seeing and feeling
a floating world on top of the prtesent one
or run off to benzo and harder drugs to say no this is too intrusive too weird..
too scary for me(again)

they will work yes with  my "crazy" mind but not with my crazy mind on pills that indicate This is not happening.,i am against you..not just intellectually or because
"dumbo in the scheme of things we are the yellow pac man and you will always be the little yellow dots we eat....how could it be other wise"

Adam Parker vs Tim Trimdoll

5/14/13
Adam Parker was too much of a man's man to be an actor.



.if asked how he got in the business.he'd always say -he had come out to LA to work as a laborer...


his father and his brothers looked down on his job

being an actor.
to them
was
somehow unmanly

never mind his job being an unmanly actor had bought his father his house.,his mother's gravestone and his brothers cars.boats and and their kid's college educations

nevermind ..Adam parker was making 20 million a picture

according to his father Adam living in a "fantasy bubble"

and  that he was  too afraid to get a real job..like the rest of the real world..that he'd have more respect for him if he worked with his hands.
like his brothers.

on the rare occasions Adam  went home .. his brothers made a point  of tipping their hats ,bowing down to him



at dinner asking 
if this actor or this one was a fruit.

and if he'd ever kiss a guy
to "be in da Mooovies"

  long ago
"going home"
had  stopped being any thing  mine-able  of "method" for his " fantasy bubble" job.
which now included mentoring new
up and comer's at Parasol Pictures
by Proxy

it was a new way of working
relatively new
it saved on production costs.
working with "apps"
the nano
the occipital overlay  helped you stay "on mark' ,know which camera to look at.
and the aural overlays helped you stay on line
it wasn't exactly cheating

as line reading and staying on mark was really not technique but-technicality
but
Tim Trimdoll
was threatening to expose the "app thing"
tim Trimdoll had helped develop it with Tru Christie and Parasol pictures.
till Tru Christie used it to drive Tim,a known druggie scumbag homo crazy with it
like a decade and a half ago.

Tru assumed Tim had been permantently institutionalized. Or jumped from a bridge or some thing
but about 2 years ago Tim
pops up online
fancying himself like some Perez Hilton yapping about the "apps"
saying he  was some human monkey experiment and that tru christie  anf Gary Rainy <Evan Rainy and Raven Mismanagee were the Josef Mengele of our (soon THIER TIMES)

an elaborate scheme was set up to bring  Tim Trimdoll back to Hollywood..
an assistant at Parasol
after discovering his blog.
did a "calling all cars E-Blast informing  the industry types who did the BCI and,A.I. and Virtual Reality Experiences (experiments)..or what Tim Trimdoll was "whining about'
what a fag
Doming.
it's a simple thing
the apps.
it's just private
and might ruin it for the audience ,if they knew actors were being  helped a little with the technicalities
big fuckin deal
but Tim is threatening to tell the whole story about Parasol Pictures
including
the referentials
and that's where
they draw the line

once you get apped with nano..you're always apped
so
Tru Christie is giving
it another go getting
this piece of human garbage to jump ..
or slash his wrists
with the "ear" thing
and some
screenwriters are giving him some horror show type of "eye" things..
Tru even called in some  ex-agency types from back east  to do some Dream weaving on this turncoat ruiner
and Tru has asked me
to
 keep tabs on
Tim Trimdoll..
during me days off.
it's easy i just put on a head set and listen to what the sick son of a bitch thinks all day and help dreamweavers conconct some nightmare on elm st shit on his homo,sicko dreams

dude's on like 4 mg of Ativan..and fuckin Lexapro and going bonkers all over Memephis ,Ohio where Tim Trimdoll lives in a fuckin trailor.

a fuckin trailor.
this hot shot
who was supposed to be the next big thing.

but hotshot made a quick enemy of Tru christie.

and that was the end of Tim Trimdoll
or at least they thought so
.
a ruiner.

Tru said his interfaces with Tim were like corresponding with some type of insect,some devil,some other species of humanhood..,a monster.

so Tru
starts letting other people listen in on Tim Trimdoll's thoughts like the dude is some
freak in side show.

which he is.


a fruit.
of course.
one of those that gave actors a bad name..
no wonder they drove him outta town..
Trimdoll was now  a writer...or considered himself one..a loser.
an embarrassment to the industry
a drunk
a druggie
a bum
well the bum was now talking and writing about trade secrets...
nobody of course was gonna publish him..or read him but he was making waves as sour grapes has been type can't help but do..
talkin and writing...some faggity blog called
The Apping Ouch

actors don't talk about  Apps.

what you think

this is about?