2015 Mybunker Last Chapter (English) Part 2


Edtion number   8. The demons
Edition number  9.   Dighita
Edition  number 10. Miasma
Edition number 11.  Cousins
Edition number 12.  The end 


The end

Introduction

    Welcome back on Mybunker dear friends (as many as you left), this will be the penultimate important text that will ever emerge here on this blog, here it is , slowly, in wait, among emergency messages and shock texts we arrived at the end of 2015, I must say from the very beginning that the situation is still tense and that there are no signs that any last minute, solution could emerge, I am therefore still besieged by "dogs" and "rats and nothing ever seems to change.

 
     As you know at the beginning of 2016 I intend to take my own life, this means at the end of January, before leaving this world I will write here another major text, " my last words " to quote the title of a song ( see Crematoy ). Then you will meet here and you will finally know in consequence, the chiefs of all this operation, we will talk about all those involved, about traitors and conspirators, about fanatics and myopic people, about everything , until then, most likely, what will occur here once in a while will be emergency messages and other small notes with practical purpose ...

    I'm in Barcelona right now, I was here for Christmas, one rather dull and "anorexic", yet one saved by the lovely port here, by seagulls and carols, I will remain here, I believe, until January 2 or something, then I will go further ... towards my "Final Destination" somehow.

Note
Maybe you can parachute some cigarettes here, it's almost impossible to get a cigarette ... it's a disaster, it is a nerves consuming situation, much obstinacy among the people here.

Attention
Consider this message as a urgency message , in the meanwhile the situation has become "messi" here in Barcelona, it degenerated, I need a little help, Sri is doing big hysteria and scandal here , the people here are completely disarmed, victims, a little international attention is needed before the situation to escalate entirely here.

     I have to confess that, perhaps bizarre in a way, I don't have much to say now, I'd have expected from myself to be very active here now , in the end, to attack, to defile various filthy elements, to wear a wild fight , yet the reality is that there is not much to say now, I have already said almost everything here during all this year, as well as all these long years, it's pointless to try more , largely the blind ones do what they wish or at least this is what they think they do and that is just because they are blind. Maybe there's something faulty with this place here as well, maybe there is something leaving me speechless here, the reality is that I came here because Milan was barely breathable, I missed from there about 6 months , when I went back there I expected to find some peace, if not a warm and friendly welcome at least a little tranquillity , well, instead, I found there an ugly show, Zombie in great form, angrykicking in the right and in the left (no, not mentally but otherwise, it's about posters, advertisements, all kinds of things), dirty, something disgusting indeed, a rats nest, I left and I came back here where it's not quite a place for people like me, now I will remain here until the end of the year .

      As a consequence this text will be shorter, I will postpone the "show" and the war for the last text, my final text will be certainly a sad spectacle, a tragi - comic one, as a curiosity for you I will choose to remain silent until then, my last text will be written (finished) the day before my death or something, then you will see here all kinds of specters and ghosts , secret chiefs and leaders of revolutionary movements ,bad and very bad, very ridiculous and perfectly ridiculous, I had once a friend who used the term "flawless" with things as stupid or ridiculous or other things of this kind, so, flawlessly ridiculous, then I will choose a "cross", it will be ... "about my time to go".

My latest text is called Testament by the way.

     My original version , the Romanian one used this word for the title "deznodamant", yes, a "catchy" word , tricky suggests my coloured "schizophrenia" from Titu, I have a black bird suggesting me all sorts of weird things, we have to give her some attention as well, it means "the end", the final episode of something, Die Son of Man T, Die Son of Man two - that is me son loli, yes "give fairies to the demons as well" ( "I "kinda gave them, now is the time to be the other way around), here is a reading that I have to immediately reject , dos(back) not give man t - I always give back huge, so it was and it will remain so. It's simple, " da inapoi - he son , da l inapoi -llson,
The music section is back , this is a surprise comeback connected with the Christmas spirit, that even if the Christmas passed, some "son" ( sound ) can still be launched here, it's not too late, unfortunately I had to "cut" quite a lot of songs, I cut entirely some songs , I will only mention few others, we have left with just a few and even those are a little strange, towards the end, you will see, we will meet the spirit of my father, heavy metal ... but let's not anticipate so much.

Content

1. Music
2. A set of related phrases having many lux (see with the Light)
3. The match of the century. A few words about how it was played.
4. Seven concepts explained, decoded
5. Various things

a) The scandal with the Star Wars movie , an explanation
b) About exits (looking for an exit)
c) Sri or seeing only the dark side
6. The end

1. Music

     Let us proceed at high speed because the time is extremely short, I thought to start this edition of our music section with a novelty, a song of a band being in premiere here, I do not know if you remember the band called Faithless, songs like "God is a DJ" or "Insomnia", probably yes, well, after having a big success with these songs the D.J. Rollo Armstrong began the collaborating with another artist on a new project, a duo called Dusted, they launched two albums, here is their best song (even if it's slightly dedicated to a different audience than me)

1. Dusted - Always Remember To Respect And Honour Your Mother


An exceptional song, one that, if you want reminds my a bit of Mike Oldfield - In The Beginning.

   Let us now travel now in our musical journey to Germany for two brilliant keyboardists , let's start in a very spectacular way with:

2. Klaus Wunderlich - Mr Hammond


5.14, 7.13, 10.32

    Let's say I recommend the first 12 -13 minutes of this so versatile medley , one being so far in its perfection of the so dumb music of our times , those having a little ear could go further as well, we continue with a name that needs no introduction of course:

3. Klaus Schulze - Acta Non Verba


   As an aside this would be the song that describes the best the spirit of the now, it's time for facts, the barking, big talking and the disharmonious noises no longer have a purpose now, it's time for action.

   We remain in Germany for a new song of somebody who was more recently a mandatory presence here, a part of the skeleton of this heading :

4. Bert KAEMPFERT - Magic Moments


Archetypal song!
We continue our musical journey with a short landing to New York (a successful landing ) and that's because there the group that gave us this wonderful song was formed :

5. Simon and Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence (Original Version from 1964)


We come now to a" large caliber" French composer (of Algerian origin), see for yourself:

6. Hector Zazou Ft. John Cale & David Sylvian - First Evening (Sahara Blue)


    Time to come back now to the Frenchman (of Armenian descent) who delighted us with the strange yet magnificent sounds of his instrument called duduk several editions ago, we have here now another song coming from the same album, one as magical, as perfect, as the first one , a song sending our minds towards the large spaces, towards the extent, a song making our minds wandering (shamanic somehow ) over stretches :

7. Levon Minassian and Armand Amar - Hovern 'Engan (The Winds Have Dropped)


    Yes, I spent a second reading the comments for this track, a "state of grace" sais someone very inspired. From here the chaos begins, my fathers musical area , the metal, I think (I know, but I can not say here) he influenced (if not composed) both two specimens of music that I will provide below for you :
8. Celelalte Cuvinte - Balanţa ( the balance)


See the lyrics, here is the last track of the day, step aside:
9. Cancer - Death Shall Rise

1.30

Death Shall Rise
For our demise
Rotting stench
Our punishment ...

... the ols days ...days when the metal music still sounded really hard, raw and brutal.
For reasons independent of my musical tastes have missed my selection the following tracks (I mention them even so):

- Buddha Bar (Feat Ursula Cuesta Bongoloverz - La Esperanza & Dan Marciano - Good Morning Paris)

(A song very " conspired" )

- Mono - Formica blues

Excellent music , problems to other chapters.
Otherwise, have you ever wondered why out of all the beings which have ever lived on earth I chose him exactly to be my father? Because he's the most "crazy" , the best (see the expression )!

2. A set of related phrases having a lot of lux (see with the light)

Here it is in brief:

A ten tat ( that is a she who must tell various things to "daddy" ) ?
No, atentat ( meaning attempt, terrorist attacks )
No, Athen tat (meaning " dad " in Athens (see the Greece being held in check by Germany)
No, A Ten tat - ten or face are the nicknames of Mada, the "Mig" plane entering my head.

3. The match of the century. A few words about how was it played.

    Those having inside informations may know that this match was more than the game of the century, I have called so with modesty in a way, it was kinda number one match all times , what was its story ? Well, everyone knows what game I have done , this blog bears witness for my actions in almost all this time, for what I thought, for my state of mind over time, a game of patience and endurement, I will try now to give you some general, some conclusive data about what they have played. Strange vision, phantasmic strategy !

     Let's start our history remembering you that between us (me and them), in the middle somehow, there is something, namely some "enchanted" girls , an important issue to note from the beginning is that SRI had a strong strategy concerning them, a good plan for hunting celebrities. And much support from the right place ...

     Very strange from the very beginning as well their strategy concerning me, did not they find anything smarter than the issue with asking "services" for food ? As seen, this strategy had some success to starlets initially , further, however, when I discovered all the story, I made them look so ridiculously that they went to hide!

Well, was this their entire strategy?

    The answer is that probably it seemed to be ok, it worked , later if they will not succed , the key that will open all the doors for them, the saving solution was going to be entering my mind ...

Let us take it from the very beginning now with another approach, which is their purpose in this "game" ?

     Well, their goal is ... ... transforming the subject in something else, that only if he wants it. We know that in my case they have been unsuccessful, the question that arises is did they ever came near of the main objective of their mission? Have they ever been somewhat close? Was I ever about to fall ? The answer is never. That's because they are so limited and sadistically stupid ...

     From my point of view the achievement of their purpose contradicts with their approach, what they did was to build some sort of a cell, a living jail around me, as an aside a jailer vision over this process .. I was depleted, the resources cut, then tormented, exhausted, drugged and always watched closely, all this served paradoxically to my goals, instead of softening me all that they did was to harden me, to make me all "fibers" if you want in terms of muscles, to form me ! In a certain sense I have to thank to this snotty, they worked wonderfully opposite!

     What should they have do? To try to beat me and not those girls, those were defeated already , in their place (a little teil have grown to my back :-)) I would have tried something totally different, I would have tried for example with beautiful women pulled by strings by me , from there - parties, plants, drugs, lust. Cocaine and carousing, parties (I am not really a fan) and things that look good on the outside yet being decadent on the inside . Some monies from time to time, one two thousands, not enough to save the one inside, enough to handle him, enough to send him away, farther towards the ruin in the labyrinth built by myself ...

Perhaps like that they would have a chance of winning!

    They did not try anything and I think they did not try anything because of their sadism (see the Ghita Piggy) and because of a sort of avarice that should become proverbial in the future, "we do not give him anything."

    That's it, the game of the century is about to end with a very sad evolution of the harsh and sadistic team led without horizon by Gheorghe, the technical chart on the match shows that they scored with the girls but they did not have any attempt against me, they did not succed to come in my field , as for me, I scored a little at the end, they are pretty humble and with their tail between the legs, as a eternal lesson, the stereotypes, playing all the end on a single card (entering mind) and the narrowness of views are going nowhere ...

    That would be our story, between you and me I think all these are due to their rough ans bully spirit, primarily their boss and the Gypsy sow , his mother ( rough guy and that even if he's small and bespectacled, anyway the others don't have to be neglected), I think he has a character of a perpetrator, he is a man locked in his rage, in his hate, it seems that this example is enlightening us in the same time on the banality that "when nothing is invested nothing is ever won".

     Do you know what just I realized ? What I found out today, on 31 December 2015 going a bit back and revisiting what happened this year, that (this is also because I have not visited my family this year) during all this year I have never had in my pocket an amount higher than 20 euros, never . Do you see them now ? This is worse than Africa, worse than India, this is people without heart, animals !

4. Seven concepts explained, decrypted

1. Bread - bear and Ada , that would me and her ...why , I dont know , as always probably the original , the first example was the Romanian paine which readed in pieces is being not the son of somebody...
2. Merry Christmass, there are several possible interpretations, here's a funny one , ras means laugh, America laugh me ass ( because of the force :-))
3. Malnourished , Malnutrit in Romanian , that is a bit
different from Milano trait (lived)
4. A taragana, that is to postpone something indefinitely, to defer, to delay, now the analytical reading is quite simple, we are slightly interested now is something else, just below Barcelona is a city called Tarragona ... if you look down there is then a city called Valencia (not giving the v to CIA), then Murcia (dies CIA) and then the heaven probable.
5. Sari bazin nu apa, close to sri basini nu a pui, that means jumping in the pool without water and SRI stinking a He son.
6. The Theory of Relativity - "t rea relativa tatii", he told me something, there is a relative on my daddy's side keeping me in ring.
7. A strange story now, "comparative anatomy", in short in the old days I had two classmates with very large penis, there's nothing gay is that, we were children, we were showing each other the "things" , that was one of them popping it out in the classroom :-) as well , a huge one, I later realized that the two have something in common, one is a kind of clone of a cousin of mine (the one I argued here last time), another lived in those years (and maybe later) two steps from the place where another cousin of mine works , now see this word - virility (var is cousin, tati is daddy), something close with the cousins lu Daddy (I).

Girls, yes, I will introduce you.

5. Various things

The Star Wars "scandal"

     You've seen already believe that it was written in advance to happen and yet what do I have against the Star Wars movie ? First of all , that in my childhood, I have not seen this movie, I saw it later, as a curiosity this was not a coincidence, that film was simply censored for me, please remember now who my parents were and about what science thay had, I saw some sequels later, it seemed ridiculous, I was already Star Trek a fan for long, strange is that Star Trek is no good as well but at least it's not made by a clone of Gheorghe ...

     Otherwise, I have nothing against this movie and its numerous fans, yes sure, the force's is the force and fa ... ts are something else, yet I think the movie was designed by Vader himself, otherwise I do not understand why was it launched on 16 Dec. before Christmas ... here I started with criticism and struggle, because of the sabotage over Christmass.

b) Where I could go out? What about the horn?

    USA as it is known is closed (usa means door as well), I will not stay until it opens, that do not quite fit with my timing, with my clock that revolve for long ago and it is close to stiffen now, Windows - I not know ... I do not have a computer and I think i can not get out through there, to dig a canal or trying to get out on the chimney, unfortunately the exit on the horn (see the Cape Horn as well) it's with smoke, with nicotine, that means killing myself , maybe there the exist have to be, it seems to fit with the Santa Claus story, we'll see.

c) Sri or seeing only the dark side

      Let me recount you something now, I was in one of the days here out, at the beach, the rat, the dirty gipsy Adriana was barking as usual (when I originally write this she was hitting me in the head, that is why I am insulting her so bad), I think it was she on line back then , out of nowhere a few Russians appeared who were taking pictures on the beach, were talking, suddenly I heard some words that are not very nice (this from the perspective of a Romanian speaker) you know what the Rat said?

    It is a disaster, you can throw the Russian language to the thrash bin, like all the rest, a pointless mockery!

     What could I respond to them, the ones who see everything in black? Does this language fulfills its social function successfully? Did not these Russians guys understand each other? Is half of the language missing? Do not they have words for the most important things, do the words for chair, keyboard, for example, miracle or faith missing ? Is it a mockery? I do not think there are any missing words and I dont it's a travesty, even if there are a couple of bad words there, according to the blind guys if anything is bad in anything, something like the 2-3 words there , if something is rotten in the painting then everything is a mockery, maybe God should make another toy, this time a impeccable one !

     Such a thing is pure blindness, that's about their philosophy of life more broadly speaking , that is going beyond this example , these guys see only the toilet, only the dark side and that's why they are so angry and vengeful, odd is that most of them are quite endowed from "nature", yet who gave them gave them a lot of stupidity as well to accompany those endowments, they will probably pay later for their attitude.

6. The end

     We are so near the end of our history, in 2015 as in other years Mybunker stood witness to almost everything that happened in this extreme case, the time its kinda elapsed, there are a few grains of sand left in my clepsydra , it was enough time for negotiations, agreements, resolutions, debates, what's next for me? I'm going to get out of here, a visit "home" and then preparing for the final.

     Unfortunately, my everyday reality discourages me to the extreme, the Adriana monster is always there in my mind , that is consuming me, everything should have been done for long ago, this filth should have come out from there (from the place they build their nest) , by the way, she is telling me that she portrays and represents there the Boss, my she cousin keeping me in za which is slightly absurd, both are parts in this business , anyway as long as I still have this mess in my head, I do not see the end ...maybe the snow .

In Romanian snow you say zapada that is slightly different of za pe Ada or za pui Ada (son of Ada).

    Something funny is whispered in my helmet, I am ready to die to avoid something, you all (almost) have done that, how should you feel now? I can not answer , I am not you and you are not me, without vanity - I've been builded, constructed differently than you, what is acceptable for some is unacceptable to others, as for me - that's my nature, I prefer to die before becoming something else that mysef, beyond that we were not all built the same way.

     How do I resist, I am asked? The pressure is huge, I am sentenced to death, there is another month until my term is coming, I am surrounded by sickness, I am haunted inside by beings having a surreal ugliness, of some troglodytes, fanatics, did you see the last Mad Max?

Mediocreeee !!!!!! Car and CRA yes!

    I do not know how I resist yet I resist and I will endure to the end of January when I fixed myself the end, otherwise I guess I was disgusted by all this so deeply that if, by miracle, I will ever escape, I'll need some sort of a therapy, a therapy with beautiful, with oxygen, with human beings, if I see more rats before my eyes it might be war , that's about it, I resist and I do it with some sort of pride, with superiority, I resist and I resist forcefully! ( The force is paradoxical on my side :-))

    To whom is all this dedicated? To whom I am writing, this is another question. In Romanian especially, there I have old enemies , very pervert ones or people who support these brute that made this wonderful opera or individuals who put their heads in the sand trying to slip away, "I am petty, I can not do nothing" (there may be other categories but they are likely to be minorities and that means Hungarians :-)), to whom is all this addresses ?

    First I do not write for the Romanians but in Romanian, that's slightly different, it's my language (they speak it and I should say that only for it and they should be a little more friendly and understanding, yes it's not personal ...) beyond this, this text addresses in a romantic way to the unknown" reader , it's for people in general, for the future, to popularize a certain amounts of hard "secret" information, to illuminate the people. Last but not least for myself, these texts helped my mind full of memory and precision problems to withstand, here I struggled with the darkness, here i remembered for myself and remembered what happened in this dark decade remainding somehow of the medieval history.

     The outcome is the death, as a confession I am not afraid to die in any way, these guys are my witnesses, ask them, I think I have not yet thought half a minute about death until now, I am more concerned in a way, more anxious and worried about the way in which I will finish eventually, beyond that, if you want, I regard death as a kind of Islamic "hero", maybe not 1000 virgins but some virgins I will find :-) I have time to pervert them myself :-) , in addition, if at least 20% of the stuff in Section 4 is true then the mathematical result will be the privilege building them alone following my taste , so if you want to play with me be my guests, probably in the end some necks will be broken.

Cancer I mean! :-)

Happy new Year to you ALL !

 
Cousins
Introduction 

     I have to start this text by telling  "welcome" and have fun exploring to the few friends that I still have, be that this little text to enlighten, help, guide you through the following "winter blizzard"  !
    As an necessary addition, I invite you to stay awake now for you and me, the end is near, we are about to be "eaten alive" by dogs and bitches (mostly), if it must be then be it, "something in the spirit of the poem" Prayer of a Dacian" of Mihai Eminescu "but with the things brought to the present.

      Once again, I said it here before , translating 1/1 such a text should the opera of a genius in translating various things, this kind of writing is so complicated to translate that would really need a specialist and even so, I am sure our specialist would lose on the way certain particulars, certain features, details, the result would be always a  poorer, emptier, most squeezed version of the original , once translated these texts lose much of the spirit, humor and richness they originally have. As for me, I'm barely a medium -advanced, Romanian - English translator, it is almost impossible for me to translate my argumentation, to prove you anything, obviously everything I say here is based on various arguments which, on their turn are most often to be finded in the language, unfortunately the arguments are always in the language, you should ask the ones who really know what I mean for the evidence for what I claim here, anyway I think you can all follow the mainstory, as a result this texts can enrich, educate, open your eyes about all sorts of things.
   
    In another context, a funnier one, in the old days I  had a friend  called Radu (the name is like "death penalty"), well, I remember he had an (so called) obsession with the Infinity cars (that is the luxury division from Toyota, as you may know I like the speed division from Nissan, I could get the wrong car), I think someone from the family sent him  to me with the idea of  manipulating, leading me in secret, my poiny is anyway that I will not sit to wait forever, we are very near the end, we will soon approach the conclusions, the balances , the final moments .
    A very important thing to note, the urgency of this moment is that for some time I am assaulted very virulent in the evenings, practically as soon as I sit horizontally the madness begins , the assault, a new (irrational, reckless) approach, practically every night when I go "to bed" I am fanatically, unleashed, monstrus assaulted  for a couple of hours, then I fall asleep, then, after another 2, 3 hours I am reawakened, this is repeated several times each night, I  sleep sequentially lately, in small rounds, something horrifying, I had here on the blog a while ago a discussion, a line of arguments showing that the sleep is something that should have  been guaranteed in the situation where I am , well, surprise, rebellion and crass insubordination, insensitivity and indifference without limits.
Should be added somehow maybe my slowness in coming and making complaints here about all these abuses together with the lack of attention from "our allies".


( I am sure that the attackers will pay the price and it will be huge, like an  funny observation I saw that these rats do not have clear various concepts, eg. the ideas of amount, quantity are foreign for them, if you ask them they will tell you that they are going to pay anyway , at least to do the worst now. Haha.)
     As fo me, I sat and I extensively questioned myself  on the causes of this storm, something like a pus , like a metastasis, an unprecedented discharge of toxic sludge in my mind, why  I am so suddenly assailed  in the forbidden zone, in the security area , during the night ? There is an answer (that except for the one provided by poor stinking Titu girl, Adriana, who is "intelligently" explaining what happens with the phrase "I am fucking my  ass" (forgive her, she is only a little gispy girl from Titu, yet mental  ( man with T ) , well, if we are speaking about her I have to tell you she has something else very special, she is the clone of someone very , very important (I will not tell you who, see her name , Barceanu )), the deeper cause could stand is the fact that the last time I was in Germany , I took from one of the charities there a few essential things for the upcoming winter, a mattress (by the way is red blue , these are the colours of Steaua Bucharest - haha good humour (that is a well known soccer team from Bucharest , the name of the team translated in English is by the way - The Star)) and 2 sleeping bags, as we know, the winter is here, here it is that the help had adverse effects, it perversely  turned against me.  
    If you wonder how and why, than the answer lies in the name of my cousin on my father's side, "the japanese" Henzel Sorin, his name could be translated in various expressions among which  "he in za sun no " - that means that I will go to "jail" during the night as well because of this hen breeder, who, as an aside, is "leading" a Germany looking like a flower and  still being rotten on the inside like a carrion . An inferno painted in rainbow colors, what should I say, long live his garden, yet he should let me sleep , if no I will hit the ground with them that they will go in its nucleus with all their so-called "Japan". 


    As for those who are attacking me during the night, what should I say about them? Creatures without honor and courage, dogs lacking any sense of humanity, basically 15 hours a day should  be enough for them and for the stench they secret, for the staggering smells they exhale, for their venomous stench, this filthy dogs are waiting for you to sit down, there you are  somewhat vulnerable, that physically and mentally, to jump on you, maybe some order can be done, it's incredible what  happens ...


    Here is what Germany means for me, from  there I got " kamikaze rats" in my mind, there I started smoking once again (obviously they put super drugs in my cigarettes) and from there I came now with insomnia being subtlely ,  dexterously  hidden in aid and charity. Nice country, best leaders ever :-) ! 


    I'm in Barcelona right now, I have come here with great difficulties, put off the trains, et cetera, as we know, this place is a little more special (more recently they all have became special), little attention please!


     The title, surprise, could  the time for the big fishes, for the whales :-), for the bosses have come ? Is the final reckoning, the day of judgment, the day of the small reimbursements (the big reimbursements will happen elsewhere surely) here ?
Not yet, we will limit now to small "coins" and explanations, here they are, unfortunately they all come from the Romanian language, 
   cousins - var, varul tau (sounding like fart)
  cousin with you, var cu tine (v raku tine, the ones fucking your women instead of you)
   These ones are "analising" the girs  if you now what I mean, here it is  what  it can be hidden in the idea of kinship , what dangerous vermin , what bunch of enemies hidden in the dark, something Shakespearian somehow in all  this, so much evil in the immediacy of a person, passions so unleashed, human defects  so exhibited, manifest and hidden anemosities smoldering below the surface  ...

 Someone could write some very good Shakespearean kind of drama inspired by all this, yet there is something specific to the Greek tragedy as well in all this situation, namely that all the characters involved, no matter how passionate and full of enthusiasm would be are caught in a kind of a wave of historic proportions, a strict causality that do not support amendments, what will have to happen that will happen, everything was already written by the great playwright who wrote them all.
    A question, the one I accused above, "the defendant", did not baptized himself alone, I said the cause is in his name , beyond that, the ones above did not invent the idea of being the "cousin" of somebody, everything they did was to  respect what was already written (in secret ), for what am I  accusing them then ? These are educated people and not mere "handicapped" like those who follow certain simple ideas ," for the regular "stupid people" kinship means common blood, this could further mean togetherness, closeness", well, these guys know in depth the things,  as much as we can talk about "freedom "(meaning Spinozian, the ignorance) ... I think they are in very serious error, this is a kind of a trap, they are free eventually to fall into it.



    Any good signs? Any clues about a possible rescue in extremis? Not really, I waited what I deserve, what I deserve comes to me in  posters at the corner of the streets , in joke and derision, in my mind sometimes,  these guys want  the end of the machine ,  instead of "the machine to me at the end" , what, did they jumped out through the windscreen and now they are taking revenge on me ? It is not my fault ! I have to  warn them as well that what they want to" finish" is something more important than them. Take a picture, I sit sometimes and watch it during the night (I am sleeping outside), it is a beautiful celestial landscape:

    There is something good as well,  I must thank here to those who still minimal, at very hard hour,  help me, for ex. after my complaint here about my phone being broken, this one recovered , it does not work perfectly anyway, there are two keys locked, r and d, anyway I use it even like that,  I hope it will go until Christmas, I am dreaming about listening to Christmas Carols, they are my  sacred music, I hope it will be ok.
By the way, Carols, car-ul (the car), in Romanian " cu colinda" (cucu L nu da), "the cuckoo" should not die , you have been  told, you have been shown, you have been warned , however, it seems that nothing has effect when it comes to the 10- 15 heroes of the mental beating being in power in Romania .We will see all that will be. 

    Music we do not have, I decided to skip this section once again, maybe in December.
I will give you something else instead , a "coin" in exchange for the music, Andrew Lloyd Weber - The Phantom of the Opera , An (L 2 )ro, LL, Due Bear (LL), that is my fathers nickname written 3 times, now PHAN 2, made l pere, for LOLI SON MADE BY HIS FATHER. I am not kidding, I would not joke with anything like this, yet it is impossible to be a randomly match, listen to it now with different ears ! Who my father was ? He was the chief of your beloved brotherhood !

    Coincidentally or not, this text was to be published in December 1 when in Romania the National Day is being celebrated  , first of all that this was one of the main meanings of the word delay in Romanian , "intarziere"- in the country the day of  Ro , their national day, I did not receive anything, yes I received something, that day in the morning when I woke up I woke up with  Policia at my head, good joke ! The cops did not do anything to me, the idea is that I have problems with the sleeping places here in Barcelona. 
Lets come back a bit to the national day , a good thought and good wishes for the few friends I still have there in Romnia, "my shadow" is wishing you "power to work" , haha funny , well someone has to maintain all this parasites alive, that's about it, we have some friends there, besides that it is a great mass with which I see myself neutral and on the other side a bunch of unique enemies, in their way, bombers, terrorists, suicide bombers, killers with or without wages, the evil is there with you, SRI, there happened to be located, I can not say anything else than they will not endure


 Table of Contents


1. The word processor vs. the common sense thinking
2. 4 to me
3. Speaking of landmarks on the stupidity road
4. Trickery, swindle, artifice, slyness.  
5. Miscellaneous
a) Small happenings along my way
b) Beating and hysterical, the "national team" in spectacle
c) Hollywood, an advice
d) America hit in the head

6. The terrorist militaristic gang from  Brussels
7. The slave of the rings
8. 2 monsters, two torturers
9. Conclusions and annotations

1. Topic word processor vs common sense thinking

     The word processor is the accelerated brain version that my stinkers enjoy,  I have to tell you that I studied them as long as I could in this year of "contact", I watched them quite a lot, I can tell you about them that they have a tremendous  verbal and ideational freshness, for example everytime  I go the old way towards an idea, when I fumble towards a name, towards a concept, towards a memory zone, they are flying with the speed of light there, beyond that, I noticed that their minds are working logically extremely defective, to blame is a professional deformation and not a lack of adequate logical functions of the new machine, the accelerated one, these guys are crazy as a concept , bad, absurd, they force the reality to fit into their little schemes, for example now, in my case, they go through an acute phase of denying the reality , they do not believe what they have in front of their eyes, "it cannot be", "it is not true", apart from these problems with the logic functions, their minds work as a kind of a word processor and the word processor had learned them everything they know.

    Here's what the word processor is saying for example , violence  , V (a girl) being with  him in za. Does it seem wise? Brutal, with the bear on the T-ul (that is on the cross).

    By the nature of what we are  "playing", in reality, the violence is not quite possible for them, they are not suppose to beat us to death , they tried even like that , anyway they understood from the words that they  need to move to extreme mental violence, beating me on the head to the brim in the hope that I would give up somehow and they will win in the end in extremis, even  playing unfair, playing beyond the limits.

     Let us remember now that we, the human beings are  functioning social speaking according with various codes of conduct , that we are educated, that  we have been told from very early ages and stages of our developement not to harm others, we have the Bible and the 10 commandments, other religions and teachings, we have morality, ethics, codes of conduct, we have beyond all the common sense and its wisdom, it teaches us that it is not good to attack, strike, brutalized somebody , nor mentally neither physically . All these are coming from "superhuman" sources as well, as the language itself.

    The arising question is somehow which version is true  between these two, what we all know or the "deep" learning , the result from word processor ? When God was right, when he secretely slipped  various orders through words syllables or when we learned us all how to behave .
    Them, they say about themselves, they are justified to do what they do, the evidence (a few of them) is above, a simple separation into fragments of a word shows that it was the intention of the person who created the things, that that's the game, that's the modus operandi. I think that  they are in error, strangely and paradoxically I think the correct answer is where we  all have access, in common sense and simple teachings, the one who gave this code to them learned them to kill themselves , to  fall into risible, in the pigstie of the human behavior, in a bottomless trap.
In most cases, we all know and feel what is right and what is wrong !

    A parenthesis here, the tension between the two sets of ideas is only a local , a particular one, in the most cases the language is friendly to me so to speak, yet there are such cases, places , where apparently it seems that some heve been  entitled to do  completely immoral, dirty things , I think there's something wrong, there's something strange, maybe I will return to this subject when I will  know more. 
2. 4  to me

      Let's have now a visit to the cemetery and talk a little about final resting places, a cheerful discussion  even if we talk about very sad things, from this point of view my family is distinguished from other families, more precisely my father is "sleeping" the final sleep with two women, first ,  in that place was buried an "auntie" , a friend of the family, then my father came upon her, then, in the end, on the top of them my mother. A threesome to inspire you all ! :-)

   What horror you could say on the onther hand, a mass grave ! Does these people really have been so destitute so as they could not afford to buy resting places for everyone? Haha see who my parents were (that Ceausescu family were some clones, this is a "coin",  national day gift), yet we were not rich in any way. It is not about money but about humor and pride, my father did not see himself as a Jew, (Je in french means me ) but as one with two girls Me V and V, in addition he was Orthodox as religion, ortu means dying so orto + 2 x (2 pussies). Clear ? Clear. And what's the problem,  may I be jealous ? If the man liked  the girls and he took with him some samples in the other world (and not only one but even two :-);-)),  matter of manhood and potency, do I have anything against :-)? Nothing, I am not jealous :-) , in addition, you will see why I make such disclosures here, in the end these  are intimate issues, family humor and not publics stuff, well, now I have problems and need to reach this issue.

   As you know, in my situation there is someone who's doing "f...ts" to me, it is like for , fourth, do you understand the connection?

    I must ask you now, if I die to be cremated or if not , buried, but that elsewhere than there, let my father alone with his girls, fart to me is like for to me , 4 in the tail , that's something I do not like, those who still are on my side , friends, get together and buy me a burial site if applicable, it may be here in the West, it may be at Deva, my birthplace  (I think here in the West would be the best, here I lived the last years of my life and not there ,in Romania),  the idea is that I have a sense of humor entirely different from  my family, I hate  the idea and this is it , if I would ever get out of here and it would be after me I would have chose to have them reburied, yet, it is their choice, as for me , I am not so good at humour, I am good at something else,  it's not the time yet.

Completion 

Here are two new sequences now, unfortunately they are always in Romanian, this is the hardcore argumentation of this text, you , the english reading public do not see it, 
cu ortu la tine  (you die)
cu or 2 la tine  (with 2 girls)
cu or lala tine   (I gave the girls to Lali)
   I kinda ended  the rejection of this theoretical aberrations for long time, the craziness that I stayed in Milan and I "gave the women" to Gheorghe, I will give you another coin  about that now, the place where that Caritas where so much trouble came to me is at the intersection of two streets, on the corner stays written Antonio Kramer, try to unravel this name, something about  Gheorghes mother's, the one I feed some years ... 
    So as if the girls had to reach me to save my life and they arrived elsewhere it is not my fault, well,  we know who to blame, who have managed the whole situation. 
3. Speaking of milestones on the path of stupidity

    Lets come back a bit to the last time topic named "milestones on the path of stupidity", to the  gigantic aberration one of my sad shadows said about me coming in Bruxelles : "we have brought you here because here we shit",  funny, the thing is this "ratty "guys see themselves as being the origin of the things, they believe that they are the first engines of everything, I am manipulated by them, it is them having the intelligence, the ideas , in fact, this sad soccer team , these  ridiculous actors , were manipulated, so in fact I think they wanted to say something else, I rectify it for them now:

"We were tricked and dragged there in Bruxelles because there we make mistakes and we shit our own pants " Payment at the end. Take one upside down  now!
4. Trickery, swindle, artifice, slyness.

With small lines :

- I am the owner of a Samsung Galaxy Pocket 2 Phone (you the English speaking public simply dont see, see with the word KK , as for me , apparently I missed, I did not succed to reach the point where these wonderful explorers, pioneers traveled)
- The software existing in my phone, I see the video files with a small little program called  JS Media which is different from Jews da (give) me , a (she).
- The mattress that I sleep is red blue, the Star, I wonder what wonderful family!
-  The dog of the family in the old days (my dad was alive then ) was called Muki, so if I smoke, s" moke then I am Muki (s is like I am), the dog of the family , the "son" of the family (the ones being with the Za to me), how strange, these people  smoke since forever, what cheap tricks and what  incomprehensible artifices,  a little absurd ! 
 - Craciun Ioan," the one with the son (being a son), (with a phone), I will not give him a machine" , now watch the things from their point of view,  i cannot receive anything because I am " called ", that's not my fault, so I will not get anything because they are  calling me uninterrupted, something like a vicious circle (I am mentally called).
- Simeria, a map with acts to the relatives , Blackberry phone and Sennheiser headphones, in SRI s house, bad luck !
There are others things like that, in my view, if everything is as they wish to be, they could simply lie or something, they could say that I did something shameful and forbidden in here and as a result I dont deserve anything !
At least to do everything  openly and frontly !

5. Miscellaneous things

a) small happenings along the way

     I thought to tell you now a little about what happened lately along my way  ,  the most outrageous is evident  Germany where as I told you once, in an emergency message, the gypsies can take a shower, me not, that while the girls working there are giving me very unreal, fantastic explanations about things , Bonn, the city of Beethoven (it was, now is the city of tragi-comedy) is where I was kicked out of the university where I was lingering and charging my phone, how funny, I will give you a giant coin now,  see this word "Academy", what do you think is that about? "About nothing, the words are about real things !"  Haha I will give you a clue, the second letter is "S"(or ss) ! No, I'm not exactly the academy itself  but it seems that this concept has something to do with me, pressing and exaggerating a little I can say that in Germany the Academy was kicked out of  University :-) :-), the smartest people on Earth these guys, then they began to plant fences around the place where I slept in order to  obstruct my access to it,  in the beginning it was one, then two, third, fourth and finally, the fifth, I am wondering myself nobody is asking there any questions about anything, it is clear that the SRI has been with the bright ideas, but there nobody is asking anything ? Nobody is interested  why something must be done, does it have any technical logic, any practical sense, ergonomically speaking, what they do? I do not believe they ever ask why they should do something. When I came back from Germany I found myself surrounded by the  Belgian army on the streets, the ghost , even the "Boogie -Man" of the terrorism, the most ridiculous thing in the world, we'll talk about that later. 

  b) beating and hysteria, the "national team" in spectacle

   I have already explained that I have passed coming from Germany by 7-8 days of fire,  attacked in the evenings very extreme, how's the Romanian national all times soccer team is doing, I will try to will keep you updated ? Ghita, their boss, Coyote departed and never returned , I cannot see him lately , I thought maybe he pose as Adriana and he is running that night show trying to be unseen allegedly, maybe it could be him , I do not know, at least in front, I have not had to deal with him lately , but he could stand as a rat in the back and attack from there, I do not know.

    Giani has done something like a great present for himself and he did not come to me lately  , only once, twice maybe, it was just for a few days I had the disgrace , the dishonor of having him around, as you may see the heads , the evil remained the two  Ninja girls , the 2 Zombies ,  the two chocholate Nikita from Romania , my former girlfriends (the worst taste in women in the world, CIA, SEE She, I am worst in the world), Mada is here less but she may emit stench on the unseen,  the hottest is Adriana, Adele,  a huge disaster, she's the one trying to destroy my brains, to break my head, well, her situation is sad. Ninel Ganezu he also appeared once, twice, big airs and an anti - George Soros intellectual position (you will deduce it if you read his web site) because by default Soros is seeing the reds, that means seeing him. 
    I just discover another 2 connections between the Romanian national team footballers and people involved in my case, old acquiaintances of mine,  I found (for those who know a bit of football) Florin Răducioiu and Dorinel Munteanu (intellectuals, clones).

c) Hollywood, a counsel

    If they will not decide to act in time, then perhaps it would be better for them to step aside, I think as big as they are, this issue  surpasses them somehow, it will be better for them not to wake up later as being responsible for something that no one can pay,  if they decide not to make any move it is better to announce (on the underneath) the place is vacant, there are other options, the idea of keeping the things stuck could be very nasty and very pernicious for them in the end!

d) America kicked in the head

   Haha funny, Usa has a big head , they still  do not feel anything, do you remember what I said above about clones? About  miss Barceanu Ada (no is BA) being the one who is trying to take my minds, it seems that she has a clone hitting America in the head , if the put 9- 11 and other things like that you will understand that a war is worn on the underneath against them, unfortunately there almost no one sees correctly, it's their bussiness ,  my moral duty anyway, as long as we are apparently  under the same flag is to tell them, they will do whatever they want , if I die, it might be too late for them when they will wake up, they will be systematically destroyed before seeing and understanding  what happens. It's sad.

6. The terrorist militaristic gang from Brussels

    That's a very funny title, a bomb, could the Brussels authorities  being the ones responsible for the Paris attack ? No way, it's the immediate response, that would be absurd, a war, France is a bit bigger than Belgium, the idea is they are doing there the game of the terrorists,  everybody knows who the terrorists are, they are those I filled with shame! 

   As for me , I spent in this year about six months in Brussels in the absence of something better, from there I have "migrated" from time to time a little to Rotterdam,  Hague, Bonn and the damned, cursed Cologne, from the very beginning I was announced that I am on the rats territory , the Belgian national soccer team is called "the Red Devils", always on the cover of the free press, it is not by chance, (I was warned), then I noticed that the people from there are going a bit with the bad guys, in the end they have put the army on the streets on the advice of the terrorists themselves, something incredible, something vile, how in the world could that be the capital of the U.E (they are lower than average, no, not the people, but the authorities there)?
   Well, militaristic ok, but why did I called them terrorists? It is pretty difficult for you to understand clearly, this country identifies itself with someone, all the countries and cities are data concerning this situation, well, they identify with someone who is not exactly clean, after that they do big show placing their army on the streets, a little weird and kind of sad, maybe we can put our little eyes a bit there, yes, they are all sons but these ones are stinking pretty ugly . That's it.

7. The slave of the rings !

    It is the " Lord of the Rings " you could say ! I know, thanks for your precious help, in my case it is not the lord but the  mistress and it is not the mistress but the slave, therefore the funny result is the slave of the rings.
The she-man of the rings !

    In short, about a  year ago I was in Milan and I slept in a train, that is not quite a train , there are just a few coaches,  well, the word train resembles with the word TEN ( face) , that is the nickname of Mada, Face, there she came to me to tell me how great I am  and who  the women involved in my case are.
And just like that, through her first and then by themselves, around  25-30 celebrities and stars, girls all, most of the elite of the actresses, models, et cetera came to me in the evenings (something like a small movie) and  put  an imaginary ring on my finger. And why em I saying this here , to boast myself ? Well, if I would have come to  boast I should have done it  one year ago, when the thing was hot, did I told you anything here about that? Not a chance . I came to make a complaint about the fact that I think that all that was shown to me was what have previously used by them, I think when they showed them to me it was too late, they came to me only after the SRI  checking them on their list. A Romanian Victory ! So sad for me, no longer beautiful girls in the world! That's it, I would be curious to get some clarifications on that, that is why I brought this subject here, to find out more and to heat Mada once again, she who wanted to hide behind her daughter, it will be worse for her like that !
   What kind of concepts are these ones ? Slaves? Yes, she works on the plantation , they are "slaves" in the sense that they are little monitored, they are in " chess" a bit , that's because they're bad, they are evil, they are fetid and they have extraordinary powers. Otherwise, they are doing much, much better than me !

8. Two monsters, two torturers

    The anti -heroes of this topic are obviously   Ada and Mada, 2 monsters ,  MAN SHE 2 (two) ra , 2 hyper aggressive roosters,  two waste products , pugnacious at the extreme, these 2 burned themselves the worst in this case, as shown , now, in the end , they are desperate and went to  brainless attacks against  me, these two torturers understood that we work here with lobotomy, that those who do not play their strings should be extirpate the brain violently , they know anatomy  so precise that they can trigger certain endorphins from  the human brain, you may wonder why em i  doing so much scandal, ultimately, it's like being hit in the head but in reality I am not?

   It's a little more complicated than that, however, despite the absence of the  physical damage I think my brain can be affected after being  "hit" like that, I experience a vertigo, that's a sign that the stress is a little wider than the area where they operate,  funny is that it is us the ones who  give to these crows such things,  yet they are no made for them to try to destroy us . Little attention to them both , more recently, the hysteria began to express openly, murderous thoughts expressed in face, "I'd kill you if i could ", they can't , otherwise I  would have been  already dead haha, you know that joke with the lice on the  elephant , the one with " strangle him Pishta !" something like that .

   If you do not know the joke  I will tell it to you myself in short, they say a gang of lice climb on an elephant, there start multiplying, throwing ropes and strings below to come more and more lice, they bustle about, strain through the  fur of the  elephant to harm him, to get under his  skin . At some point,  the  elephant shake itself  once and all the  lice fall down. There is only one left,  he holds the best he can, the ones down shouts:

 -  Strangle him Pishta !

   So, an incredibly aggressive game  from these lice , these were all at some point  friends,  girlfriends, family, neighbors, et cetera.
 9. Conclusions and annotations

    Comedy Central (at least the original version,   it wasn't my intention but the text  came out really funny, I must confess that today I walked on  the streets summarize it in my mind, reliving it, it is funny beyond imagination,  that's the good part, beyond that  I must tell you something sad, if you pay attention to the way  which I expressed myself ( i mean the Romanian version), the  concepts chosen and the joints of this text you could  say maybe that I am  "fresquito" enough,  so to speak (i am in Barcelona) ..
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     Unfortunately I have to say that many things have been "whispered " by some imps that sit on my left shoulder, there the suggestions are coming, that is the source for  that freshness of this texts, as for me,  unfortunately after 10 years of drugs and one of " mental karate my mind is rather slow, clogged,  blurred . I've already said that I forget   people names, i have difficulty sometimes in finding a specific  concept  that i need , sure this comparing me with them who have the  particularities that have, it is pretty bad.  I hope the day will come when i'll finally be  out to oxygenate my brain, my brain is now a fighting machine, it fights for many long years,   something like an  engine going in high speed for very long,  the fresh thinking and the clarity  does not come with overloading but with recreation and oxygenation.

    A problem, I was warned that this text put the things a bit too openly,  there are too many  secret things being here frontly, clear and crisp , that's not good, hehe, " i dai pe fata " (put it openly ) ? You see that I am close to "die" on the face,  if I "die" on the face then this toy will die  with me, it  no longer makes sense, it will become superfluous, if they are killing those of  us who  they  dislike , those who are fighting like lions with these evil, it means that they  have started to select us, those who they like are  passing and those they don't like die, that's something of an extreme gravity, I'm the one who is fighting  the most fierce war  with them, if I die you can stop the game,  my death  will bring with it a disaster for the "machine" as for  everything else, I do not know if you can have more of this  toy being written in all and everything.
Well I have not died , what  if I don't but i said here everything openly ? Then I will take care to fix my mistakes.
     There are she cousins, not only he cousins, among them is obviously  Liliana, the NSA one who keeps me in za,  unfortunately it is she the one who provided women for Gheorghe, it's not her fault somehow (see topic number 1), so it is the "holy scripture" ,anyway, I hope that in the  end everything will be ok and we will avoid an open  useless, ridiculous and shameful war.

   There are two  parallel counts of the  time  I was inside , there are   10 years and 4 months on one side, 12 and something in another way , if we are counting  as well the 1  year and 8 months  of brake , the hiatus from   Canada, during which I was, as usual stinked , how much time is needed ? Do I need to kill myself ? Is my car " infinity" ? 



Miasma


     Welcome back on Mybunker, I wish you a pleasant reading! As always I have to remind to you that translating such a text from Romanian is pretty difficult, there are a lot of untranslatable, inappropriate, unsuitable things...cultural differences, local people and unknown names for the public, yet people and names having global importance , I will do my best anyway. Try the original version ! I have to repeat another thing, the translated version loses some half of the power of the original during the translation, loses a lot of details, a lot of charm and the entire quantity of humour, its spirit somehow. For the sake of the informations here which are oftenly secrets, try it even so , it might help you. This text is a bit indecent due to the nature of the people I deal with, for the rest there are a few topics really difficult to read for the english reading public, the arguments are based almost entirely on the "secret" properties of the Romanian language, try it even like that , you could learn something !


Introduction


     The first thing to note is that I am in Brussels right now, I returned here after a nightmarish week spent at Wien, unfortunately I have to say that here I had a cool and "smelling" reception, it is because of this text, text which will bring war, a big combat follows, SRI has stretched out his strings within here  and they are flexing their muscles trying to make difficulties  to me directly from the arrival, as a result I must require some assistance  from the start,  from the very beginning I am a little besieged here.


     I have played lately a "match" of silence and waiting, as I said, in Wien I experienced a living nightmare , after a first emergency message i put here a relative appeasement of the situation followed, then the misery has restarted, inspired by them (or maybe inspired by the good forces) I chose not to ask for help here anymore, I kept silent and I let the lecherous develop free , these guys seeing themselves out of focus have crossed the line the best they could, it's better this way, now I will cut them in pieces here.


    Maybe my people deserve a little criticism as well , those who are still trying to help me, when I come here and ask for help because  it's scandal somewhere the things are going as follows, those indicated by me here are changed as in a soccer game and then the scandal continue, eg. when I am swearing Gheorghe here he is changed and then  someone else appears who makes about the same "show" like him. Other times the situation  calms for a day or two and then it all begins once again with the same strength, maybe when I ask for help we are supposed to continued to watch a little over the situation, the causes of the agitation are always deep, once removed from the limelight these mice attack again, relentless.



      This text will be written from an internet cafe, that means I write on my money, this also means, at a more profound level, that I am  paying some kind of "taxes", a tribute in information from my suffering to you and that on my money... so this world is made, the ones "shining lights" are taken for fools while the dark ones , the bringers of darkness are in power, everybody is loving and respecting them, I'm just a homeless who has a blog, that's about it, the idea is anyway that this text will be a short one , concise, something like a  summary , short and incisive ideas,  more some other time. I am writing directly on my blog, I have a sheet of paper with some notes, all at high speed, I hope the result will be somewhat coherent, readable, enjoyable. By the way, there are a lot of things vanishing from my pockets, pens and other minor issues are swiped all the time. (Sutite in Romanian - She Titu )


     As you can see, yet nothing has changed in my situation, there is somebody  who is hunkering behind because they are no longer showing themselves , i think they decided to play with fire at a very deep level ,  to go to the limits,  I expect common sense to return in its place to those responsible  , I expect them to  finally do  what is proper, to do what is respectable, what big words for people not so honorable! We'll see what happens.


     The title, I must say I had more ideas for title, perhaps some of them were suggested by them, I had  "shadows", then karate (because that's all I see these days), et cetera, finally I decided for this word, one with "gas mask", I live a real  nightmare these times, it's a great pressure on me, i am mentally assaulted, sometimes on the outside as well , it is barely breathable.


     Consequences of the  last time text, the most important consequence of all is that , following my vision somehow, the "rat hidden in the kitchen" Gheorghe disappeared, he left  his mummy in his place , Adriana who became nasty, I will be at least as nasty with her. Speaking about Gheorghe I do not know if what he did is nice , to call his Mommy to intervene for him, this  might work at earlier ages, here between mature people what he did is ridiculous, that from my point of view. Maybe the trick is that one  with "the dog that does not bark is biting harder " , maybe that is why he disappeared, he withdrew apparently to make me forget about him and to try to bite through the back very hard, this is  a tactic, unfortunately for him I still have the "focus "on him. Otherwise, other consequences  were those from Wien, an assault, we will come back to this subject in a later topic.


     Music we do not have, except that, as you know, I fear somehow the "censorious", this box is always one difficult to write and time-consuming, I decided to skip it once again , sorry , maybe next time.


     That would be the introduction, lately you have become accustomed with very massive introductions, long and boring, we change our style now and we go directly to content with the mention that I will update, enrich the content of this introduction during the entire course of the writing of this text.


     Two words about this "schizophrenia" (the word was split and explained here long time ago) , I claim that there are people entering my mind and doing horrible things there, something a bit Science Fiction, a bit absurd, yes, it is just a "mental phone", it is nothing complicated, there are a lot of people having one...


     One more note, they are doing  format changes of this text through the back, maybe  you could see the effects, some lines are smaller, others larger, I can not do anything, I tried to correct it several times, the things remain the same once saved !

Table of Contents

1. Ambush in Vienna (God will take care of this stinky gypsy woman)
2. Rosia Montana and Rashomon ( 10 )
3.   A magnanimous delay , yet the final one
4. A trap for the "Japanese" guys, a clause
5. Vital intuitions, instincts and their detractors
6. The worst team ever born
7. Various things

a) - My hair
b) - My phone is broken once again
c) - Other SRI staff involved in my case
d) - A bad dream, my family in the way of my salvation
e) - The return of Howler monkey - Giani
f) -  Rats using their "badge" to fuck woman 

8. Two quotes, landmarks on the stupidity road
9. 10 concepts decrypted for you
10. A paradox
11. Some conclusions.


1. Ambush in Vienna (God will take care of this stinky gypsy woman)


      You might know that out of the whole  this miserable team, Adriana has been one of the less present here, referred yes, all the time, yet criticized and handled truly as she deserves never, perhaps this is because she know how to hide,  well, after the text entitled Digha I took a little vacation, this means I stayed here in Brussels for a little while without doing a big deal, then I took a tour through Germany where it was rather quiet, being so I thought to get down to Wien, that for very practical reasons, I needed some medicine. As you know the pills are expensive, I do not have money, there are some places in Wien where you can take some medication for free, well, I got there, as you know from the emergency messages from the blog there I was waited with drugs and  exceptional "stench", the things calmed down a little after my emergency message from here, then after a day or two, the rats, carried on the wings maybe of the wild dogs of hell from Wien jumped on me, inferno during the night, extreme violence, show. Among all Adriana  shined the best, what horrifying demon this gypsy from Titu, one full of infernal stench, what infernal spirit I've seen at night it is hard to describe here. As for me I let her do her game, I gave her for each "" coup " triple back and then I wrote down little nots, now it's time to burn the ugly whitch alive, shitty crow. Maybe I should say something about her to introduce her better to you (if she is such a celebrity on the underneath), a Rat from a little (and full of gipsies ) town called Titu, a  blackish father and a mother called Saponaro (which has something to do with the idea of sope), a house without a bathroom where dogs licked the pot the family was soon going to eat, two  blackish brothers and for the rest  dogs everywhere ... the question is how  could I get there? How could I take such a thing for a  wife ? Matter of destiny, you have already seen the whole ""gospel", so it was written from me, to descend into underworld to see the things, to see the subhumans with their bad things and good things (they have some ...) , now I feel like throwing up.
      She's the one who's choking me oftenly during the night , a  firsthand "choker", it must be said that she has very good skills and a very precise mind control over the  one she "possess" like any respectable demon , she gets you up , she make you hit the walls, you do not breathe, you do not know where you are and who you are, there hyperventilation comes , in the end she let you go and let you breathe, she is probably  laughing inside herself of you , I leave here a promised that I will do the same to her , it is weird somehow, if i get out of here, I will not have time normally for such  human stench , I will try to take some time for her anyway.
Yes, it's full of barks and trunks, puppies and lout who would like to put a hand to help (them), I will purge and clean them out of this earth.
Remember!


      It is pointless to tell you more , she 's the clone of a cousin of mine , the one having  myself tied , Adriana is the one doing the dirty job,  what's else to say then " God will take care of this stinky gypsy woman "!


     A small note, I note  to say a good word about Innsbruck, I have been there 2 days after Wien, I received a little help there, not all Austria is a pigsty , it is mostly Wien . Basically the scandal started there, until there it was all peace and quiet, no major events have happened until I went there , I went there and there  the scandal began, now I am  in Brussels, it stinks pretty bad here !


2. Rosia Montana and Rashomon (10)


     If you meditate a bit to this expression: Rosia Montana you could think about and word Rashomon as well , a word maybe you have heard before  and you dont know where it is coming from, I will explain  immediately what is this about. As for the two taken together, it could  appear that they have nothing to to do with each other, one is a town in Romania where some Romanian people lie there is  gold and other aberrations that while they are conspiring  against me, unfortunately my own family, the other is a Japanese film  made by the famous director  Akira Kurosawa (see the name and then you can tell that there is a connection between them, A Keira ....), I must confess that I have not seen this movie, I saw something made by Kurosawa but not Rashomon, recently  I found out shocked that the movie is "speaking to me" , this movie with samurai has a deep bond with myself and my situation.


     I'll try to tell you briefly what the movie is about, that using various "synopses" from the Internet, as I said I did not see this film, they say a priest (see Gheorghe), a woodcutter ( i do not know which one, it could be any of them ) and a peasant take cover from the rain in a place called Rashomon ( red man, Radu man, killing the man), there they discuss the news, the most spectacular of all these news is a crime. It seems that one of them was a witness at the trial of a murderer (the others have heard about this crime  as well ), this murderer would have killed a samurai and would have raped his wife, there are multiple versions of the truth, in fact, it is said that the movie is precisely about the nature of the truth, there are a variety of versions , the murderer and the samurai  would have fight, fighting unfair Tajomaru because that is the name of the murderer would have killed the samurai and then he would have possessed wife,  another version is  the  killer would have raped the samurai's wife, then ,  the samurai would have committed suicide in shame and dishonor ... I do not know, read a bit on the internet that not very complicated to understand, it is not very difficult to understand . What is more difficult to understand is how this relates with my case. It is simple, while me being inside the "za", Sri has raped almost all the girls involved ...

   Well, Tajomaru, T jew maru  (someone on my mother's side),  here is now another detail that is designed to light the whole story, once I was going home during the winter , in my naivety I went to visit my relatives, there was someone who brought me "jumeri" to eat (jumeri is a Romanian home prepared dish made out of meat and pork fat) ,  sincerely I was always thinking : "well, why not some sausages" ? Well, I think the movie is telling me that for this food the one helping me felt free to feed himself from the women involved in this procces ? So, why all the fus ? Am I jelous ? Not quite, but as the situation is now it seems there is no girl left to take me out of the "prison".

 Here is somebody who conspired to kill me, all this under the dome of salvation, under the guise of helping, playing the one  who puts a helping hand.

A great shame!

Repenter (that is the Romanian name of the Christians who attend the American Protestant Church)? Pocait is the original name.   On pieces - pe cai t . On horses !  A cousin of mine from Deva.

3. A  magnanimous delay, yet the final one


    If you remember, in the good old days, I said that in October or so I will  proceed :-) to take my own life if the  deliverance will fail to come, in the meantime I received a "coin", this word " intarziere "means delay in English, if we split the word in pieces we could find out about how much delay we are talking about, in the meantime a part of my family  did something very dirty  , I had a bad dream, a  bad aunt (Rodica, Zia re) appeared in a dream of mine and told me that the delay may take up to a year, the family in the path of salvation, well, if so I will not be there, there are already more than three months, another 3 is enough, I will stand to pass the winter holidays more then surely, then I will leave in January.

     Between you and me, I started losing my hopes , you saw the topic above, my family, I am  ostensibly in their hands, they vote for you all and I must say that, as I perceive the situation myself these guys will do no movement in my advantage, I will have  "to go", that is, I will do what I have to do.

    One time I  can  postpone everything, the second time very little , I did not cling to life, if I continue indefinitely I would start to look ridiculous,  when we have to leave we have to leave, this is beyond words.

4. A trap for the "Japanese", a clause

      Let's start with a new word decrypted here, a bit too many free but I really need this word in order to develop my argument, the word is this one debt, well as always I am using the Romanian (the enlighten ) version of the words, the word is this one ""intarziere"" which is slightly different of "giving the "bad" girl " . In other words, "by default", in principle, when they pay their debt to me by providing what they have to provide the debt fall, they paid in other words for the  "cruel, inhumane and sometimes degrading treatment, to speak the language of the phantasmagoric "human rights".


     Yet, as you may know my case is special, there is a  place where they did something very wrong and they fell into a  bottomless trap, that place is Cologne and their deed is entering by "intrusion" in my mind. A Pandora being at the origins of all evil, there followed the scandals, spit, violence and other "mutations" like this, in other words they tried to win this "game" by force, at any cost, well, there were fundamentally wrong. The clause  is that all these phenomena related to my case, all the evils caused to them by this huge abuse are not covered by the normal pay of their debt,  I reserve for myself the right to revenge, pay, give back all these excesses .

      Yes, there is a very naive question that occurs here,  in this way I am not encouraging them to never end  all this, I make them even more desperate, do not send them to suicide? Only those who do not understand the overall picture could lay such a  question.

5. Vital intuition, instincts and their detractors

      I have seen that there are critics of the way I crossed all this "valey of tears", critics of my lifestyle adopted in this extended period of "incarceration", in other words some people apparently did not liked the "tourist" model, the one which I adapted myself in all this time , some found that this way I jeopardized the fate of my "allies" and other stuff like that. Unfortunately this was the only way I could move forward, the only way I been able to survive, that's not something arising from  rational  thinking,  it was something instinctive, something like an intuition about my life and about how I should try to move in these horrible times, critics are always people that failed, how strange!

     From the outside everything seems simple, from the outside world everything seems to be trivial, from the outside it looks like I could do  better,  however from the inside, from here , from the dark, that's all I could do and I'm extremely proud of myself and my accomplishments!

6. The most ridiculous team ever born


     That's the shame of Romania, everything was lower ever, these are some retarded idiots who, because of being desperate, entered into my head to "beat me" until I quit, in the meantime I also received some assistance because I am not alone in this world and now all these suckers are in a a very delicated a situation.

    You know the one with the various secret police (not only secret, sometimes it happens even in civilized countries ) which is placing you in a corner and then they hit you with their fists in the stomach and liver , there where  no one sees,  these is what this pigs did , they went inside me and they thought that there they will beat me until I quit, dirty cocksocking dogs !

     Unfortunately the Romanians are calling this  their national football team, this is the crap Romanian team, by the way  Hagi (Gheorghe) was replaced by a gypsy from Buzau called Ganea Ninel, as the ones knowing soccer know the name  resembles the name of the soccer player Ionel Ganea ? That is for the name, yet the face  resembles that guy  Reiziger from Netherlands soccer team.  As for Adrian Ilie, he is in the greatest shape,  Viorel Moldovan is back himself, Sabau is a huge shame , these guys are the shame of  Romania, if you identify yourself with these guys you are  like them!

       The pattern, the template  model,  this is how they saw the things, if you get molded in their first everything is ok, they love you, if not, you might get pushed a little , they will put some erected "things" before your eyes, et cetera. Well, it does not work ? Well they wanna beat you  until you  give up ! I am sorry to tell it to you but this kind of "intelligence"  fell into a bottomless trap,  these guys have misunderstood the nature of the "game" we play. Is this a thing with only one version ? With one door, one answer ?  Not a chance and as a result this team became one of the most covered in shame in human history , the payment is going to be as their stupidity and I have bad news, you will not be there to help no matter how much you would love this team of pigs of yourself.

7. Various things


a) - My hair has become rarefied in the meanwhile , I have always had very often hair , these excretions stinked my fucking head hair as well.

b) - My phone is defective once again

     Yes, the last shot before leaving Wien was damaging my phone, it has light, the 3 buttons work but the touch screen has become insensitive, I virtually "wipe" with my  finger the screen and nothing is happening, I understood that to blame is Gheorghe, it is pointless to ask for help here for the phone, I had  that Iphone some time ago, I lept  asking for  help here to unlock it, not a chance, it is something like the dicton of the Romanian philosopher Constantin  Noica who once said, "nobody knows who gives and who receives ".

c) - Other SRI involved in my case

    Valentin G., I have to mention his name even if he is the only one  ok between them all,  a man who had a positive contribution in my life, for ex. during this time I slept a few nights at his place , a man who  helped me a little, Leo A - this is a disaster from student housing Grozavesti, a celebrity in Bucharest, I understood that he is involved, a notorious drinker, Viorel Z -a man who was a friend of me once, I understood that in the beginning he was involved in my case then he retired, Ninel Ganea, a colleague from the philosophy who has a blog where he writes abstract words on the Internet, something like Karamazov.ro , another idiot who, as his origins show, came here to drown near the shore , he entered to replace Gheorghe , he is violent as well, I will  break his fucking face!

d) - a bad dream, my family in the way of my salvation

I talked about it, we move on!

e) - The return of howler monkey Giani

     Important topic , the return of the big macaque, well, it seems that the  Satanist  monkey Giani after being "humiliated" here shoved his long tail and he did a  spectacular jumping  on a branch far from our bussiness , he is the one who suggested  here to me to call  Ghita - the "farts of the brownie"  as shown, a bringer of inner conflict who created tensions within the team , then, a few days ago, Adriana started fighting with me , in the end, she  "threatened" me that  Giani is about to come , "beware"!

    Surprise ! It seems that he is now in place of Gheorghe "the farts of the brownie" , to see reconciliation ! This one is  wild, a filthy baboon that who stinks worse than a toilet , a guy who as education have (except the excavators school ) the local Mafia from Deva, well, he finally came, I must say that nonetheless he was a bit less violent than in Barcelona where he pissed off so bad that I swore to him that I will kill him some day, however his presence is one undesirable, maybe he could be invited out once again!

f) -  Rats using their "badge" to fuck woman 

     Well this guys are fucking using  Sri badge, unlucky Anaconda!
Otherwise they could not do it , which actress, model, women would sleep with this rats , do you think that these are having sex with women like men?
These guys  fuck for hate, fuck to destroy, relying on their power, these guys are the saddest clique ever born and I'll fuck them without end !

8. Two quotes, landmarks on the stupidity  road

1. One of the girls while talking  me me:

"We've brought you here (in Belgium, she wanted to say) because here we shit " Please excuse the madame. 

2. A discussion between us, I said something like:

- Should not you take  it easier, being a bit  smarter, why are you doing so much harm ?
She sais "I  must stink ".

What if , at least a part of this miserable, would stink entirely ?

9. 10 concepts decrypted for you

( parenthesis, the words are in Romanian, if I crack their translations in English here then it would be too much a little, anyway you can understand their logic even like this )

1. Cologne, Koln inverted call, cal, there is the place the  fools champion, Mada came first in my mind
2. Has moro car, original in Rroma (gipsy language, i dont speak it ) , asma rocker, he ass, brown car
3. To discuss (A discuta in Romanian ) ADI suck t, something downright harmful, we hate each other very much, maybe if they would keep their mouths smaller , it would be better
4. What did I do? Ce-am facut ? Cia me fe (cu ) T
5. Mercenaries, the mother of the bad dog (Ada , once again)
6. Proficient , competent in Romanian , the one who stinkes not 
7. Indigenous India Giani, an Indian synonymous bas (t) inas
8. Skunk , skonx suck no x
9. Bottom of hell (talpa iadului ), lali son Adela
10. Luft (luft is when a soccer player shoot along the ball ) L son with t (cross)

10. A paradox

   If the sun is high, what's out? Well you will tell, day (This is once again dark for you , in Romanian sun you say soare which is really close to SRI, while day you say zi which is pretty close to the word za "link")
Now , while I keep bringing the  SRI up here what is the result ? za, link .
This is a kind of paradox, if I keep writting here the SRI it never becomes  evening and night , as a result I may be never released , as seen in place of piece the war came and it is becoming bigger and bigger , I do not know, maybe I'm writing to die so, in a fight against this Gypsies , how will be it will be!

I will continue to write until the end!

11. Some conclusions.


     The first conclusion is that it is war, this human shits have jumped to beat me in the dark , there where the rats are not seen , inside my mind and they do show huge there, I jump on them myself fuck this vomited tzigoineri  , I will kill them all sooner or later,  fuck this dirty dogs !

Any other conclusions? Do you want more?

Post Scriptum

My phone came back for a couple of days,  now it began to get stuck once again,   practically I start it , it goes perfectly, when I close the screen  it freezes, when I light it back it illuminates but the icons are insensitive, I touch the  display  in vain ...maybe  something can be done.

2015 MyBunker last chapter, edition number 9


                    Dighita

      Welcome back on Mybunker dear friends for one of the last editions of 2015 Mybunker final chapter, I wish you pleasant reading!
      Due to nearly untranslatable nature of this text I have to recommend for you to read the lighter topics in the beginning , for example you can try number 5 then 4, 3 and 2 and then the rest, in the end it is your choice .

Introduction

    Let us begin the evolution of this text's with its funnier part, namely its title. What sort of title is this, what does it stand for ? For you to understand what I am talking about I must tell you a story first and to clarify  later a few things, briefly I was in 8th grade, about that time I fell in love with the rock music , with the "metals", back then something like that was rarely to find in the stores so as, in the absence of any authorized sources of music, I produced it the best way I could, that in my case meant from a guy who lived pretty far from  my home ,  therefore  about twice a week I was crossing the entire city on foot in order to fed myself with "fresh metals" from  this individual.

      I was paying pretty steep, the price was  quite big back then, still it was the single good source, in addition the individual who was recording  the tapes had available  about everything new in the field , I had some dimes in the pocket consequently "open season to metals". As an aside, his tape recorder was recording the tapes rather poorly, sometimes as everybody I was using old tapes, worn tapes, I was shooting music over older music, sometimes 4-5 times,  however I was buying  a lot of music back then. I do not know, perhaps animated by the idea of finding the original , the source, whence the music is coming in order to reach a higher quality,  I asked my friend at the end of one session where all that music was coming and he replied:

- From Dighita. (now that is sounding simply weird, that is not a name or anything)

    I have to confess that I did not quite understand what the man said but because of shame and shyness I did not insisted so I left with the mystery and I wondered to myself how in the world I could  find the mysterious Dighita, who he is, where he got the latest music on the market, et cetera. I tried to inform myself about him, yet , strangely, no one had heard of this guy.

     It's been about two months and then in one day, mad of curiosity, torn by this mystery, I took my courage in both hands and I asked him once again:

- Hey, how did you say the  one who is recording music for you is called ?
- Dighita, said him again (weird because the individual was speaking properly , he had no speech problems , he was not impared in any way ).

I said:

- How did you said his name is ? Dighita?
- Yes he said, Dighita.
- I asked him what name is that, how's that, Dighita?
- Adi Ghita says him , Adi Ghita is his name.

:-) :-) :-)

     And here , all of a sudden the pointless sequence become a normal Romanian name. After many years I realized who was actually Dighita, Adi Ghita,  Ghita the son of Ada, he was gaving me "metals" so vigorous (it is obviously a difference between metals and "gas" , what the late one is doing ),  of course that behind the whole business was my father who was mocking everything yet giving  me  essential hints about the future. 

    And why is this text called accordingly ? Well , see the word title ? Ada's from  Titu and he's dead, an L. Both put together and we have a perfect title, even more than perfect.

Tito and Tarantula, did you ever hear of this band?

    If at this point you will say " I had enough, this is pretty cheap, I dont see the humour, the deep meanings of all this" then you are there in the first line of this text, it is very difficult to translate, to make you see anything !

     OK, we move on, I am  in Brussels right now, I am writing this text on my own money so these jokes are costing me some money, I avoided returning to Paris for a new text because there is literally a disaster,  a consequence of this is that this new text will be written blitz, very short, several topics, my "invaders" suggested at some point to call this text Addenda, that's because this text will be rather something like a series of annotations to the  monster text written earlier this month  in Paris and called "The demons" , well, it's not an addendum, otherwise, I believe this is the ante-penultimate text I will write here, we have something in October, something significant and probably later, in November, before my departure between human beings a last text here .

    A few words about me, the log side of these texts so to say, I feel ok momentarily, not so many drugs in my food lately, I am not so dazzled nor totally clean ,  I never started smoking again and this contributes to the sharpness of my mind for the moment, like a secret, I thought that when the times will become literally hard maybe the cigarettes could be an ally (see jokes with the cap with AS Rome), it has not yet been need ,  anyway the "ally" has very profound side effects for me , dizziness and headaches. 

    As mood,  as you may see I am always cheerful and positive, strange for a man who is like sentenced to death, it would be about a month, one month and a half from now until the date on which I intend to go, here is a euphemism,  to kill myself, I must say that I am fortunate that God endowed me with such incredible inner self, if along with all the stress brought by my mental invasion and of this issue going on to the infinity some depression would be added probably it would  have been much more difficult for me .

    The Blogging as a log, there is the blog as conspiracy as well , as you see the word blog sounds a bit like the word, excuse me, dung, scriu, write in Romanian sounds like the English word for sex, from this it might arise for those lacking absolutely any human logic that here I give  back what I received entirely, in other words when I write  those I write here I am paying back to them , once written here , we settled the accounts.

     Something like that is purely idiot , I'll show to these little rogue, this petty charlatans  that's not exactly how they think, the way of paying is through suffering and repentance and not by linguistic tricks  !
These guys have as national sport  the stealing of their own cap, in reality, probably, everytime they are trying to fool the system, to dribble it , they only go in hell more deeply, their situation become worse.

     I do not know what value the literary artist will have had my last text, the one entitled demons, bad it was not, in practice it was however extremely useful for me, as a consequence of that text, the boys branded there vanished for a while, Giani remained disappeared,  Digiza came back and he attack meanly befitting, I was only with the girls for a while, yet as I already said ,  they are masters of miasma, I do not think the boys are needed, they are worse than the boys and them alone are enough .

    Sleeping,  after my  last time text I slept quietly for a while,  then, these guys have appealed to a cheap trick, they put  something in the water I drink and in my food as well that makes me urinate 4-5 times per night, being so, while I am awake they go to some aggressions, at least a bit. Then I fell asleep again, and then after two hours of sleep I am  awaken once again and so on...maybe something can be done, extreme fanaticism, unconsciousness, those arguments brought by me here last time are known by this team of hamsters , it was them providing it to me, it's incredible that they still have the courage to stand up against the word of God ... these guys are hopeless.

     Speaking of literature, since I wrote here last time a few words about Milan Kundera, I saw with great surprise that the opera of the Swedish writer Stieg Larsson will be continued after his death, this is perhaps the result of my words (" welcome in the immortality of war , Lisabeth Salander! "), incredibly, there is a Swedish author on his name David Lagercrantz's  who assumed Lisabeth  character  and wrote a 4th part of the Millennium series, I must say that my first reaction was consternation, a critical one, I saw this before in cinema but I do not know any case of  literary work to be continued by another author after the assassination of the first one , along the idea has become more acceptable, I have not read the book yet, lets give  a chance to David Lagercrantz!

    Brussels, I thought to write two words about the contradiction I found here, "a little bird" told me  that I was "brought" here with malicious intentions, here it is extremely bad and so my enemies "paved the way" for me to come over here, well, I came and I must say that the situation did not seem so disastrous objectively speaking and yet for me it's pretty bad, this being the situation I have wondered and I thought somehow in a "malevolent" way  how the things could be harmonized,  if a place is a disaster for me , if the place is ok objective speaking but subjective speaking it stinks like  some sort of (I do not know) Pretoria or Sao Paulo then it it should be done Pretoria or Sao Paulo and if the situation is  "perfume" then maybe my situation should improve , I will leave this place  very soon, in fact I will leave  immediately I will finish this text.

     Not good, but not bad, it's disaster and chaos but only for myself, what I see are really happy people making good money, where so much anger and spirit of revolt are coming from ? The moral of slaves is perhaps to blame, to use an expression consecrated by Nietzsche.

      I have said before that the SRI is writing the  world media and that this is like a curse, something unbearable for me, it should be full of martyrs around for media freedom, in reality it is vice versa, the people read the press quiet at a coffee not seeing anything, the blindness is the saddest of all diseases left by God on earth, (I am sure that if anyone not knowing about all this would read my words he would say " It could not be so bad, these are exaggerations ") for ex. a few days ago I met in the  world media a situation which I reconstruct so, these guys were staying at a table in the evening and they were scratching their own heads asking themselves , hey what are we writing in the press tomorrow?

- (Dialogue hypothetical reconstruction) - What, what will us write  in the world media, in the  press, maybe some para za (see) . In turkish (used in Romania as well) para means money.

    The result? BBC, yes the great  British trust had some bucks bullion up on the first page, I stared shocked, then I switched to CNN where I found the title (I hope I have not reversed between them,  ) "what would you do if you would won a lot of money suddenly"? Genial, does not seem too much? If the answer is no, then  be it ! "Everything is permitted"? Or what is real is rational to quote Hegel?

    Music, this time we have no music at all, it is one of the first texts in years where the music is absent , there are two problems, first its content is extremely conspiratorial, no, not the sounds themselves are conspiratorial (though there are a few milksop who eventually put some  satanic messages in the songs , messages that can be heard only  at 1 /2 of the speed of the normal disk ), the name of the troops, of the songs are chaotic, it's incredible, practically's it is SRIs bussiness , the result is very bad for me. Then see my name, the one with the SON (somehow like sound ) I give She no, because of the music section I could die here. 

    It's absurd, should I be afraid? I must confess that I am a torpedo so and I'm not afraid of much, yet I fear a bit about  an absurd death and I fear of the stupidity of those who relentlessly seeks censorious in what I do, this could  be one of the things that could sink me . The blog is a trap itself , you've learned how, if I wrote here then I pay  back to my attackers , poor Indians !

    The places where I am passing  are full of traps themselves,  everything can be twisted, interpreted to the detriment of myself, I must be  somewhat careful, this is the shock of the last month that there is much to lose,  I go through this test without problems, yet there are side issues where some serious mistakes can be done , on one hand I did some mistakes , however, I have the perfect cover for that , a "transcendent" cover , I must say though that I do not like  all this trouble, all this Babylonia, I am struggling to survive in this madness of za and then what I hear is :

- " Be careful because your situation depends on  other people as well , you must take care of them, you must not sacrifice them...it is unbreathable! It's much harder anyway, my mind is continually parasited, here I have others to think and more "!

Cigarettes, (If I start smoking again) are other censorious , "fuma is like son me " I could be boycotted!

    Let's get a little now to the idea that "we" are at 10 years and two months and I am  still "inside", that nothing happened until now, as an aside - a great disappointment, this thing as a whole would have had  to be a German and not a gipsy one, if there are 10 years then it should have  been 10, here everything is relative, everything is questionable, everything is changeable, this does not reflecting and it is not mirroring  me at all . Otherwise, frankly, I learned a lot lately, I learned about a lot of things and yet I do not yet know how  the whole thing would have to finish legaly speaking, in this moment we are in overtime they say, the cursed words once again , "prelungiri" - pare lung ro , that is me , unfortunately it's exactly about me , anyway it seems  the ball is at the Hebrews,  now they will decide my fate  fate and then their own ( they are free to use fanatism as well )!

      In October I will write here more and much more serious, now the situation is severe, then the situation would be desperate, perhaps then I will be more aggressive than now, now, I still somehow expect though every day shows me that we are approaching nothing, that nothing happens, I am surrounded by forgery, gimmicks, I hope everything will be okay in the end.

     Speaking about the end of all this , in case of need as you know there is the second blog , the clone of this one craciuncosminioan2, if in the end there will be problems here on the blog then look  for me there, if not, as you know combinations of Craciun Cosmin Ioan 26, things kind craciun26cosminioan or craciuncosmin26ioan, you will find me there!

    Predictions? I am the hands of my family and of those from Hollywood ...  probably I will die !
Well, is not there's anything alive? I dont know , it does not seem like it would be !

         Informations , I am unfortunately one of the largest providers of information for people in history, I think  there are no precedents, what you read here are secrets guarded with human lives, I suffer for what , as you could see  now the end is almost agony, nevertheless I pay some sort of tax, I give some of my informations for you,  you should respect this charity character of this writing.

That would be the introduction, we proceed to the content:

Contents:

1. "The rats" from the kitchen (or how Gheorghe was hit by a proverb)
2. The cacodaimon and the other daimons  (updates ) 
3. Errors on the blog and  intellectual positioning errors
4. A smaller Chernobyl, Teresa !
5. American Stories

a) Veterans and  v peasants
b) Usa will become like France

6. Various issues

a ) Other SRI members
b ) Rosia Montana
c ) Too many glasses

7. 7 things deciphered for you, 7 concepts decrypted
8. All animals ? No human beings left ?


1. "The rats" from the kitchen (or how Gheorghe was hit by the proverb )

    The rats by their nature are hiding in all sorts of places, as you know they like on the underneath,  basements, in the dark, in the cellars, well, it looks like a exceptionally place, one very  loved by them are the kitchens, these guys eat poorly by their kind so they like to cook for other people , mine were  hidden there,  under rugs, behind pots with dish , in old and broken refrigerators :-), where you think and where you do not think. Once hidden, they start the big time cooking and waited to see if I see them or not, if I find them or not, whether or not I bite their trap.

    I passed on there , I ate there some years (I speak about Milano and its charities), then finally I saw them, a little late perhaps, about a year before the end (it's not too late),  then stunned I found that some of women who I should deal fell under the spell of the rats ("the fuck on (for) food case") and I become kinda sad, on the other hand I asked myself just how bad I was wrong, how serious was everything ? I stayed in Italy about 4 years of which about 2, 2. half tied up, thinking about this I have thought I could lose everything despite my suffering and despite my exceptional resistance ? Is this whole thing something about  diet or a random  visual test , a test of intellectual accuracy which translates in the reading of a single idiotic phrases like "Franciscan"?  Everything perfect, but you ate your enemies!

    Is that right , correct I asked myself, one suffers terribly and another lurk in the kitchen and makes food and then the suffering and starving  finally finds a refuge, a (apparently) stretched hand and he is screwed ? It's that human, right, normal I asked myself ?

No and all the arguments and fortunately  in my favor.

    You already know I think the last time argumentation in which I have shown that Ada, the mother of Mr. cook ate from me more than me from him, we'll return to this argument, another argument is simply the math, I doubt that all what I  consumed there was his private contribution (even if his shameful label, the dog one sits above the place ). That place called OSF from Milano is a place where some 1700 people are eating in the morning and about as much in the evening, a few simple calculations show that so, the cost of meals I mean, go to a 3- 4 millions euros per year on a appreciation of 3-4 euros per day for a person table, this would be just the food, that is a center that has other services, I do not think Gheorghe has "invested" so much money there nohow.

      If there are other contributors (apart from SRI) then all is null and void, it does not matter anymore, we can consider that I have always consumed the "others" there.

    The other day I received a huge "coin"  , one a bit bigger than Ghita, the name of (maybe) the most beloved of all Popes , maybe this is something that I was not supposed to decrypt here, to decipher it, it is a almost a sacred name, Pope John Paul II , it's war ...  it is an absurd war, a ruthless one, one without reason - i have to do it , as you can see quite easily, its name makes reference to me, this is John Pl 2, ie, sorry for the Romanians , the Italians  and Ghita - John Pui LoLi. I guess this was not pure theory, I think he left something physical for me, somehow they knew that I will partly fall in the " trap" of  Gheorghe (you'll see it's the other way around) and they left perhaps some funding, some money for the food I was going to eat in Italy.

    Well, you can say yes - but there is something shifted  in the middle, he was there before all this to happen, it is true but the pope as papa (food) is always in front (in advance as a result ), so he was there before! This was a true pope, one who  was on my side (God take care of his soul), he was there before me to take care of everything !

Do not you worry, we  reward properly our friends!

       Lets return a little to the argument above, you may sustain as Digha himself that "Ada's Ada and  he is himself (which is apriori a little  when it comes to jews ), they have nothing to do one with the other, this matter is between me and him," this is false, all this story  was a trap for him, Ada came to me, I supported her about 2 years, years in which I think just the just cigarettes she  smoked were equal with the food  I ate  in Milan  and then everything has changed, I entered the second phase of the of my "stage" , after about two years of Paris and Wien and eating coins from the train stations I was attracted to Milan, where I remained for some years, later, I learned that he disregarded his "mother "  and asked tribute in meat from my allies for his services, here is a small proverbe for him translated frim Romanian "the dogs do not walk around with cookies in their tails " !
   Now there is something not very logic in the middle , maybe , you could say , the adage is made for me , he is the dog abut me , i should see this little adage, yes (ADAge), it is the same thing in Romanian the word tail is coADA. As you may see he is called to see about Ada in the background  !

    You're not sure, then here's one even  more spectacular for you, I dont believe you have it in English , the adage is saying  "the one who digs the pit for other people shall fall into it himself!" . Now here is the Romanian version of this adage : " cine sapa groapa altuia, cade singur in ea" . I can assure you that everything I am saying is true, you can ask some Romanian speakers (smart and bona fide), the adage is saying if we read through the words that " there is a dog who fed somebody being in "za", yet that one fed Ada , his mommy ".

   Well, despite all this what is lost can not be recovered, the girls fell  in the "trap" themselves , the table was paid in advance, so it was left by God to be, it is not my merit,  the one who prepared the trap fell alone in it and now he is indebted to me, he is "in my pocket" , how strange!

     Nevertheless, this story brings me in a situation of risk , who knows if there's anything untouched, undefiled by these guys by  the great in charity guru, the great Italian Ghita, I may have trouble with this nonsense!

     The drugs,  I forgot to mention the drugs? Fuck for food but the food is with drugs , normaly the girls should have sex with him only if he would have been high , in all the years that I was drugged like a cuckoo there to Milan, not  always but pretty often, it happens  everywhere anyway, it's not to blame the people there, the discussion is what interesting things can do some people with a dish with food , how stupid and what  immense mess  !

Here is how  the proverb hit Gheorghe in full, call an ambulance, I do not know will ever  recover !

2. The Cacodaimon and the other demons (updates)

         The Cacodaimon is one of the demons being involved with me , no matter who,  maybe you could guess who , I have to admit sometimes  they are friendly and make me  ... feeling  pity for them , I do not what word to use, on the other hand ... what nonsense for them to fall into this trap, a fall without end, they cannot quit now, they cannot erase what they did , we'll see about them.

         I have already said that lately they have restarted the attempts on my sleep once again, Ada's always there, beyond that I am very "driven" here in Brussels - this means that the interference in my mind are major, massive, extreme, occasionally I feel a little bad, for example now I have pains in my left foot , no cause for that   ...

       Giani has disappeared, this is what I won with the text called "the demons", yet the problem he is for me did not vanish , by the way, did you find paranoid and strange that topic called Real Kamikaze vs. Virtual Kamikaze? Something a bit SF,  something coming out of the action films? If so, here a decryption of a name, a coin I received recently here in Brussels, a famous actor, Jean Claude Van Damme, here is the decryption of his name , this is the confirmation that what I thought last month is very close to reality :

Jean Claude Van Damme
Jean (cu) L da (kill) Van (Me) Damme

     What do that mean ? "Jean is gonna kill all that ones trying to save me". Here is another interesting name, the Romanian intelectual Mircea Cartarescu, it is true that he is known more inside Romania than outside, he is known anyway by the literary people around the world, he was close of being a candidate for the Nobel Prize for Literature, he is another one who is "chilling" (make cold , killing) those trying to rescue me  !
     Terrible Demons! It is a reality, the Sri people  are more powerful than their "sons", who might attempt to save me could be killed, the only solution is the intervention of some authority ( or death of some people, this is the bad version though ) ... or maybe  we could wake up a bit !
The rats are larger than the mice, there are people around as well , at least Steinbeck said so (to make a literary reference )!

Do you want more about Jean?

     Jean Luc Picard - that's not a real name , it's only a character from Star Trek, here is the decryption, Jean L children with Radu ! If you are a beginner I am sure this is impossible to read for you, Radu is the death penalty, L children is kind of me . Weird , is  this a guy working for my uncle Vasile ? Yes he is .

Lovely family, that movie  Terminator is not a bit gay?

    Others, is not  Ghita himself a threat for me , is he only a "wife" for me cooking through the back ? I think he is still dangerous even now in the end , I saw that he has  appetite for "meat" once again , this is a way to harm me , to speculate every little detail in order  to reach the girls, he wanna fuck because of his hate for me, on the other hand it is certain that, eventually, I can let the fuss aside and to save my life by taking anything coming,  that means having less pretensions !

    It's a big difference, I asked one untouched during the entire process, if there is nothing left than they can send whatever they want,  we could coexist for a while, to stay together, however not for long  , they  owe one to me anyway, she can do the job and go home! I do not know if in this situation I will choose  USA.

    Speaking about Sri , Gheorghe, the hero of this text,  is a professor of hysteria, he has a mind so infected that you throw up, he comes in causing me nervous breakdowns , I feel  him, it is something pestilential ...It is weird, remember please that he was a university classmate of mine , he has the  same intellectual training as me, yet sometimes I feel him inside my brain, driving my train of thoughts , he is so ugly, so infected, his world is so dirty , I would not wish for you to have to deal with something like this !
      Sri girls ? Miss Miasma? Yes Ada is overactive, Mada  the same, I must say that unlike the guys they work in the dark, there are Paula, Violeta, Alina, Ilinca I not know exactly ... they do not disclose their identity, whatever they are a big mess, something unreal,  it is incredible!

3. Errors on the blog, intellectual positioning errors

     There are multiple errors on Mybunker,  there are erroneous concepts "readings" , there are defective attempts to decrypt  concepts, there is the music section where I was "blind" sometimes, for example I had one time a song here being on the underneath about Gheorghe ,  eulogistic , some people are simply upside down, those now entering for the first time here, be warned about the texts older than 4-5 months  , the decrypting there is not perfect!

     Intellectual positioning errors , you have seen lately that this blog has become slightly aggressive, critical and ironic with the Semites, with the Jews, well, but the Russians,  I will never see them ? Apparently not, I have to admit that because of a certain sympathy for V. Putin I declined to attack Russia , now I have to add something, that Latin - Jewish  conspiracy I spoke about it last time is a  red one as well , Ghita is a Russian as well , he is making  cinema there, he is the Jew as well , some of  the  girls are also Red... it's complicated!

     The Assad  and Kim Jong Un regimes - I must say something shameful,  about a year ago the mass media and various political leaders were talking about a Western intervention in Syria against the Assad regime, I was one of those who vehemently opposed  this idea, therefore it failed to materialize, the allies have remained with the planes on the ground, now here are the Syrians invading  Europe, I was wrong, try to decipher the name of the "dictator" to see he is not a friend, beyond that " the little one" and with that I am referring to Kim Jong UN , I have called him  here like that once is giving  big trouble to the Americans and to the South Korea , yes I supported him, yet I can not explain everything  here, there are strong arguments  for the existence of such individuals, it can not be "heaven" all around!

4. A smaller Chernobyl, Teresa !

   Do you remember  the Chernobyl disaster being made gift for my birthday (after one month) ? If so, here's another disaster, recently I received a very important "coin" , by a coin I mean an idea opening roads for my thinking .... When I had a year of life , something special happened  into this world , something unique, something unprecedented namely that among the celebrities, out of nowhere appeared a nun, Mother Teresa , she received the Nobel Peace Prize in 1979 and then she became internationally known, a face being almost everywhere. What has that to do with me?

    Well , then I had one year ! 

ONE YEAR, UN AN in Romanian , U NUN 

,  here is how she was invented , she was made somehow for me, promoted, she was given the Nobel Prize by the Swedish Academy (from "Deva", that was my hometown) , that in order for her to open charity centers and to scatter them everywhere, probably she was financially supported by all sorts of institutions, which was the purpose of such charity centers ?

Well, if she was promoted by my family , maybe she was promoted to  help me! Hehehe you are very naive,


                                mui (and), cat bad za

It means that it is a trap, while I am "inside" I am going to eat there and once again the SRI is receiving acces the Hollywood girls !
My parents, here they are unmasked,  openly conspiring  against me !

   Here's another reading "mui bad cat za", eating the bad girls being with me "in za", as a curiosity here in Brussels the main station is not far from the place the  nuns are, how  is the station called ? Gare du Midi, that means that somewhere around I will  eat " Madi" and ...here it is . You cannot believe it is about my ex girlfriend ...the one being now very aggressive with me  ? Back in faculty she was nicknamed draga, come up here and you'll see that it's a passing tram somewhere around the place going to Drogenbos - draga in the mouth that is her and that means drugs in my food. Well, , just a bit ,  is she fucking  for  food as well , what is the purpose of she feeding me (by substituting the nuns )? :-) :-) No, but she jumps very valiantly to beat, she is mental dont forget , when I eat from her she is gaining powers over me  !

     Well, as a clarification, "Teresa" has done some good stuff as well, I ate there a while, in many places the food is actually some  pigs dish  probably...Ghita should be a fan :-), it is true that these centers can not give exceptional good , if they would do that then all the poor of the great cities would come, yet sometimes the food is really pig dish and from this point of view Theresa surpasses them all in dirt and rottenness, I mean especially in Brussels and Wien, somewhat discordant note makes Barcelona, there's a little better !

5. American Stories

a) Veterans and  v" peasants"

Here it is now a short video:


If the video does not work , the video is a  metal song video , try this on youtube: Five Finger Death Punch - Wrong Side of Heaven

   Well, I said above that today our music section is missing, precisely, please note that, despite the good quality of the music, the use of this clip have a pure instrumental role, its role here is to present "objective" data about what is happening in USA with the veterans ? Thanks for the coin, that is really "a metal", there is someone who cares a little bit for what happens around , here is a metal in reply from me, the word veteran is originally made from two Romanian words (well, the first  is a symbol not a word V , that stands for a pussy, for a girl, for a vagina) , while taran means peasant. What is the deal with all this, haha it is very funny, for me it is very obvious ...the question is how in the world to make you understand anything, V peasant, that is like a remote description of me. This means that because of being the son of a man , I am not really decent, civilized, nice, well-mannered  with the women. Or at least this is the way the things should be. Now, what is my trade , what em I doing this years ? I am homeless. Now with  whom identify these people who have fought for their country and who afterwards are marginalized, forgotten, treated so bad? With me.

Who is responsible? Well, the dark one , it is a joke ...I know all the people doing this , but it's not the time to talk about them now.

b) Usa is about to  become some kind of France

    Maybe you are updated with the information, it seems that in the top of the polls for the presidential elections in US for 2016  stands Donald Trump, some kind of a "Dutch guy" , I could not say he's unlikable though,  now what country in the world is ruled by someone who has something manifestly Dutch ? France. Now, as you know the word France means "without nose" , the deeper meaning is that there is something that stinks there so bad that makes your nose falling down. This is the sign that US is about to get even more deeply into a hopeless situation , I sit and wonder now what might be causing the loss of the noses of the Americans, maybe it will be something benign and cheerful namely me having fun there ( the friends know what I mean), well , the word stink in Romanian stays close with the word beautiful. Or it may be something malignant and tragic meaning that I will stink , I am the son of CIA and I will be dead and not only that I'll be dead but I will be dead with a great contribution of the tomatoes from Hollywood!
Something more gay does not exist!

     If you are asking  me, I think the second version has more chances of becoming true ! Perhaps some could have doubts of what I am saying above, my reasoning above may appear  strange, it looks purely circumstantial, well, remember please that I studied much logic in college,  very high level stuff, I have a master in theoretical Philosophy and a very (peak) sharp mind, what I say above despite the apparent slimness is very concrete information, let's not forget that I am surrounded by  various secret services , this is it.

6. Various things

a) Other Sristi, Marius B, I do not know if he was here, F. Marginean, Costica Bulgar, he is something more important than others, I think a case of " fuck for food" along with "the robot", it is a  disasters!

b) Rosia Montana

     These are Romanian matters , for the international readers this is very hard to understand , this subtopic is about a small town from Romania being apparently always "in the mouth" of the press because there is gold there, there are some foreign companies exploiting the place and a lot of fuss about everything . I talked about it here before, back then I was a bit uninformed... I had an uncle who was born there,   my father's sister  husband was born in a large family from Rosia Montana, in the old days, about once a year the family gathered there, something like some special meeting, strangely I remember that once Vasile R. and his wife were there   - although they are relatives on my mother's side, what's wrong with the Rosia Montana , about its gold and about the cyanids there? 
I am sure that you could believe that I presumably have some information, that I discovered something suspicious about the environment or something, nothing more naive haha, it is about the name of the village

Rosia Montana ≠ (which is different of ) Ra SHE man t na or man tenu 


    I will try to translate for you the right part of the inequality, " giving the bad she (the machine) to the man " or " the bad she telling things to the man "

    It seems pretty  clearly that the name of the town shows that  my family  will boycott me and I will be let to die in "jail", I really cannot understand them,  if they do not like the system they should have never enter the game, to not play it at all !Now,  they played and when they are about to lose it appears that they play the Kamikaze , that's their business, I swear they will pay  integral everything and it will be  with interest!

c) I have seen that in some countries there are many young people wearing glasses ... so what ? Hehe,  I was on a trip recently, I will not say where, I was in a train station hanging out when, suddenly, I noticed a special detail, that it is filled with glasses around, I made some kind of calculation , I measured the ratio  for a while, a lot of them ... then it came to my mind that the country there is ruled by very dark forces :-) :-), that's the problem, if "the dark one " rules then it is really difficult to see anything around  ...
Kidding but based on real events and characters...

7. 7 things deciphered for you, 7 concepts decrypted

    I am a big heart and yet I have to admit what I am doing here is a little exaggerated, this text already abounds of decoded intelligence  , there are here  peoples names, actors, popes, deciphered proverbs  , many other things, the difference between magnanimity, genius, charity, hope on one side and  stupidity, vainglory, exaggeration on the other is a very slim one , so I decided  the things that I will decipher now for you to be slightly more minor , anyway there's no one to ever show you anything like this ( except once enlisted in a secret structure):

1. Wallachians – the W to Him (valahi, v to he), if you will look on old maps of Europe you will see that this is how the old inhabitants of the today Romania were called , the secret message encrypted there is the one above, "when the time will come they have to do their job, to send that woman to me", the one bearing what they owe to me (as an aside this is said to the Romanians in thousands of ways for all their history , in the end it all depinds on whether  their bosses hear or not 

2. Lungs , from the Romanian lung, English long , opposed to short ...i cannot explain you everything, anyway the Romanian word for this is plamani , the result is P LL RO , that would be me .

3. Karl Popper , this is a very important philosopher of the xxth century , somebody with very important contributions in the fields of theoretical and political philosophy, the translation of the name is " car with a bad priest " , it sounds like our Romanian prist, the one being the "hero" of this text, Gheorghe. 

4. Falange, the phalanges are the bones of the hand, f LL ge , me , otherwise the Greek phalanx was a ancient military unit who "broke all the faces" in the wars of the antiquity :-)

5. Adrian the wonder child, this is a manele gipsy singer from Romania , guess to whom it refers? Well , yes to Adriana wonder child,  Ada favorite puppy's

6. Lea Seydoux, shouldnt she send me a x , a girl I mean? Well, I do not know but this girl has played with another one in a lesbian Motion Picture, deu x , two x is not exactly the same thing with da x – give x, very good trick !

7. Prick, bulangiu in Romanian, that is something surprisingly close to my name , boy ll ge,  but it is actually not me, whoever it may be ? Yes, anyway there are more than one!

8. All animals? No human beings left  ?

    This question is not addressed as you could understand to the general public but rather to the elite, from there it should detach now a "birdie" to come to me (by the way, I have a cousin who has a long time passion for traveller pigeons, maybe he could send one to me, so, the whole thing would come to an end  :-)  :-)) , I think everybody can  see  what happens in US, it is beyond description, perhaps Europe could eventually take over in this regard, what else could I say, this is a test for everybody, for mankind somehow, for elites, for us, for those doing the "grunt work", for all, we will see how all this ends , if the end will be the bad one then it means somehow that we can flush the toilet , there's nothing left here !

    This would be it , we'll see each other at the end of October !
Stay tuned, try to help when there are emergencies, try lobbying for me and for the future, try to think that I'm the one who I should be and that there are very preposterous plots happening through the back, hopefully everything will be ok !
A few words after the closure the edition

I sleep on a Irish mattress , guess what member of my family is in Ireland and what's the trick !

When I spoke about "dark one" in US I did not  referred to Obama ...  he's pretty dark himself yet I was not talking about him.

From the above, somehow we could understand that I would be kind of one with a part of US army,  haha yes we will  continued to fight then, we will continue to fight the marginalization, exclusion, stupidity, blindness and ill will. 

Devilish job, I was reluctant to put links towards music in this text because of my name, there must be something without "son", last night I found on the ground  a mobil phone, smart but rather poor in quality, a Samsung Galaxy Pocket 2 (attention to the name), I remember that two years ago I was in Romania and I saw on TV a story about a priest who had meetings with inmates of a prisons, he was accused  that  he would have provided the inmates secretly with mobile phones, could be Ghitoranul? Maybe so, I risk my life so far, i would be his "son" because I am using his phone  ...this is sick from a logic point of view, yet with these people ...
In addition , firstly I discarded the phone card I dont  intend to buy another, I do not call anybody, I use nonsense like tablets ... I took it because I "really"  needed it, I did not have not even a MP3 player, I have to ask my friends to reward the one who gave me "toy" to do not have problems later. As a curiosity, whenever I eat at Lidl here in Brussels Ghita send me a freak of Romania (ie Lali give L), one with the beard that sits at the exit down as if he would beg , yet he is not begging, I was reluctant to write about that one here , it is mousy, i cannot write them all, maybe it could be from that guy.

Bonus Speaking about soldiers, once again, there is a french legionaire on his ex name Claudiu Stavila, it is said that after entering the French shitty legion (girls there) his name was changed in Charles Stern witch is not far from Charlise Theron (what did i tell you about girls), well , it seems here in Belgium because of the linguistic ascendent of France over this country he is after me, please take him under surveillance , please take his friends under surveillance and please take if needed all fucking France under surveillance, it stinks like hell anyway !


                      The Demons


Welcome back on Mybunker dear readers, I wish you a pleasant reading!

Introduction

         Here I am,  back at last on mybunker for one of the final editions of the much waited  "Mybunker - The final chapter "section,   as you may know, this appearance comes with a  few days of delay, now when I am writing the first lines of this new  text the clock and the calendar are showing 12:36, 2 September 2015. It was not possible earlier, I was at sea at Barcelona, then, there I took the baddecision of making a detour to Wien. There very bizarre things happened , it is horror there, in the end I decided to "ascend" here toParis to write this text, Paris is not all right at all itself, I will explain later, what it is for now to remember is that I am finally back here, we are ready for another battle, one of the last.


        The title, let's start from the very beginning with the title, this title may seem a little bizarre for you maybe, unusual or showing off, however I can tell you  that there is nothing strange about it,  you have seen I think lately that my texts are pretty much focused on thepeople  producing so much suffering to me , well, they are demons, that's why I chose to call this text so . If I remember well , some yearsago I wrote here a text bearing the title Pandemonium, that would be , in mythology, the place from hell where all the demons are  gathering , I notice now watching back that back then I was something like a "poet", the words were "sliding" here at ease, the titles and the subtitles were for the beautification of the landscape of these texts, abstract  reveries, abstract imagery used for  ornamentation, nowit is just the opposite, the title is used for very concrete people , the  use of the term is highly accurate, there is nothing artistic in the middle, I deal with demons, I called this text so  . I am not sure if there is all the  Pandemonium here with me but I definitely I have to do with a few standard demons,  I will explain you more during this text. I understand that such things are kind of "alien" things for you ,  Science Fiction , something coming out of the horror literature maybe, something having maybe the air of the medieval ideation, I understand, unfortunately I can not explain everything here, the situation is very different for me.      
       For the sake of discretion, I will decline to theorize here too much about these creatures leaving you to understand what it is to understand out of concrete examples, we will not define here the demons, we will not give examples (I mean we will not connect real people with actual demons names  and if we will  do that then we will only mention them without any further explanations), as well as I will avoid deciphering their names (try if you want, try for example the name Moloch and Beelzebub). 

         If I remember correctly, once  I started here (being insufficiently  trained) reading and deciphering words like Seraphim andCherubim, I deciphered them wrong by the way, care must be taken with this stuff, it seems simple but the words are very difficult to read even if you understand what chunks are they made of (there is a logic of the composition of the words), I will not repeat that approachnow here even if I am  more prepared now to address such a difficult problem.
       Are the demons real or simple words from the religious toolkit ? This   is another issue  implied by what I say above, maybe you remember that some years ago I argued here on this blog that I was eyewitness to a disclosure of  demonic identity, read that text,unfortunately now I can not add much here (I am not  as skilled in such matters), it is better for me to approach,  unfold and decrypt herethe things just incipiently , just enough these displays and decryption are helpful to me . Here's a  struggle and not an intellectual show, I refuse to inform my enemies (I  already do that a bit, I have no choice).

       Ok, I have noted some time  ago to say here two words here about the French writer with Czechoslovakia origins  Milan Kundera, a writer whose name I dared to decipher here last time in a very cold, disrespectful and distant manner (though correct),  strange is thatMilan Kundera was one of my favorite writers all times and I am not saying this as a  reparation, Milan Kundera was really (and is, I have not read but long) one of my favorite writers ,  I read all his  books without exception, as a secret I was always in love with The Farewell Waltz and with The life is  elsewhere.
       From my point of view Milan Kundera was truly one of the most human, intelligent and warm writers ever born, I'm really sorry for mylast time  approach, to deal with such coldness with the name of a man whose books I loved so much! This cursed practice is to blame,the cruel war I bear, all this have made me seeing the name and the message included in it and ignore the man and the writer, this would be it , it's time now for a reinstatement of the things , to put some order in all this.
       The decency, this blog has recently kind of lost  a bit of the elegance, style, finesse, refinement and decency it used to have and became a cold, morbid and dirty place , it is obviously a result of the practice of my life, it is a result of the laceration of my moments , of the horror I breathe everyday , I saw, for instance, that, regrettably the Romanian Philosopher Andrei Plesu went to some very virulent attacks  (even if the shooting was carried a little "besides me" ) against me, I understand that maybe this could be the cause for his attacks, this blog descent recently into hell from a  linguistic standpoint as well as aesthetically speaking.

         I can only say that if it is so and my guess about  what was causing his critics are correct , then maybe I would have liked more if him would have  branded first the horrors that happens in my mind and only after  the way I found to express this horrors. Anyway, I will try to fix as much as possible, certainly I can restore something from the lost decency  of this blog (it is very difficult, I fight with the dirtiest scum ever born), otherwise, it is 13.23 and at 19 this text must be done, finished, it is one of the longest and most complicated texts I've ever written, apart from that, this text is essential because it comes at a very late time in my life, two months from now, civilized oruncivilized, decent or indecent I will be dead, as a result that's pretty much what I can afford now.
      A small idea here and now, Europe is torn apart by immigration, it is suffocating, incredible, irremediable, what I saw in Italy exceedsany imagination, it is a real African invasion there, I will give an idea immediately, I Mig rat (ion) ? The result is the word immigration, here is the secret, yet I am sure that the Europe and the Europeans will understand too late that the invasion of Europe is related to theinvasion of my mind by these  Romanian, Italian,  French, Israeli rats (I mean they are just four persons but they belong to more nations )...

      (Mig are some Russian planes used 20 years ago by the armies of Eastern Europe ( remains of the Warshow Pact ), which onceoutdated began to be dangerous for the pilots who were doing exercises with them, in Romania they fell  quite a lot during various exercises and military parades! After that they start using the term for the idea of Kamikaze attacks (jokingly)) .

        How do I feel, what em I doing lately , lets descend a little to the ordinary and mundane.

        I'm relatively okay, my right hand is injured very bad , my right elbow is pretty damaged, there, in one of the miserable basements from Wien where I had to sleep after being "evicted" from the place I was using to sleep in Wien by the photographic workshop  worker I  talked about in one of my S.O.S. messages  (a fresh victim of SRI's, that is not my fault ) I was "lifted up" during the night and hit with the hand against the wall very hard (mental of course),  I have some sores  looking very ugly, they will pass but I  willnot forget those who made it.
      Otherwise, I am very drugged as usual, the everyday immorality is huge, there are drugs for me in charities, they are drugs in the food I buy from supermarkets, nobody dares to measure with the Tyranozaurus Rex (this expression is a mockery for the little dogs stinking me, actually in Romania they use Rex for dogs names),  that's the mentality of the people today, "to get rid of the problemswithout scandal" a little dirt, "I put some powder in a box with snacks from the factory - it will not be seen by anyone," that naive are the people, by the way , they are seen when they are trying to hide as well !
        Mental chaos , this is another reality of my life, paradoxically, my mental situation  worsened after the end of 10 years which was supposed to be about the entire period, ie when 10 years were done and everything  should have finished  the attackers have startedthe final assault, the final offensive, they are attacking valiantly, they began attacking sometimes in group as well, even so I beat them always , it's something almost like video games, something like a Mortal Kombat just it is on the screen of my own mind , what to say, "the fools" are hearing voices haha, I passed  this level long time ago, they are trying my destruction,  in one way or another they willinvariably lose everything, that's what will happen.
       Why this process does not stop,  if it shoud stop ? 
I'm not sure, an argument is that the very creator of all this was  a little playful, the time is not precisely 10 years, it was summer (summeris in Romanian vara which is precisely close to Ve ra which is the "bad" girl who should save me ,  it is one or another , this is the logic ), the autumn came , autumn (toamna ) is almost like T Amana (which is postpone the cross) , so the indications of the creator are to notdefer too much , autumn is also different of (two amana ) two postpone ,  do not delay beyond two months, beyond October, here is nowas a curiosity why the time for my suicide was fixed at the end of October, who fixed my mind like that (as a clock)  knew very well these things, anyway more than that I could not resist, I am  mentally  challenged by fanatics, they are going from time to time beyond my rights attacking me during the night as well, you will have a bit later a topic about these things, anyway  for now I am okay, but in the end, this pressure could be dangerous for me and for my mental integrity.

I can resist but not for ever !
       A besieged fortress, about this may be a good comparison with my situation, the siege of Wien (here is something good about Wien,unfortunately it's a little long since then) unfortunately my enemies (this simply because they are mental) came inside my fortress, theyclimbed (beware the word , see about Gheorghe and the "horse" A escalada in Romanian) the walls and managed to penetrate beyond the walls, now my situation is hard, maybe in the end , eventually, I will hear the  sound of that horn, of that  trumpet announcing me that everything is done, that this playful theater is finally finished...
     By the way, what country in the world has as a national anthem the Romanian song called "the corn with the leaf up ", cucuruz cu frunza-n sus in Romanian, in original ? Yes , Israel . It is a Romanian popular song , if we read through the words the result is "With the reborn one (Gheorghe ) inside the SuS (the German guy), that means in his mind " !

      I think on the underneath there are still very tough talks  about my situation, I do not know if they took the final decisions, my situationnow is very cranky, at least for the mice coming inside my head the situation is me or them , anyway they are just the field teams, the performers of "the crap", the cannon fodder, there is no  way back for them , beyond them are the heads of the operations, my family, I saw there are some traces of fanaticism and signs of abandonment , well, they do what they  want.  It is possible that the Israeli leaderscould choose the hatred and the fanaticism at the expense of their own people, the masses do not matter anyway, as for me I'll receivewith understanding and with a smile on my face any decision they will take. Whatever they do, sooner or later they will come to me, they will arrive in my  hands . I will wait for them with great warmth!
      This is a battle between life philosophies as well , I realized that these guys live  after the motto: " enjoy life today, we do not know what will be tomorrow!" Funny, we, on the other hand, we have no life, that at least with " za", on the other hand we (me less) know what will be tomorrow and  that is because it is us the ones who "design" the tomorrow.
        What has been going lately , other things to note, well, last night I came from Wien here in Paris, after a lot of trip I swirled a littlearound, gaping at the shop windows and luxury, then I went to eat something at a charity whose founder  I branded here once (Coluche),  a mistake but I had no choice (two to three days is not much anyway), then I took a train at random, I came down in a station where I saw some open space , I passed about 3 to 4 tracks and I sat next to a building to sleep, I just closed my eyes and out of nowhere appearednext to me about four railway police, I have been taken out of there and then  other cops have been called, I was taken and brought to the station (at 11 pm by a civilian crew), left then to leave after 20 minutes with a fine, that at 30 minutes walk far from the station where I was taken.
       It was not very serious but the absurdity and the stupidity of the institutions are rare, the police take you  because you are poor andhave no money for a hotel, it is a misery, I do not think I  have been seen by anybody , it was 11 pm ... anyway  France is a very bad example , a  puppet state, a very servile nation,  a state where Sartre, Camus, Cioran or Kundera were replaced for long by   sinister rappers and  suburban individuals, a country with values going lower and lower , with guidelines increasingly lower and meaningless.
      This morning I remembered that I got where I dined in the Republic Square at 18 o'clock and that I spent two hours until the arrival of the  food truck watching the children and young people who were skating there  (on 12, 13 years the Skate's board was "my life" back in Deva), maybe that was one of the reasons, in a gay landscape  anything is possible, instead of drag (which in Romanian means love) drugs and instead of  children (copiii in Romanian), Cops , what a herd!

      Otherwise I  saw that the rats have business once again with the girls that should take me out of the mess,  on the table of the copswas written the nickname of one of them, Marianne, I can write it here because the people does not know who is Marianne, ... that wouldbe the horrifying story of what happened last night.
       Many   horrifying stories last month as well, flock did I say? Well it's full of herds around, Belgium, the Netherlands, countries withbig names, it's amazing what happens there, Holland is  Gheorghe's country , Austria's savage, something incredible, Vienna  is fetid,  itsmells like hell there, that's the world in which I revolve , I am sure you dont see the things the way I see them , a matter of optics of course, put the sri (the bad guys ) to accompany you and you will see a completely different landscape, the "rich and civilized Europe" as avalley of tears.
      Lots of distress messages  lately here, as the pressure increases the emergencies are becoming more frequent, the worst for me  is that the help is increasingly less, once  when I was writing one of them here, I was getting rid of him for a few hours or even for an afternoon,now Giani came in, he is very aggressive, they are now four assailants, two girls and two boys, when I write one, eg if I write Gheorghe here he is going out but  instead of him  Mada and Giani are coming in and the situation remains the same, maybe you should have a  little attention to all this , I do not come here to ask for help for "small"  issues , for simple mental assaults :-)  or for the cutting of a number of hours of my night (I need to rest, my brain is bombarded), I come here when it's really urgent, maybe if I am helped a bit Ican  arrive safely to  31 October and to kill myself :-) because the chiefs of SRI will decide  for India and I will have to go accordingly.
     Luxury  music , following an extra-terrestrial , following  the footsteps of my father, I will show you a sample of a song which I thinkwas composed by my father on the back , we have rare songs , best music possible here.

     This is a  text that will open doors for you, unfortunately once again these texts are really difficult to read for the English reading public, my english is not the best and these  texts are at their turn pretty impossible to translate correct, anyway this text  will give you coins , it will clarify things for you , everything free, you have to remember I suffer for these things, behold, I  pay here some kind of tax , free informations for you.

I will come back if there will be anything else to add!

Table of Contents

1. Music (on the trail of an extra-terrestrial )
2. The uprising of the privileged
3. Night and day
4. The satanist, the cowboy and the sacred cow
5. Formaldehyde ! Bring formaldehyde ! "Beautiful dreams" and  naughty carrions (the catalysts of hatred, the" gipsy women")
6. Dog catchers ! Dog catchers to come! Pluto has become brutal !
7. Connections, a  Romanian , Italian, French connection ( the Latin branch)
8. The eyes on the dish  ...and the finger on the cheek .
9. Various things

a) Racism, a clarification
b) Other Sri. people  involved in my case now at the final
c) The  Albinoni connection
d) Romanian soccer at his golden times
e) Instigators and  criminals 
f) Places where rats are becoming like the sea lions
g) Metastasis, the world press
h) Romania, a reading

10. Real  Kamikaze against imaginary kamikaze
11. Other Demons
12. The idea
13. Conclusions

1. Music (on the trail of an alien)

      As always I start mentioning that the music section is the one I write the latest,  unfortunately this heading  is the place where I do save some time, this is the chapter  I always write most rushed and yet paradoxically the  section is the section  I love the most of all.

      Let's get to the facts,  I am going to start today with a touch of novelty for mybunker, a pop  duo from Netherlands, a group aboutwhich I know very little , the information are quite rare about them (there is a wiki page but only in Dutch ) , this is a duo consisting of 2 brothers i understand who have made music in the 70s, here they are now  with an instrumental song of rare beauty:

 1. Tol Tol and - rounding the cape

      We continue with two of the regulars of this section of Mybunker lately, we start with another song of the German genius BertKAEMPFERT:

2. Bert KAEMPFERT - Dankeschön

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      We continue with  American luxury music, a legendary Big Band from U.S., the Big Bands were fashionable in the US in the first decades of the early 20th century (years 20-30), these brands have numbered between 12 and 25 musicians and were called "jazz band, jazz ensemble, jazz orchestra, stage band, society band and dance band "according to Wikipedia, Glenn Miller, Gene Krupa, Benny Goodman, Artie Shaw and Tommy Dorsey were the best known names ,  later this style of music become  unfashionable and obsolete, let's go back to the Glenn Miller today for a magic song:

3. Glenn Miller- "On A Little Street In Singapore"



    I said above that we will go a little today on the trail of "extra-terrestrial in " music, it was 1978, the year I was born, I think, inspired by the pregnancy of my mother, my father thought of a song to be dedicated for me in secret, I found it just now, very late, here it is, it ismagnificent, attention to details, to the harmonies, embroidery, accompaniments (those who are able of course):

4. Amanda Lear - Follow Me (1978)


    How do I know? Fi LL , yes but  follow is a simple verb in English haha see the idea of V2, the second woman ...

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What keyboards! What synths ! What orchestration! What "traces" of a genius! One of my favorite pieces all times!
Many kisses for the Lady !

     I vowed the other day that whenever I would be in Paris I will bring here at least one song from the  magical Buddha Bar collection , I had prepared two tracks on this occasion, unfortunately one had traces of  "conspiracy", we go forward in this way only with one song, attention to the video, it is extraordinary, something touched by a kind of magic, mystery, a celestial spirit, the music is  sidereal as well:

5. Flam - Monsoon


     We're now undergoing a brief symphonic intermezzo, one of the most famous guitar scores of all times:

6. John Williams (Isaac Albeniz - Asturias)


     Two metal songs and we finish (in the meanwhile the Gypsy Giani - being at home here in Paris has gone to the  attack, ), we start witha magic  Rammstein song   ... maybe you could not understand that I am no longer abreast with what is happening in the metal music if I need a famous band like Rammstein here (or Nightwish ), I know what happens in the metal music in 2015, yet nothing sounds good anymore , unfortunately   the metal music kind of  succumbed in the past years, it is finished, the energy and inspiration are dried up,they sing because of some kind of inertia,  somehow there is no more innovation , everything is flat, there are exceptions of course... As for me  if there is nothing very good fresh  I pass to the old refrains , something magnificent here today:7. Rammstein - Klavier

This song  has two magical things, a great chorus and a music line emphasizing so good the magnificent voice of T. Lindemann!

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     Let's conclude with something which opened my way back towards the metal music, ( it would never stop again ) when I was on my 9th, 10th after two or three years of metals, having enough of  Sepultura, Kreator Cannibal Corpse , Overkill or Deicide I kind of quite the metal music (not entirely but mostly), I started listening mostly to  electronic music and symphonies, I bought a large collection of tapesand discs with composers and symphonies (as Opera music) , besides I was listening to J. Jarre, Vangelis, M . Oldfield Tangerine D or KSchulze, it lasted four years, then, I was in the first year of college,  by accident I had a rocker roommate , among his disks I found thisalbum, an album that  reopen my road to the music metal (together with Samael -Eternal ), after this album  I've never left the metal music again, here is an excerpt from the album were talking about:

8. Nightwish- The Pharaoh Sails to Orion  (album Oceanborn)


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Maybe the best album ever, if no at least of the top 5 metal albums all times!


2. The uprising of the privileged


     This topic is the result of my personal observations, there is much tension around concerning all these things, there is much rebellion,there are many people who team up with the evil because of their hatred for us, there are people ready to extend a helping hand towards Satan because God repudiated them somehow, there is a class of people who are unhappy concerning the Status Quo and therefore team up with the great Romanian Che (Gheorghe)  against us,  paradoxically I saw that most oftenly these people are ones of the mostprivileged of the mortals, the richest, the apparently happiest, the most significant in charts and ranks, well, something is tricking them , something  lures them, entices them and then they let me down and then they let themselves used  against us.

      Strange, strange how precisely those who receive the most are the ones clamoring the loudest, strange as precisely the one who is given a mind and some intelligence is the one hating God , the who gave it to him , the most,  it is weird how precisely the one who allenvy seem to want to die in a revolution against the establishment, strange as they do not see all this, it is strange they dont  understand that the change will bring maybe another privileged and they will lose in their stupidity what they have as well.

3. Night and day

    Here is a topic based on the infinit wisdom of the Romanian language, there is no language on earth to be at least close in deepness andwisedom with the Romanian, unfortunately such a thing is pretty difficult for you to follow , try anyway ! 
The very  core of this topic stays in the equality :
                      Night (English) - Noapte (Romanian)

     Now, because any person being in a situations similar with the one  I am is besieged during the day , someone thought of guaranteeinghis sleep at night,  it's very easy understand why . If we split a bit the word noapte in no a p(u)te then the result is not she stinks, another hint is the Romanian word zi which is very close to the word za meaning ring. Consequently the result is that the night should be free, we are supposed  to sleep at night, normally the one inside should not be attacked in any way.
     Well, here in the final phase they came over me during the night as well (not every night and not completely but it matters anyway) from my point of view their arguments are very thin, they say that in places where something "stinks" (and they are not just a few, poor Europe) the above argument is useless, according to the  SRI intelligence in Barcelona for example it is never night simply because therekinda stinks,  Wien,  Brussels, Frankfurt or Innsbruck are in the same situation (it is in the name of the city ) . Accordingly in theseplaces they are not (in accordance with their own ideas) required to respect the will of the creator and thus they  can spread the day overnight at will. According to them, once they found a conflict between contrary  orders  (if the city I am in is not quite perfume) , they can use this idea to come over me almost without interruption.

      Yet, it seems that someone had such a special attention for the one being enclosed  in such a process that he used his immense , infinite  intelligence for the benefit and the favor of the one being inside and against SRI (you would be eat  alive otherwise) and he placed precisely when he built the language a second reading of the word night there, no UP T,  during the night you are not Up on the T ,on the cross he meant, now following the reason of the God during the night either smells good or it does not smell good in one way or another the insider has the right to rest so as he to be able to take the war from the very beginning the next day.

     Yet , there is someone who has the nerve to disregard the divine script, who else could be then the little impared sighted mice from the SRI, these guys seem to know all this but they do not give a damn about it, they are in a bad position now (losing) and therefore they ravage everything.

       For those who are not convinced yet , please study  the english verb to sleep as well (it is not only in Romanian) ! Consequently, I must ask the guardians of all these things to temper the bloodlust of our mice, to cut their momentum a bit , otherwise these guys willattack me day and night to exhaustion, otherwise they will always tend to destroy the subject. That's not the purpose of all this, even if in the meanwhile this wild boars have become  hysterical (here I am a bit hysterical myself ) !

4. The satanist, the cowboy and the  sacred cow

      This topic is based on unverifiable information by the general public (in fact I'm not absolutely sure myself of all the facts here, it is probably they are true) , therefore the situation could be interpreted as   my word against that the word of the one which I accuse here ofvery serious things , of criminal conspiracy ... yes, that is true, all these information are known by the intelligence services, they know or they should know who to whom writes "fortune cookies", lets proceed.

       The satanist is my ex. adolescence friend Giani Moldovan , in fact some kind of employee of the family to stay close to me, I think youhave already seen that his name rhymes and is falling apart identically with the  name of the Italian actor and singer Gianni Morandi (iesomething against me, me ra not give that means me being boycotted here in "prison" ), today I have decided to say a few things more about him here , to  introduce him better here because he is '' a new entry in my mind", a really bad mess ! 
          Now, do you remember that Innsbruck episode with the two retards that I had to fight ? With one of them posing as a peacemaker,posing in conciliatory while standing  by the front door of the place with his hands wide open around the one who was trying to attack meonly as, when I went out, trough the door to be attacked by both? .

     Do you remember the episode ? Well,  when Giani joined my inner mental space he paradoxically began to attack  Gheorghe (!), then,after a while, he jumped very virulent on me. See now who are the caricatures from Innsbruck, who "played" the  two idiots there (I am not sure that's so, it might be  vice versa as well) ?

      Giani Moldovan was a young  man apparently been in a constant religious crisis, without a lot of education, his education summarizea vocational  excavator school :-) ( but do not underestimate the SRI school), while being young he changed religions like socks, heswitched from Greek Orthodoxy to Protestantism  where he was also baptized, then he discovered the  theoretical delights of the occultism and Satanism, he passed to Satanism where he became a specialist, one  time when we walked together he confessed that he began corresponding with the widow of the satanic sect founder from San Francisco, a Hungarian named Anton Szandor LaVeyArtur. Back then I thought  this is very interesting, cool :-) ,  probably that is the same thing  the American secret services felt when they found out about   Ms. Vey changing letters with  one of the main people of SRIs head Vasile R. . Yet in the meantime, I changed my mind, this is one of the most dangerous guys on earth and he was conspiring against me ! 

      What you want, discussing religion is free ! :-):-):-) Was this something like  Eliade and his pupil, you think ? Was this kind of two intelectuals looking for theoretic delights ?  Not a chance ! Yes,  the freedom of religion is sacred in a country like USA, yet to look from above at something like this is a  huge naivete , the Satanism aims on the underneath to the destruction of CIA and of US , my destruction, killing me  upon the cross ! What Giani was talking about  with Mrs. La Vey is probably raping  the girls having me in za and other things like that !

      Lets go now a step further , as a curiosity why do you think LaVey chose San Francisco to place his satanist empire from the  wholevastness of the USA ? 

"Maybe the rent was cheaper there ? " Precisely , bravo ! " 

    Well San Francisco is coming from Francisc and from Francisc are coming the Franciscans which are one thing with another deadly ennemy of mine Laurentiu Gheorghe !

    Yes the world is so small , the two have met "here" ,  gathering occasioned by my case .

     It's a little pity for him, I have called him  here once Gepizi (something close to gipsy)  because it was the way the children were naming him in his neighborhood,  I see that the nickname have something real , there is a Romanian adage saying that the gipsies are drowning ashore which now is becoming true, until late August he was not part of the mental assailants team , there were only Gheorghe andMadalina very visible, rarely Adriana,  anyway violent was mostly Ghita, now they are two of them , it is bad for Giani, I spent a part of my adolescence with him,  now we are mortal enemies!

     Ok, now once we become deadly enemies let me say some more things about him , he was used by the SRI for dirty work, do you want to hear about a rat ? I'll tell you, for example these guys were tracking the messages the people sent one to another in the  matrimonialsection of the newspapers, you know what I am talking about I think, once uppon a time there was no facebook, no twitter, so as the lonely people were trying to meet somebody new by using the matrimonials , as a result the newspapers  had always inside  things like: "From the Romantic code to the Beauty code ( I do not know ... I've never used anything like that, i read it there), I liked your profile , if you're interested in mine, i will be  at 17 o'clock in front of the restaurant x, I will have a newspaper in hand and a red scarf " ? I think everybody older than 30 have seen this kind of announces in the papers,  what were  they doing ? They were tracking the messages, they were going there in advance using cars and corners of the buildings to hide and when the Romantics were coming to meet they startscreaming, yelling, making  giant noise, grimaces ... the fundamental idea was to spoil everything,  to cut off peoples wings, to make themfeel ridiculous, to ruin all from the very start.

That's the ugly Romania and these are its rats .

      Just a sec , you could say, we were all kids and we all  did stupid things ...if this is your discourse I'll need to interrupt you , I understand, I was calling people with strange names from the phone book to laugh at them, I once found one called Piggy Gregory( today the name sends me to someone I know by the way ) and much more , unfortunately the above phenomenon is a little different,they were not playing , they were doing it because that were asked to do it. That was their 
first stage at SRI.       
      Later they appointed him as rocker , yes I know rocker or metal head is called somebody who love the metal music, well normally yes but this is different, SRI needed somebody to terrorize the youth, the most part of the local metal heads were younger and weaker than him,  which was his role? To go when they were concerts and stuff and to try to cut their hair,  to stink, to beat them if he must, to dissuade them, to frighten them , to hit them accidentally , to kill the spirit.

     Here he is today in a life or death battle with me, here he is using his powers accidentally received from my uncle Robu Vasile to try todestroy me, here he is today unmasked and showed the world ,  a pathetic rat, a destroyer, a  wings cutter, if I will ever get out of here leave  this excrement to me !
     A cowboy and a sacred cow? Now do you remember what I have told you ? That this animal is on the underground in "team" withnobody else than the US president and with miss Gwineth called in some circles Gina (to pair with Gean ), as for the cows they are sacredmore in India,  here in the western world they are rather suckers. Now do you understand  why I did attacked so bad the US President, why I cursed him so loudly, why  was I so aggressive with him, this team is something beyond any description , it's a nightmare.

       How can I prove what I am saying ? It is very difficult and if I would try I would have to tell you many other secrets involved in order to introduce you, unfortunately I cannot do that even it is nobody to forbid me doing anything than myself . Apart from that , beyond the regular people are the ones who know more or less this things, for them these informations could be interesting (the ones who already know something)!

      Maybe later I will give you some more "coins" to make you understand how the names of all this people intersect and how are they related, in what way are they on the same team, yet the time for all this is not now.

     A proportions demon, an evil  demon, an  anti arch having big proportions , a bad heart trained for long , one gone through a lot of mess,  today he meets  me, it's time for you to see him now  !

5. Formaldehyde ! Bring formaldehyde ! "Beautiful Dreams" and naughty  carrions (the catalysts of hatred, "the gipsy women")

      The title of this topic is obviously a mockery, a joke , it speaks about the conservation of zombies in a good state, if not conserved properly they stink very much ! It is what happens in my case, the  black bitch with red eyes on her name Baetii Madalina Stefania (the Boys this is her name )  deteriorated very bad and she stinks putrid, she is miasmal , she is the one who has a stolen  child from me, UPS Iwas just about to say something bad about the one who is alleged my girl , that she's half human and half something else, dear littlechildren, I can not say anything bad about them because in this existence Santa Claus is loving them the most (even more than their parents, all i mean not just mine )!

    She is "old" here in my mind, one of the hostesses of the nightmare happening since  September 2014  in my mind, one of the catalystsof hatred, let me tell you something interesting about her, lately I'm under pressure, occasionally things are arranged through the back in such a way as  me to  have some breathing space, it's normal, without a bit of room  I could simply collapse,  sometimes this is going for 30 minutes, another time perhaps an entire afternoon , everything becomes quieter, I am less pressured, attacked,  then you know what happens?

         The Madalina carcass appears and she  evaluates the situation  saying that what I live is "a beautiful dream"!  Just like that,something like a papal bull, an absurd sentence , Kafkaesque, worthy of a world of fools! 

      As you understand in accordance with the Madalina  cadaver being homeless, eating poorly, being bad clothed, being for so long without a dime in my pocket, having no girlfriend, a life, sleeping out, all for eight years and a half can be a beautiful dream  and that's because I have from time to time a little respite from the endless  and absurd battle I fight against these liches.

    Then, as you understand, because I live "a dream" in za with the stiff Madalina she "jumps to the beat ", I quote her now, this is an expression the  SRI girls are using very often, cocks women  making my life a nightmare,  she is between those who disregard the will of the one who built our software, our language and as a result she attacks me during the night sometimes, a fanatical carrion, a catalyst of hatred as I said, something having a  formidable ugliness, a dead soul, I've said here many  ugly things about her, it seems useless, it seems hopeless, most oftenly my words have no effect on her and those like her.

     Formaldehyde I say in the title of topic, bring formaldehyde , maybe this carrion stinks less, in reality this is no more than a joke , I cannot do anything as long as this thing dally unnecessarily, as much as all this prolongs  absurdly, beyond the  natural deadlines, she will be always attacking, all menacing, all fanatical !

6. Dog catchers ! Dog catchers to come! Pluto has become brutal !

     Dog catchers should be called to get off me the famous pig / dog Gheorghe, behold, I have given you a coin from the very title of this topic about him, he is the Pluto from the famous cartoons made by Walt Disney, how do I know ? I know because it seems that it would be me which it would be absurd, it is something like son LL (Pui L Two times , Pll) which would be Loli's son, but it's not, it's near , it is Lali dog !

    Well, the doggy have became increasingly violent recently, he keeps attacking me , fighting with me, he is using there (in that unseen space) his little girlish fists valiantly , recently he is doing something really ugly, nasty, the Romanians have an historical chroniclernamed  Grigore Ureche (Ear), George bad ear, so as he is producing  pains to my right ear, not unbearable  but pretty bad pains, something like a burning there , it's very annoying, maybe something can be done!

      As you learned lately the threesome has become a  Quartet recently , it was only him and the two women, Ada and Mada, now they have a new friend, Giani with whom they are cooperating very valuable.

    I will give you a huge coin about him now,  we need to laugh a bit of him because we have nothing  else  we could do, we are not mentallike him, you know the bisexual looking Austrian star Conchita Wurst? That's him (a clone of him I mean) ! If you translate the word wurst from German in the Romanian Carnat that the result would be this one :

     Conchita Carnat which is Son Cia Tcu rene t, the "father" of Cia , that would be my father (but) reborn in ring , a clone of my father, him.

    This is the meaning of this Romanian name, Laurentiu , Laurent in French for example . What a success! Rise like a Phoenix !!! :-) :-) :-)

    An individual being very  bad, sleeping an  "eternal sleep of reason",  bully (so-called), dark, vile, ready for any malice and wickedness  possible , something indescribable, I think I will return to him  at the end of September so we will let him go for now, as about the Dog Catchers they should keep him forever there until maybe Brigitte Bardot will buy him (you know I think the ex French movie star, she is involved in this problem, vagrant dogs and stuff) !


7. Connections, a Romanian, Italian, French (the Latin branch) connection !

      Let me show you something now, these guys have all three  Romanian origins but pay close attention to details, Giani has an Italian name, Mada has passport,  Italian citizenship, as for Gheorghe, he is closely linked to the most prolific Italian religious sect, Franciscans.

      The French connection , yes, Ghita is a Frenchman as well (that is linked with the idea of Franciscans  as well) , Jean is a name  havinglogical (underneath) connections with names like Jean Paul Belmondo, Jean Marais, et cetera I do not know if Mada has anythingFrench, anyway here a series of  Latin connections (in Romanian latrines means toilets),  that seek to destroy a Sus (kind of deutsche), amysterious Latin conspiracy  towards me,  dear Josie (!), I love them very much at my turn !

Why I am not helped by the Germans if what em I saying is true ? Because the Germans  are not Germans anymore ! 

8. The  eyes on the plate ! (and the finger on the cheek).

 "Fucks" on (for) food is now back !! 
(drums, thunders,   mystery) ! 

   The decency went to hell for a second once again, I apologize, it's too funny though, I must admit that I'm a big fan of this topic !

     Food is one of the biggest "crap" of all, before me having to do with the rats I could not ever imagine that there could be someone whogaze at the dish while helps you with something to eat when you're hungry and then they are trying to destroy you through  the back by stealing your women... let's get to the subject itself and not quibble too much around the " Israelian metaphysics". 

     The main  idea is that I discovered  Ghita  pretty late there in Italy, I told you the story, you know it from here, I started messing  withSRI criticising them here  on the blog massively since 2007 or something, yet I was not paying attention to the details and that's why I did not put in account Gheorghe, I knew he is there, I did not knew it has any importance , actually it does not have any on me directly but it has on my team. Because of not realizing his importance I was a little careless about the  Italian Charities, I did not realized theFranciscans or the Capuccini are related to him somehow , this way I ate about 2 years and a half connected thereto (over  a period ofabout 4 years), at the end I found out shocked that all of this has a price, they want human flesh for the meals  I receive so as I remainedspeechless !

     Recently I thought more about all this and then I suddenly I realized something, in the same ring , the same 10 years, Adriana who is no one but the mother (somehow) of Ghita has stayed with me for 2 years, during this time she was  absolutely deprived of income , in all this time  she not only ate at me, but he also dwelt, she used all the utilities of my house, smoked a pack a day, ate relatively good becauseI had some money in that period, she went out sometimes two times a day and regularly 4 times a week  in the evening to terraces andpizza restaurants  ( I was going out every day, so we  agree, however, 3 times a week I was going out alone with friends, without her), she had money for shopping plentifully, expensive clothes, et cetera.
I never looked at this things !

    In all this game there is someone else who is watching the plate namely my cousin from the country, she is the principal person that keeps me inside,  I visited her once and and then she  said something like (while I was eating): "tuck into you! Bale!"

    The thing was not about eating there but about the food from Italy where  "if I eat from her it means I do not see her " ! Well, what I seeis that she is one with Adriana, see with footballer Adi Ilie for example, they are clones, one question  is how they can look at the food when I've helped myself one of their own, it's like I have nourished her ?

    I think my  overall costs with Ada exceeded  the Italian charity, yet amid these guys there are ones who have allowed to themselves to request a reward from my people, it's incredible.

     The finger on the cheek means telling somebody they dont  have any sense, but how can you tell that to a dog ? Overall, during 10 years  I spent with a group of  people  more than they spent  with me and yet , in return  they  allowed to ask a tribute in meat, so it'sunreal, I feel even now that this hyenas are wondering around different charities , if I eat in the wrong place (I eat more money, but I have always and everywhere) the risk is some girl to go, I think that's why I was arrested yesterday,  to return to the events narrated inthe introduction, someone was in danger and I paid myself in her place!


    Therefore the doggy beats me  in the ear I cannot beat him in the cheek because he's just a  puppy, out of him there are a pack ofhyenas put on skinned from what's left, Costel B ., Robot, Bogdan, et cetera.

9. Various things

 a) Racism, a clarification

      This blog seems racist lately, with "deviations" towards Nazism and others things like that, haha these are funny things, people do notunderstand this things, I have to say that I am not a racist at least not in the ordinary sense the term  ... the idea is that I can not clarifyvarious matters here because I simply refuse to talk, I do not want to reveal too many things, anyway from a philosophical point of view the individuals should see the world about the way this blog recommends . If they look at the world this way, as a design , then the thingswill become clear about all the things surrounding us. Clear?
     All things are the way they are because it was Gods intention  to be like that ! ( I speak here like a  church pastor, otherwise I'm the wolf not the pastor , pastor means shepard in Romanian)

b) Other Sri people involved in my case now at the end 

Mircea C (he is the one with Alaska), Adrian V, here is a  good name beared by my nephew from the country , i liked him a lot when he was a little boy , Henzel Angel ! Well, the Angel is  me;-)!
I think my cousin Cristian should be added here !

 c) The Albinoni connection

     Albinoni, everybody heard about the Adagio , it is Ada Jew, what's the secret here? See the line Doors (USA) Severed Garden, OliverStone ... one of the saddest songs ever composed, I think it is about me and about  the closure of the US for me so as i cannot be saved,Hollywood is involved but they are without power, limping, hopefully it will not be as I believe!

d) Soccer (The Romanian golden generation)

    It is about the soccer team playing the semifinals of the 1994 World Cup, actually it seems that somehow , on the underneath , they were playing with me, almost every player from there has a connection with somebody involved in my case, Adi Ilie is the both main women (Ada si Lia except Mada) involved directly in my case , his name is kind of telling me one is the other one, Viorel Moldovan is Giani, the older player Sabau 1990 is my cousin Alin and so on ...

 e) Instigators and criminals 

     Let's go back for a second to Giani who come into my mind at the beginning of 2014 and read while I was writing a text (taking advantage of my inattention) here the names of his own master (Vasile) as "Pussy's fool  (V Silly)", no Vasile's not quite a fool , this is anabsurd reading  of his name, guess why  the apprentice was considering  so laughhably his own boss ?

    Because "prostu pizdii" is different to "paros t pizde", this  is kind of coarse language, being the "fool of a pussy" is very close to giving the bad girl to the one hairy on the T.
  
    I have to apologize for the vulgar, coarse language to the more educated of you, yet  you must understand that I fight with ferocious animals here, these guys are not delicate at all, these guys are a pack of unleashed beasts!

    As you can see from there Giani was on the chapter  criminal instigation somehow , if no girl will come to get me out of this then  i will have to kill myself to ease my pain, here is a loser who is  trying to  clean me through the back and me, I did not know about him !

f) places where rats are growing like the sea lions

 Wien, Paris ,  Barcelona, Brussels,  Hague, et cetera.

g) The metastatis, the world press

  Metastasis is me testu za (me the test with the cross), I must say that we are living a critical moment in history,  it is a time of great world crisis, if I will get out of here then I will bring order to the things, now is a key moment in history because now the SRI is the most fanatical perhaps from the entire history, it is hardcore, they are  in full riot , at the full expanse, the  maximum expansion ever. These guys being on me are an elite team  even if they do big mistakes,  consequently they try to do something exceptional, therefore they are using all their forces to try to make me quit , they make chaos in the media, it's their moment of maximum enlargement, now they have ahigher animal, a dinosaur trapped and they do not let him escape . What I read in the press last week made me eyes of a meter, it's incredible, it's absolute chaos, the madness is everywhere , the news are simply manufactured , I can not give examples because i would do even more damage one way or another, with me dead or alive all this shall be concluded, if not me then our people will retake the control I hope .

     This ring of mine gave  liberties to the rats, because of this  that they were so important that they were untouchable, that even for our people, seeing these Ghita started to push  to force, I'll take care of him if I will ever  exit, if I will ever be allowed to leave!

h) Romania, a reading

Rom, (then) NE A
Something like Cra son  Io A n
Maybe this people should be a bit more interested by the fact that I am about to die on the cross , me and their country are as one !

10. Real kamikaze vs imaginary kamikaze


  Well , it seems that this would be the line the Sri has chosen for my case , the game they have chosen to make, kamikaze,  yet for the time being this is just a way of describing what happens in my mind, they came in , this is "the so called kamikaze attack" , for the rest theSRI's leaders  are all alive and well, near their homes , they grow poultry and they have gardens, good life :-) . More than that, even theyounger dogs (the ones doing the dirty job ) are ok and flourishing , how in the world are there  kamikaze people living  peacefully to their homes ? Well, it seems possible because their idea of kamikaze is an abstract   one (actually we are using the word a bit beyond its normal boundaries) ,  yet I think everything  tends to become more real while the situation is becoming  worse, as for me the question  is how can I finally get out of here? We could speak about a different level of being kamikaze , that is more indirect, that would be refusing my rights and trying to stop the help ready to come for me. They dont need to die , they just have to let me rot here in this prison , that is another kind of suicidal attack because with me dying in prison they  will greatly undermine their own positions and they will lose their powers ! 

      Now, let's take a step back a little and look  in a different light to one little detail that happened repeated in the recent years, namely that a part of the musicians whom I brought here died. There are some names who appeared here and later died.

     Why, the question arises? Is the music so important? Well, I think not, I think what counts is the idea of SON (sound), those who give me their son are somehow close with the one who would seek to get me out of ZA, the one who would send the ambulance for me ! 

      I tend to interpret this as a sign , as a bad omen, the result is maybe I would need some kamikaze, real this time, somebody who could risk his life trying to save mine, it is the nature of the wars , in wars there are the soldiers and the small officers dying not the generals, if I will be the one dying then it follows that some people  do not understand the situation good !

       If SRI will kill, I wonder how many times they will kill, an actor, two, a musician , eventually, in the end maybe our people woulddecide to interfere! I am not sure this is the case but every passing day brings a new proof SRI is not going to send anybody to me, letting me killing myself at the start of November probably , anyway at some point I think there should be somebody risking his life for me (and for us)!

 This would be it !

11. Other Demons

     As i explained in the very introduction I refuse to make any connections between any real persons and any demonic names yet let me give you now a demonic name for study, Lilith ! What about this one ?

12. The idea

    Idea? What is the most important idea of all? Well, the most important ideas of all could be the very idea of idea and this translates if we cut the word in pieces in:

I da A (me give she)

Be stupid and you will cry for long!

      As a small detail, this text is probably being read by many people, what should they do? Maybe they started understanding something,to send their wives, their girlfriends :-) to me in order to save everything ? Not really, the woman who has to come to me has somethingto give me, not all the girls have something to explain to me, otherwise it is not you the one who can save the situation , if you want to dosomething you can  lobby for my life, you can try to help, the reality is I do not know if your lobby really matter. Those who readthis are starting to know, they are starting to understand just how big the crisis is , about how dramatically the things are for everyone, hopefully everything will end all right!

13. Conclusions

    Here we are near the end, I did not succeed finishing this text in one day, the music and last notes will come tomorrow !
...
     Ok, I came back after an almost quiet night for the music and conclusions, I must say that I reread one time the text written in a hurryyesterday and I'm pretty proud of it, it sounds pretty good despite the feverish nature of the writing.

     Crisis, this is the word that would look good here with the role of conclusion, my situation is one of crisis, the overall situation is one of crisis, here it is, the effects of my incarceration started to become visible for other people as well, massive immigration and other things like that, I think that if my situation will get even worse the overall situation will get worse itslef , what a shame that this situation is in the hands of a few fanatics ready to go down in the head , if they will succed then this could be the end ...

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