Santa Claus, the killer clones and the kamikaze
fighters
(Low budget production)
Introduction
Welcome back on
Mybunker dear friends , here it is , in the end, after a fairly consistent
break , we are back here with a new and very spectacular gala , I hope
this text to enlighten, embellish , enrich you spiritually on the Holly
Christmas occasion , what remains for me is to wish you a pleasant reading!
I am not a professional translator from
Romanian to English, this translation in more like Google Translate with some
little correctments , I hope you understand what I am saying , if not , maybe
using a translator or reading the original version could be a better solution.
Let
us begin with the ordinary things , with the last of my biographical details, I
think you already know where I am by reading the emergency posts
published here in the recent days, Wien, the place where for a reason or
another is always scandal and everything is an emergency, I will remain here
until the completion of this text, then I will spend the Christmas, my
intention was to get to Milan for Christmas, I do not know if I can, the publishing
of this text is late and I have financial problems ...however it will be , the
new year's eve and the first days of the new year I will spend elsewhere , we
will see. About this would be my current and immediate future location
information.
What have I done lately?
As I said here on the blog, a boring and unsuccessful tour through
Innsbruck and Zurich, I am a bit captive as always this time of year, the winter finally came, i have
nowhere to go , I will return to these ideas in a topic below.
You
have all read my last time text I think,
just as you have learned about its effects , a text about a fratricidal war,
the first result to note is that I have lost my sleep, well, not quite entirely
but in good part, we will discuss about this in a topic particularly designed
for my induced insomnia , otherwise the history has shown that text was a
success, it seems that little by little the odds returned in my favor, that
this infinite and heroic fight here is bringing me something good as well
, otherwise, because I'm alone and only God is with me and maybe not even him
entirely, I sleep with the bat near me at night, I am threatened , those who
would have to keep under their eyes with authority, discernment and a sane
feeling all these are the same with those who hurt myself, those who raise me
up, innocent, from the streets to "hide" me by months behind
the bars, to whom to believe, who is on my side anymore is difficult to
see in my situation, that's about it and that's about the fall in ridiculous,
ordinary and cheapness of this entire processes.
This
text is a very serious warning for those who control "from the
buttons" this entire process, moreover, this was the title that I have
initially chosen for this text, "a warning", the reality is that I
complain and warn for long time here that the things are out of control, I say,
no one hears, what I get, in the best case, are momentary pretense improvements
, about a week or two after the closing of these texts the things become as
they were , abnormal, well, I do my duty with obstinacy and humor , my
duty is to warn , if I do not get any real results, any sustainable
results so to parody the Ue vocabulary then you can consider that this is a
warning , somewhere in February another one will follow , the last warning and
then perhaps the last year history will repeat , March means death as well ,
be the wish of God.
What
I am talking about specifically? Regarding what particular or general aspect em
I complaining when I sign this warning, what is the cause for this warning you
will better understand from this text, the role of this introduction is only to
make you familiar with the ideation and the spirit animating me these
days.
Returning to the everyday life, I must say that I'm kind of tight
financially speaking these days, the electronic cigarette is kinda eating my
money, the very little money I possess , as I have said here
before, the electronic "Gypsy ,the one with „phone“ , is fighting a
life or death battle against my E -cig, for the moment the things are a little
better, my Ego Aio cigarette works alright and it is doing fairly thick clouds
of smoke :-) , it can be even better than that, anyway the coils are burning at
high rates, for example, last night I lost a coil which was in use for about 3
hours, the lifespan should be about a week, the price for one is about 2 Euro
half and they cannot be bought other way then in of packages 5, fine
after fine.
For
the rest, it seems that their apparently conciliatory attitude in
relation to the electronic cigarette is because it has been "turned"
against me, as I said here, the drugs in the fluids are surpassing quantitative
and qualitative any imagination , keeping me stoned is a good thing for them, I
will return to this subject below , what should be remember for now is that the
Christmas is coming and that I have problems in purchasing everything I need,
maybe Santa Claus will visit me in order to mirror himself a little bit J, maybe at
least with him I am mirroring, notice for the family - who are still there ,
friends et cetera .
Because
the Christmas is coming I decided this text to be slightly more
conciliatory and less aggressive , despite beginning with a warning, this text
is a text that is intended to be touched by the spirit of the holidays, a text
designed rather for arts , music and beauty with which this text abounds,
beyond that , there are emergencies as well and there are creatures
with which we can not conclude peace, there are insurmountable cleavages
separating us ...
It is still bad but better than the
last time ...
What's
the idea with the title of this text you will see a bit later, initially I
thought to the heading "burgherista has withdrew", you will
immediately see why, in the meantime, because I was warned that this title is
very "conspiratorial" I dropped it (unfortunately I still need
someone to whisper to me what is conspiratorial and what not, I still did not
have formed the analytical snake like skill to break the words into pieces),
what is with burgherista, the idea is that I was in Wien in the West railway station,
it was a little urgent to get on the internet, I connected to the Qbb
free WiFi network , shock, it was not working, I disconnected, I reconnected, I
tried in every way, nothing.
I forgot to tell you that at the
entrance in the station a speeding Police car crossed my way going on the tram
line , bad sign, passing POLITZ -see the deaf version . Well I did my best , I triedevery possible way,
the network was not working. Being urgent I went to a corner of the station
where it's kind of kiosk where you can buy burgers and sandwiches, a small
terrace is improvised there, I saw the people there navigating on the
net, I placed myself at a table without buying anything and I restarted
the wifi, after some efforts it connected , lucky me - without passwords and
other tricks, what I forgot to tell you up here is that in all this time
ciorex was very nervous and overactive, with her mouth
incessantly on me , talking nothing and commenting on everything I was
doing , something like a mother or a wife nagging you to the extreme, except
that I can not go in the other room and I can't slap her to stop J, all I can do
is to sit and listen to her "lightness of being", about this was the
atmosphere, hysteria, little talk with the purpose of making me dizzy, well,
just about the time I was starting to get somewhere, the connection dropped
again and I didn't managed to connect again at all ... devilish workmanship in
the train station there :-).
When the connection fell ciorex began
to repeat as a chatterbox:
- "Cosmin! Burgherista has
withdrawn!Burgherista has withdrawn!
! Burgherista has withdrawn!
Burgherista has withdrawn!
Burgherista has withdrawn!
Burgherista has withdrawn!
Burgherista has withdrawn!
... Dozens of times ... why?
To distroy my head, that's about her tactics , when the situation
is the most annoying then she appears trying to raise the pot , to speculate the tension
...
End of the story is that I began to
laugh out loud, I said that probably burgherista must have been depressed very
bad, probably that is why she was loving the burgers so much , could be the
same reason she withdrawn, for killing herself, a comically tragic story
.
That's it, I must say i extensively searched
for a title, this text was about to remaining untitled, I finally found
something, something not being conspiratorial, as for burgherista , she
is the same one with the crow when she
will retire she will retire for a long time.
Are there any news about the end of all these ? Any outgoing solutions,
any rumors, any good signs , any hint we will exit this infinite loop,
a situation which is, if you wish , in terms of game theory one
where everybody loses, paradoxically this is the situation, all those involved
lose if this situation is not settled, a situation -Loser-Loser Loser (yet the
crow would prefer me to die) well, rationality is hard to find to those
involved in this process, so as, against logics the things seem to block louder
by the day, it seems we are in moving sands , the time is running short, I will
not stand to swallow indefinitely the"Guantanamo" these wretched are
creating for me, I remind you that these weeks about 13 and about 2
months have passed since the beginning of the hostilities, I am declined, deferred
indefinitely under all sorts of pretexts, that's about it, everyone must hurry.
Speaking
of hostilities, I saw that the things escalated and reached absurd limits in
cruelty and violence in Syria, it's Christmas and I'm obliged to make an appeal
to peace, for the finding of peaceful and diplomatic solutions , so dull as it
sounds, these things have real effects sometimes on the ground, it is true that
in Syria there is no Christmas, yet we are Christians, even the Russians are
Christians or at least so I read last time when I looked in wikipedia (the
place where I enrich in culture )) :-)
Speaking
of culture, I am receiving increasingly less information lately , once
during the evenings and the nights I was bombarded with information,
generalities but things related to the current developments in the world, now I
get nothing, speaking about the war in Syria I have to say I do not
understand much of what was going on there, it's nothing, we catch up and give
back with the same measure, if we didn't do it already:-).
Major political changes on the entire line, Trump won surprisingly in
USA , thing which is very good for a suffocated, anemic and drained of blood
country , finally a breath for the Americans after this Dracula which was
Obama, the fall of Renzi followed , the surprise in France, unfortunately
Austria, the country where I am right now took it backwards, against the
cultural tide, we will talk about all this later.
The final words about
the actual text , I must say that it was written on my cell phone, an effect is
that this text is more elaborate in ideas than the others, on the other hand
this text is less spontaneous and less aggressive , when I write directly on
the front page I write wilder somehow, I said that here before.
That would be the introduction, I will
return with news and updates if applicable.
Summary
1.
Sacred music
2.Music
3.
MyBunker exhibitions - a small art album
4.
Insomnia
5.
The rats got rabid
6.
The criminals are threatening me wit the prison
7.
Alkatraz (who sees and who doesn't see)
8.
Christmas .What means for me as well as from an objective standpoint ...
Christmas greetings
9.
The fight for vital space - a warning
Io.Conclusions
1.
Sacred Music
We're going on two main
coordinates, I thought to select a few of my favorite tracks from the
repertoire of Romanian and later international sacred songs for Christmas,
there is a lot of music dedicated to Christmas, there are hundreds of Carols ,
there are various approaches, I choose somehow for a personal approach , here's
what I find most beautiful and eloquent in the two traditions which I am bound.
Best international carols (forgive my
ignorance, I am not really the best in this field, all peoples have traditions
and therefore wonderful music related to Christmas, these are just a few, my
favorites of the most popular Christmas songs):
1. Winchester Cathedral Choir - Silent
Night
2. We Three Kings with Lyrics |
Christmas Carols
3. O Holy Night: Kings College,
Cambridge
4. Carol of the Bells - Mormon
Tabernacle Choir
5. O Tannenbaum by the Vienna Boys
Choir
All
peoples have wonderful traditions related to Christmas, yet I am convinced the
Romanian traditions are hard to match, one can easily understand why, let's
choose five too, it's hard, there are many, anyway, here are the most beautiful
and representative Romanian Christmas carols
6. Madrigal Choir - Santa Klaus with white hair and
Good-morning Christmas Eve I.D.Chirescu and I.Costescu)
7. Madrigal - O what wonderful news
(in garage LIVE Europa FM)
8. Stefan Hrusca - Flowers of frost
9. Stefan Hrusca - Linu-i lin
10. Stefan Hrusca Christian opens the
door
2.
Music
I thought to bring here
a few more songs, for contrast if you like, for balance, me, i cannot
resist much inside one music style, I usually alternate the songs, or
pieces of tracks when listening to music, after something slow, something
fast, after something light something hard etc. I thought to start this
time with a song dedicated to Christmas although it is not a carol :
1. Chris Rea - Driving
home for Christmas
We continue with a song which
I fell in love in "jail", I must say that as long as I was there I
had all the time roommates who were watching the Tv during the night and slept
the day (it's a strategy to defeat the ugliness and the boredom), well, and I
was not waking up so late in the morning so as when I was waking up I was
turning on the TV on the music channels, well, chaos, perpetual
disharmony and occasional some more acceptable song , here it is now
something more than acceptable,a track that I like very much:
2. Calogero - Le monde modern
2.35
Café del Mar visiting the opera, the
result is extraordinary, try this:
3. Ave Maria - Café del Mar - the best
of area
Because it's Christmas, a Klaus:
4. Klaus Schulze. The Art of
Sequencing ...
4.47
We conclude with a December
"rhapsody" which is really called:
5. Overkill - My December
the Man Who Can not remember
3.
MyBunker exhibitions - a small album art
I remained with such
little time for the arts section, that I thought to copy paste my
last time introduction here , this is it : " one day I spent some hours in
a library flipping through various albums of art, "blinded", excited
beyond measure of beauty and harmony I thought to bring some of delightful
titles from there here, to transport, to borrow a little of that magic, of
that incredible beaury in order to decorate this text. Said and done, I made a
small and eclectic album of art for you, the "exhibits" are very
diverse, coming from all ages, from all schools, from all major artistic areas
of the world, we are talking about buildings facades , paintings, sculptures,
interiors of palaces, everything I felt it is beautiful, please browse , it's
worth, if you want you can consider that this is the price paid for the
information you are receiving here "
Here are the exhibits, we begin with
some cathedrals seen from the inside:
1.Monastero di Alcobaça (inner view)
2. Burgos cathedral interior
3. Dom Magdeburg
4. Cantebury Cathedral (inside)
5.Wells Cathedral (Austria, inside)
6. Delft Cathedral (Nedherlands,
inside view)
7. Guadalajara Cathedral (inside)
8. Paris Saint Etienne Masonry
(inside)
9. Paris - Eglise de la Madeleine
10. Sintra Pena -Palacio
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We move on to other types of art,
mostly paintings, here are a few other exhibits that I found exceptional:
11. Turner -Dido building carthage
12. Joseph Anton Koch - Landschaft mit
den Hexen von und Macbeth
14. Caspar David Friedrich -
mondaufgang meer
Ernst Ferdinand Oehme 15. - Dom in
winter
16. Carl Gustav Carus: Goethe-Denkmal
Friedrich Schinkel
17.Karl, Dom
Gotischer I Wasse
18.Carl Philipp Fohr - Knight Before
the Charcoal Burner's Hut
19. John Martin - Pandemonium
(one more time)
20. John Everett Millais - Ophelia
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/94/John_Everett_Millais_-_Ophelia_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg/1024px-John_Everett_Millais_-_Ophelia_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg
21. Karl Pawlowitsch Brüllow -
L'ultimo giorno di Pompei
22. Hans Holbein d. J., Georg Kaufmann
Der Gisze
An exception, an external image
23. Sumela Monastery Trabzon
24. Anne-Louis Girodet 24. The
Roussy-Trioson - Portrait of Mlle. Lange as Danae
25. Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller - Die
Klostersuppe
4.
Insomnia
One of the detrimental
consequences my last time text had is that I somehow lost my sleep, in
other words , as an example, if I am trying to go to sleep at 23 i am kept
awake till 24.00 , after that I am allowed to sleep one or two hours ,
then the worst is coming, the worst is that after an hour or two I am
awakened, often in a hyperventilation crisis , kept in talks and violence some
time, " I understood the operation is called "second time ,it is very
hard, I understand that one of the reasons would be that in the evening around
bedtime, various people with „phones“ like family and friends are around , then
I am somewhat assisted while at 1 am the witch's at ease, sometimes I fall
asleep again and new session follow , a coin explaining what happens could be
this one,
Sleep =/= see lup (wolf )
Ups,
it seems I saw those who stand behind her , I'm sure they sleep peacefully,
their bodies and minds are sleeping alike, nocturnal and diurnal, from my point
of view so much sleep sleep should regenerate the morality
resources...
Despite these realities I am forced to ask here assistance , maybe
something can be done, it's hell during the day, if it is hell during the night
as well is a bit too much, that's part of the warning I was talking about , the
crow works to destroy me and some do not know how to help her, God have
mercy if they succeed!
The
sleep is one of the parties guaranteed somehow in all this, otherwise the
person in question risk an imminent destruction.
5.
The rats got rabid
One of the
constants of the recent years has been that I was busy here without respite
with the front team , with the mentalists, I brought them here, I exposed them,
I criticized, cursed, swore, pilloried them here , they were always
under my eyes, Ada, Ghita, Giani, Ninel , et cetera were stigmatized
incessantly here, a deaf fight against them, well all this process means
something more than them, they are up on top, somewhere right below the
heads, under the leaders, beyond them there are hundreds of individuals,
small petty rats who bear the brunt in the field, I must say that most times I
ignored them here , their time is now.
Among
them probably the most horrifying and also those who are guilty of the most
serious crimes in front of me are the chemists of the team , a cursed team,
these guys are about as filthy as the team of mentalist, fanaticism and
madness, I said here recently that I was extremely drunk these days , well,
it's their fault, their insanity is to be responsible for all this , even if
they aren't maybe the decision makers ..
Is
it written, allowed to put drugs in my food and cigarettes? Is this the
"modus operandi " ? Okay, do it but do it responsibly and with
measure.
Put drugs in my cigarettes for a
week , increase the dose a little, take the dose to the maximum near the limit
the man's really groggy all day, then let it softer and back off occasionally
one week, two, then start the cycle once again . That would be the common
sense vision over the things, well, yes, but these guys are
"Japanese" , no sign of anything like thing , these guys keep you
stoned to your destruction, they hit you in the head, if you're feeling really
bad they increase the dose and so on, as for me I kind of „screened them in
twilight" so to express myself like the Romanian philosopher Petre Tutea.
Mindless, soulless beasts,
"animals. "
In one of the
recent weeks I started swearing and cursing my family, Robii and the Chiţacs ,
after all these teams in the field are under their supervision, do not they see
that the drugs are used in excess
?
Who assumes the responsibility for me
having (lecithin!) memory problems again?
Who assumes these attempts made out
of two branches, up to the limit with the drugs on the outside and
"burgherista was withdrawn" on the inside? We will see.
As
a secret for the "secrets“ the operating principle of this matters should
be the motto "let me live in order to let you live." Ohm's law but
the Folklore version ...
(this is a Romanian joke , Ohm law is
something about electricity, yet om in romanian means human being so as they
say that Ohm law is "be a human being with me to let me be a human being
with you " , its a joke.
Otherwise, the
Antichrist is struggling to take the little bread that I have left, as in
Brussels but without violence at Innsbruck these guys put their dogs on me in
the train station, security agents and idiots who give information about
trains, the fact that I live with „metals“ comes from transcendent sources,
that's part of the design and it is in my name, the fact that every
mentally retarded in particular thinks he can interfere is a sad one, let that
very little money and the very few things I possess alone, poor animals, this
"bad " , these victims, "this unrested spirits
6.
The criminals are threatening me with the prison
It became a sad and
concerning fact of life for me, a daily one that the witch is constantly
threatens me with „the prison“, without any obvious reasons, as we all
know I have no problems with the law (except fort that Hungarian Circus ), more
than that, she seems pretty sure about her , " she knows what she knows
"this matter is so annoying that it sounds like an open warfare.
The
rats are hitting me with the system in the head and the system has not found
out anything yet (the system has nothing against J), this is already
happening inside me , I said it many times, this crow cuts hair using hair,
this is blasphemous and barbarous but if they do not stop her it is
ok, all would ever happen is a priori their fault, as a consequence we are
again on the verge of the disaster, it seems that they think to try the same
tricks on the outside (well above team's is one thing, the system is the
system), however the system is lamentable and reflects ...
That's
about it, as for you, you are petty, some of you guys are mortal, the courtiers
:-) , in kings world there is a lot of cruelly and fanaticism, even so,
try keeping an eye on the machinations these ghouls are doing, try to see what happens in this case ,
we will see next year, I'll try to find a against "alien abduction" strategy
, I will return to this topic.
It's time to add a "metal "
here, one suggestive enough,
bear
clone, Barcelona, barack l na means dying in prison
How ironic, the killer clones.
7.
„Alkatraz“ (who sees and who doesn't see)
I saw that
Trump has problems in USA because I settled in Wien, Wien kind of Linda ,
well, do I see it or not ?
Yes, I love
myself the theories, formalisms and schemes, beyond that , my history shows
that during the winter I live a little more peaceful, I am less itinerant ,
it's normal, I was close of quoting the ex president of Romania Traian Basescu
in my favor :-) yet I refrained.
When I travel most oftenly I travel towards the south , to Spain
and Italy, towards sunny destinations, it's natural.
It seems that it is pretty easy to sit
on the sidelines and to make critical remarks , it's something harder to
survive the winter outside, the winter
and the zombie apocalypse.
:-)
Before criticizing you must try to
understand.
It's
something like a kind of a winter prison, for many years I swung
between Wien and Milan during the winter, I am not going to change my habits
now because the dogs have jumped to eat Trump. We will eat some dogs as well
and that's all J.
Beyond the
thing with the cold weather there are other practical reasons for me being a
bit motionless, reasons which
prevent me from traveling, I gathered about 10 fines in France, I should not go
there now in order not to repeat my last year experience , Germany's
rather impracticable, until January I can hardly move.
Otherwise
this Oz is a place where I suffer from malnutrition, not quite absolutely,
anyway the idea is that I eat pretty bad, as for the little restaurants
where I can eat cooked food , the rats are jumping to fight, I heard them
saying that I am eating their "offspring" in such places , funny,
for the time being I am kinda the only one on this plane not being their offspring , the
rest are all in one form or another in collusion with them.
It is true, shitheads like Ada would
try to impose through violence my daily menu.
For example, if I buy food from the
Turks , the result is violence in the upcoming night.
I talked here
earlier about the "Obama syndrome " in Austria, well, here is an
exception, what happened here lately is against the current of political
international development, Alexander ist he name of Adriana's brother, we
understand now what is with the mental violence here at local level . However,
even so the situation has improved significantly. To blame for the new
developments from here from Austria is of course the person I attacked recently
here in an emergency message, what could we do , we will take the things as
they are, peace or war ...
8
. The Christmas . What does it mean for me and what it means objectively
speaking ..wishes !
As you can see even in
this time, the sacred time, the family time, it's still war here , there is a
"Japanese army attacking me, one who figh very savage against me, a
„army“ who stinck very bad , unfortunately I could not avoid this fight
even in this time, I must say that rereading the first paragraph in order to
correct the text , I mean that part "let this text to illuminate,
embellish, you " I realized that the effect could be completely reversed,
this text shows you nearly openly that we are in an almost desperate situation,
a hopeless one, that almost all is lost, for me and for the rest as
well , let's better remain optimistic and talk about Christmas.
The
ideea with the Christmas comes from the name and spirit of the Archangel
Michael, Mic means young , as you may see it is a celebration made and
dedicated to children the ones who I love a lot, they (especially the very
young) are the most beautiful creatures of God on Earth , it happened
several times, I was beside a window with many magazines with very beautiful
girls on the cover, a family with a trolley with baby passed near me , I
have spoken to the kid somewhat telling him that those girls in the showcase
are exceptionally beautiful, it's only "us" who are more beautiful
than that, they are the souls keeping me alive somehow, they are balancing the
evil and the ugliness of this world for me, they make me to not feel like
everything is a catastrophe ...
What does Christmas ptr me, Christmas means timeless, joy, surprise,
liveliness, songs and radiant faces, magic ....
Christmas mean carols it means snow -it's missing for years, globes,
Christmas tree ornaments and lights, Christmas is the time when everyone is
becoming a children thinking at Santa Claus his his sleigh and reindeer ,
the time when we are all thinking about magical lands from of the North
and about gifts fort he beloved ones, Christmas can be assassinated by his killer clones but he
shall not be defeated, he can not be pushed aside simply because he is
part of what is beautiful in the human nature , it is the celebration of our
souls.
I wish you Merry Christmas!
God make you beautiful and full of light even just for two days!
Respect traditions, rise children not animals, buy a tree (that's a
little alien in my celebration), decorated it, use candies, lights and tinsel
galore, put on Christmas eve gifts for children under the tree.
That's it, as one can easily notice I avoided a historical introduction
to the topic, anyway the historical explanations are "not accurate ,"
the ideea with the tree for example is not coming from a so-called barbaric
custom to burn a tree in the darkest night of the year, or at least not
obviously, I could say that I rather opted for an introduction made for soul
...
9.
The battle for vital space - a warning
I think I have said
here that after the changes from Usa the violence in my mind was eased, yes, so
much important was the little Draculla Barack, he went - the violence in my
head slowed noticeably though not entirely, well, that is evolving well, yet
there are parts where we regressed, in principle ciorex is where she is, where
she made her nest, a cockoo nest, what to see, once nestled, she began to
stretch always more, she is looking for "vital space", suffocating my
thoughts, my intention, my will, my personality.
Sometimes speaks without break, chattering or singing uncontrolled
hundreds of times the same theme, something bad that happened recently was that
she is moving my lips while she is talking inside, I warned her , I told her to
stop doing it and she is not cooperating, she's s something like some
sort of an animal that stretches about just as much as her freedom is ,
something like a wilderness bound in chains kept behind a vertical door,
when the door rises the crow is biting relentlessly (something like a dog
race), then someone grabs the chain and drags it, sometimes door got close a
little, that's our "map" , a little monstrosity with a radical uncooperative
attitude (although we are in my own head), a filth stuck and full of guts
trying to conquer new territories, sometimes she is shouting her children (mine
bu hers ) to let her come on me, she's
the hottest ... :-)
The
warning is that she has to be held in a tight chain, it is true, I will punish
her myself exceptional for what she did, until then in my head there is
mainly me and only secondary the stinker , the talking with my own mouth must
end or to become an isolated phenomenon, the chatter and the singing in order
to stink must be controlled, her insolence must be kept under control,
that's all, this for the short time until the end.
Damn tail, this reptile
has a huge queue , this time with the filthy ada is very long, there are
the rats in the field of course anyway we are near the end, if the bosses did
not found then it's my duty to inform them.
10. Conclusions
In two words, the
reality is that I am at the last drop of blood, exhausted, ended, with
the resources of patience and willingness to resist indefinitely , eternaly
almost over, beyond this my situation is incredibly tense but I will not give
up the fight, here is how many miracles we have to save, here it is, what
awesome heritage we have and this is just a small part of it, we have to fight
for us and our values, otherwise, once again, I wish you happy holidays and we
will meet while i will write here an "emergency" message - ), that's
about it, it is not all art and enjoyment in this world, sometimes we gotta
work something, we have to put a hand to help our friends when they are
in trouble, I will return at the end of January.
OgLinda
(The Mirror)
Introduction - preliminary notions
Regards and best wishes!
Be welcomed back on Mybunker dear friends , let this text be helpful, to guide, teach, advise, lead you in everything you think and do, what is left for me is to wish you to have a pleasant reading!
Here we are, back on Mybuner for a new episode of "Texts 2016 “ (I have to admit that this year I stored my texts under a prosaic title), most likely tommorow evening this text will be in a almost final form , because of the short time I will be forced to conclude the writing of this text very early, the curious, the impacient, the enthusiasts, the lovers of Mybunker and of it's spirit are invited to try to “fight” with the Romanian version, the real one, the “true” one , there you can have the proper contact , the right relation with what is this text supposed to be. For the hundredth time I am not a professional translator , my grammer is pretty poor, some things are simply impossible to translate, I am doing my best anyway.
I am in Milan right now, I returned here after some time, the first thing to note is I have once again some problems with the electronic cigarette, a living nightmare, I will return below with one massive paragraph on this whole issue, otherwise, it is raining, it's a little dark, a gloomy atmosphere in every meaning, perhaps an atmosphere less favorable for the humor and for the sprightly, cheerful, playful spirit accompanied of which I would like to write this text, I will try my best anyway, I am most likely for a week here (the dedicated this text), then I go towards new horizons and towards other "attempts".
How I am?
I am compelled to ask myself alone :-), what is going on here on this blog is something heteroclite from a stylistic point of view, all these have the role of standing in place of a small log as well, so let's proceed, let's take it methodically, in physical terms I am pretty healthy, as usual drugged and dizzy a little bit (yes , the miracle agents have found the solution of introducing drugs in the electronic cigarette as well , in the E Liquid) as for my mental state- my situation as you may know is very special (perhaps at this intensity I am just one in 7 billion), I am assaulted, an invaded fortress , something like the Trojan war, there are incredible things happening in my head, I will return with details later, however, what I have to say right now is roughly I am ok. That somewhat despite the fact that my life unfolds like a continuous war, (I am carrying a very tough fight against the mental violence , I decided to stop it or at least to limit it , I decided not to swallow anymore), that I am attacked, my things are stolen, I am continuously assaulted, diurnal and nocturnal, one of this nights I had once again a recurrent dream that I am in jail ( I dont think this is my dream, it's someone else who has the bad taste of sharing his (her ) spiritual hideousness with me ) and in the end the winter comes, in my situation that it's very, very bad.
What are the news, what is next?
People say that what happened in Gyor would be only a diversion, that the information obtained by so many sacrifices are nothing but "State Duma" (some kind of O, Stay ") I do not know, as far as I'm concerned I do not hope anything major will change soon, otherwise, as you'll see below, our friend Linda says what is coming is chaos and death (threats, I will return), I'm not too scared of anything.
What has happened recently , where have I been?
After the last text I wrote here I took advantage of a canicular early fall and I "descended" again towards the sea, I am a very passionate swimmer, well, I have not reached the sea ( I left Wiena in order to go towards the Adriatic) because I stopped beside a lake in southern Austria (Worthersee) where I took a bath a couple of days, it was pretty bad, I was attacked by her during the night, chaos and indecency to be succinct.
Then I went to Brussels where, among other strange things, I was easily assaulted by some kind of combined team of security agents and military somewhere near Brussels Central Station, no big deal after all, I was pushed a little, we'll talk about some very fallen people and very ugly things below - probably there you will understand the connections among things.
From there I came back to Wien, something so terrible that I had to keep here an emergency message continuously open and to augment it with daily updates , my stay there in Wien will inspire a complete topic so as this paragraph's purpose is only introductory, 2 days in Innsbruck and here we are, face to face with a new challenge.
What happened can be summarized succinctly in a few words, something close to hell ...
Sarmala (the cabbage roll) ... How is she?
Basically she is responsible for much of this "hell", she ios cursing, proffers threats, she is attacking, striking, she has rabies, she is speaking and she is doing dirty things, she is incredibly hysterical and she conveys parts of her irrational state to me , she steals, she hurts me and everything else around, she is decharging my e cigarette chargers, in two words fanaticism and animality not only I've never seen before but as I have ever imagined as well. That's just one in 7 billion. More recently she is doing indecent acts on the inside, faggotry and some other disgusting things, may I have to ask again for her to be kept a little more tight ? Does it has any meaning?
PEEP SHOW :-) (in Romanian to smoke you can say fumez sau PIP)
The Electronic cigarette, a saga worthy of Bedlam, here are some guidelines, about 3 weeks from now, in Brussels I finally decided to switch from the "normal" cigarettes to electronic cigarettes, I should have do it for long ago, anyway more recently the herbs , the bad quality tobacco they were placing in my cigarettes had become extremely strong, extremely bad, I went in a market there and I bought a cheap electronic cigarette, 10 euro altogether, plus some 4 euro for E liquid and I started smoking. As an aside, a very nice surprise, the smoke itself is more substantial than the one coming from a normal cigarette, incredible aromas, I starter with vanilla ice cream, I continue with Pina Colada, Honey (super flavor), Coconut, a few minutes ago I bought from here from Milano a flavored coffee liquid called Irish Cloud (quite weak, however, "bent" and I am becoming dizzy because of it ) et cetera. After a few days the battery got damaged. I changed it and stood firm. Then the atomizer, this part:
(Well that's a very advanced model), which produces smoke got damaged as well. I changed it. I came to Wiena where the battery has gone once again, this time physically, the battery was a bit bad quality when I was unfolding it out it was coming in pieces – anyway the wires got broken. I bought another one and a new atomizer, all superior quality (something close to what you see in the picture above).
To be sure Linda is not gonna give me any more surprises I 've bought a spare battery to have in case of need, in case one is "gone, " in the event that the other is discharged et cetera.
Both of them got burned in less than 3 days. Subsequently the store replaced them both (even if it was not their fault), instead of one of the batteries I got a complete new set, they worked good for a few days and then, once I descended here in Milan there are again some problems with them, namely all my atomisers are blocked, I changed the cards (for who knows) with new parts from the factory (I have reserves), well, coming direct from the factory and they are clogged , I need to force very strong to be able to smoke. These are all the actions of the cursed Adriana. The gipsy (tigana), in a life and death war against the electronic cigarette. Fanaticism seemingly, it looks like she got out of her minds because of my E cigarettes and being at large, because there's nobody really watching her she started to stink and so as I have eternal problems . Beyond that, the above theory is a little naive, I was asking myself recently why is she fighting so vigorously against that, what is happening seems a bit irrational, to take such a furious fight, to be so savage against the electronic cigarette, after all I smoke anyway, except that E liquid smoke it's very fragrant it is same thing, why is the gypsy fighting so ferocious against the flavors?
The answer is very probably she is not fighting the flavours, perhaps her bet was on the mental violence - she needed me somewhat dizzy so as to have some chances to take me to "other realms," this is one theory , the second is that in the case of tobacco - " I f (i) um in the mouth with the cigarette " (witch in Romanian is pretty close to being some kind of a son with the gipsies on your mouth ) , maybe they thought to rely on that in the absence of anything else, well, I am determined to resist the assault and to keep going, by the way - I have to ask for help with the clogged atomizers , its incredible, I changed with a new set of "coils" and they are all obstructed !!!
Attention in the same time ( I am doing it now in order not to fill here with Emergency Messages any more ) to the disgusting things that she is doing it inside me (and outside as well), pay attention to her mental toilet , she is something like a factory of dirt, her thoughts, her senses, her attitudes are unfortunately somewhat (partly) in common, what I feel is what I said here last time, something deeply imbued by evil , something possessed, something like the creatures from movies like "the conjuring" or "the Ring", kind of a Chucky but in straitened circumstances, that's about it, she must be kept under further surveillance .
Last time I branded and ridiculed here two brothers who are “at least as dangerous” as Steven Seagal :-), the situation has ameliorated a little there.
Speaking of my last time text, apparently the language contained some secret parts, some hidden "intelligence", the result was many interpretations and many hermeneutic efforts, some phrases aimed at all kinds of people which are "very important", well, the language is the "house" of those who created it , they slipped inside science, irony, criticism, I knew a little bit about that secrets, I nevertheless let them to come here once with my text last time, I will not come with any farther details now.
The title.
Eyes on Linda, not really – a mirror rather, as a parenthesis Linda is a bitch name and ochi (og) mean eyes, you will see and understand later why I choosed this title , it's about “a mirror” in quotation marks somehow, otherwise, if you like, when I am looking in the mirror I see an old man, gray-haired, wrinkled skin, satiated, in disgust, stunned, sickened and satiated once again, this matter will end somewhat next year, one way or another (then the clock will indicate 12 , that includes the delay and this without counting the Canadian time which was not countered - thing for which some will pay or have paid very expensive).
"Mirormiroronzauol is Linda singing covering the voice of the singing dog" if you like I have to invite you to reread the text called "The end of the book which is not a book. (it is here on the blog , Literature, unfortunately it is just in Romanian )" Otherwise the title may be, beyond the fact that it is a part of the series of titles I called "perfect", the ones from the series Titu and him (resulting the word TITLE ), "India" with him in this case , (a migratory India) plus og, og, cog if you want like in the word precog, a title which is a little inverse, I'm the one who sees A (she) and not him, if I see myself I am in reverse a little, you'll see later that the things are very complicated as in the text we the “brothers” will see each other and that pretty good and yet I am never vice versa.
Paranoia
In the meantime, I was checked by two teams of policemen of documents and things like that, in Rotterdam once, something weird, I got out of the subway, nothing had happened, then I woke up with them coming from the rear , running after me , being sent by my followers, I gave them the documents , they have checked it, one has questioned me relatively long why I did not have a cell phone (because I've thrown them all in a river before trying to kill myself, it is my name son, not son:-), but this is a detail which cannot be told at all the street corners), eventually, we broke up without any events (friends , like in the beginning:-)), then in Wien , a small check by phone, why em I saying these platitudes here, to try to prevent (minimal) the best I can other "schizophrenia" Gyor type, it's official, I did not hit, beat, any cops, maybe the maximum I did was to tell them in the beard somehow that “big parrots they are” (some at least).
Tzap-Tzarap (thefts )
I put a small note for my self specifically in order to write here two words about the thefts I am being subject to, no, not because I hold (like some kind of Kim Kardashian ) very valuable or expensive things , but because the things are eminently once gain taken to the paroxysm, to the absurd, thefts, robberies, but medicines ? A foil of Tomapirin today, some Pantoprazole tomorrow, I have a solution for sloppy nose I use in the evening, well, it was not stolen but I accidentally broke it twice in a week by removing it with my hand from my pocket and making it to fall (I hooked it !!!) , a little more control is required, a little respect, some insuperable limits, medicine is medicine (the limits are very relative in this ring )!
That's something I hate exceptionally, everything is relative, everything is questionable, any limit is made to be trampled by this ridiculous "army of the undead".
The music section will return , we have an awesome topic designed for the arts in this text, the music section will be damaged by a song that is added with the role of being "funny" , a little bad taste, a little sacrifice in some way, we are going a little down, something not having the stature of this blog, everything in order to show her to you, everything because it cannot go like this forever, because what is happening is unbearable, morbid, decadent, wicked, sinister, hopeless. Monstrous!
That's it, I will come back if there's something else, we go to the content, as an aside, one hour and 20 minutes it took for me to write this text up here, it's very slow, I do not know why , perhaps that my relationship with the Romanian language was one "rarefied" in all these years , in English is worse , as for Linda, she makes sure that I would not forget the words related to the toilet, in other words "I s…and I p… on everything J.
SUMMARY
1. Music
2. The new cabbage roll (new strategies)
3. On the 3rd power. The domestic "wolf" , the sophist "wolf".
4. Jack and the Beanstalk, the second "domestic" wolf , Wolverine's girlfriend made "Harakiri".
5. 2 velvet bullets instead of two silver bullets (the origins of evil in my life)
6. The US Elections in few words
7. Halloween in Wien
8. Seven concepts explained
9. A small virtual art gallery
10. Conclusions and instead conclusions
1. Music
Behold, after several editions where the music was absent, we are back here in force, we have 6 songs today , I will start with a song for soul, I will continue our musical voyage afterwards with a few magic songs , hippy and beyond , we have a metal section , a magnificent song and then we conclude with something ugly and soulless (the spirit not the music, I cannot say that the song has something bad in itself, anyway I will use it in a very ugly sense), that's because the last song of the day contains somehow the animal staying in the title of this text and her manners...
We start with the most special dedication in the world, somewhere not far from here lives a girl (boy) :-) who, secretly, made a wonderful "gift" for me, an extraordinary, a tremendous little girl, an angel named Sara, I saw her only twice in my life which is pretty sad, it's a small and beautiful miracle, if I will ever get out of this everlasting "jail" then maybe we could know each other, walk together, familiarize, like father and daughter... maybe it's one of the few reasons for which I am still alive, anyhow, here's the song, with much much love for my little miracle who is SARA:
1. Al Bano & Romina Power - Ci Sara
We continue with a song I discovered during the Wien period when I tried to kill myself:
2. David McWilliams - Days Of Pearly Spencer
Silver bullets, velvet, bullets, velvet bull…, blue velvet, here below:
3. BOBBY VINTON-BLUE VELVET
Try the film as well, it's pretty weird ...
Amazing grace techno, a very interesting cover, try it:
4. ON THE MOUNTAIN OF THE Scotland HIGLANDS 1994
A piece of history, I have found this song on some old audiotape back when I was listening to techno, rave music and things like that, then I have lost it for many years, I simply forgot the names of the artists, then I found it now in Rotterdam ...
A very short but incredibly strong metal section today, since we talked about Halloween, something magical here:
5. Helloween - Eagle Fly Free
Here's the last song, I invite you to go to a shop, to buy some speakers of about 200 watts and give to put the maximum volum in it, to break them and the walls, a song brought from Holland, something that sounds almost metallic as aggression, how about the message, see for yourself:
6. D-Fence - Krakaka
That's pretty much what I get these days, these are the"colors" I see the things these days ...
What sound! How aggressive !
2. The new cabbage roll (new strategies)
Introduction to this topic
As we know , last time Samara was exceptionally ridiculed here , she was shown naked to the public , exposed, with her true face towards the world, with her monstrous face in sight, she was simultaneously caught with very uncontrolled statements while she was spying on my words, well, seeing she is ridiculous beyond measure, seeing herself exposed, this girl and her undead consultants were thought to alter something in the essential parts (a bit like Caragiale), “it is not possible anymore, total failure, they look absolutely ridiculous”, if you want it with the words of this Rat " she made a shitty fool on herself.... through her mouth".
(Here is how ordinary and non-stylized this girl thinks, that in spite of the "accelerator"). Now, because she made a fool of herself , because of the rage she began to do all kinds of dirty things inside me, in addition, in her madness, she began to threaten me that I would be attacked at night, trampled, raped maybe by her gypsies, something simply alien.
That's about one of the new strategies, they thought to trample and eventually rape (in the blindness of the "gipsy gang" from above) the one who still represents a little a "vapid" guy called the Architect (by the way Adriana , theoretically, has the guts to do her “needs” on "the boss" as well ...the price should be probably …without end) , hahaha, lets see.
I say everything here openly , I have friends as well, many, maybe stronger and more important then the "Gypsies" of Ada, perhaps even stronger than the gypsies in general :-), anyway be alert at night, I sleep for 10 years without care in all sorts of places, either barren, desolate, solitary places, always alone, watch for the Linda and for her dogs!
Probably as big as this crow is in Romania (and considering “Gabilucu” as well) this misery should have been cleaned already if she would not have this mission. Gypsies? Hahaha.
This fart is pretty funny.
The cabbage Roll and the Oval Office
"I will call or I rely on Gabilucu " , this is another part of the strategy, from her point of view, I do not know if she is telling the truth or not, "our" team leader at the top is in contact with her, kind of the Oval Office but the true one as you can understand, in her words if something is not convenient, if something does not comes out properly, if she is not allowed to trample on me then she will call “Gabilucu", between you and me Gabilucu is presented as her bodyguard ( something "ultimate" upside down), by the way he kind of lost a bit the control of all these, maybe something transcendent may look a bit at "Gabilucu" and maybe could do something as he and his inspiring muse to be brought to order and reality a little bit .
Otherwise, I noticed that this girl has problems with the authority, how strange, SRI's like a kind of army, well she is swearing and speaking dirty about the bosses, she does not care about anybody because of Gabilucu, something like a war lieutenant who is not listening to anybody because she knows the dictator who leads all the generals (a relative ) , perhaps this “thing” should be taught some discipline.
The cabbage roll and the arts
Ada and the arts ? What might them have in common? Well, this creature is "singing" in my head, most recently this phenomenon has worsened, above is a song of Helloween, she recorded it because of her mental"phone" (and not because she would have studied any note of music ever), she has a good musical memory, she plays it to the extreme, she runs it indefinitely, it is not the only song, why? I thought that maybe she tryes to exhaust the music, a song, no matter how exceptional, it can be heard a number of times, for the longest pleasure possible it is good to listen a song ... once in a while, well, she depletes me with this songs, she is squeezing the music, she hits me in the head with the music.
The contact of this sad being with what we call "culture" is something like “throwing books from the balcony of the windows in the passing cars in order to cause accidents or hitting a piano with a hammer (as Cradle of Filth) in order to provoke insane headaches to the neighbors.
Otherwise, yesterday when I prepared the artistic album she "hit me in the head" here indoors, if what we deal with is super Beauty then she super stinks, that's about it .
Last time we talked here about a scheme with two branches, in the meanwhile the things have changed dramatically, I enriched in information and as a result the idea of keeping my mouth shut (what we talked about last time) has become completely ridiculous, beyond this the internal violence has attenuated so as you may understand there are new strategies in place, threats, I do not know - maybe the idea is to arm myself, it happened once, once having something like some black presentiments I bought some pepper spray, surpise those who have "attacked" me were the Cops, what followed was my arrest in Zurich ...
To arm my self or not, that's a important question, between the hammer and the anvil, I decided to stay with the bare hands for the time being .
The cabbage roll “informing me”
In some "environments" Linda is sending me various "metals, ideas" having as target actually the community there, a small Masonic secret or things like that, basically I think every place we go we are listened by various local people so she is trying to instigate them against myself, here is her role as “informant” used with the role of creating enmity, here is how her banal and "school" role of "educating" me is (we can learn from monsters as well) becoming a kind of a weapon in her hands , one she uses against me. Total war.
Another strategy are the references to the Top Team (see the word system), a sort of "Call of Cthulhu", she sais sometimes something about them and then she is becoming violent ... she's a sort of the Baron of Munchausen as well, oftenly she is passing like in a soccer game for herself and then she tries to score goals, it's incredible.
3. On the 3rd power. The domestic "wolf" , the sophist "wolf".
Let's start with a simple idea, we - "those above" are somehow mirroring each other or at least this should be the case, we are all one, therefore our actions must be somehow synchronized or in parallelism, after all it does not matter who is the prototype and who the mere clones, the idea to remember is that we are designed to be in a processus of reciprocal "mirroring".
Let's move on to various recent histories now, some time ago I was in Germany, when to leave Germany certain things have caused me a great, great disappointment and nervousness, as everybody knows when we are very nervous we are saying various ugly things, this is our nature, when being upset the people are grumbling, swearing, cursing. Well, in my case it seems that there is a place where a unholy devil called Adriana makes her way, when I'm nervous and I am swearing or things like that she accompanies me, she is guiding me (being faster) and thus sometimes my words get some kind of weight, of depth, eventually all this is normal (maybe even more normal for someone in my situation, if I do not have reasons to get angry , the one being "bitten" permanent then it means that there is no cause for nuisance to anyone) and words are just words.
Anger is truly one of the 7 deadly sins, yeah but perhaps completely uncontrolled, some heavy words will not kill anyone especially when the one really swearing not yourself. "God's beat this dogs " the crow was cursing there inside me, using me, this kind of (Romanian style ) swearing suits me somehow if we are analyzing it , I'm the one who "kills dogs" normally, the swear has a sacred component as well, et cetera.
This is just one curse she used , there are other as well. To go back to our narrations, then nervously I swore those from Cologne (probably I was not endorsing really all the people there, anyway the angry man has no time for nuances and mentions with logical role) as we all remember there another huge demon entered my mind, Mada ( she is the mother and my daughter as well), people there could have deserved me to curse them and perhaps they would have deserved more than that, anyway what happened there was that the "hard words" happened just in my mind and as you understand that being "driven" by the Gypsy, then I walked away naturally forgetting the words, people say many things in anger.
Next on the list it was to be the infamous Brussels, the place where I talked about animality, what have happened is in front of the central station there someone did a drinks promotion, I took about 3 doses (the fridges were full) and then, the same evening the hell began. That was before text last time text (I was assaulted in the same place now, before this text). Sleepless nights in Brussels, nights of internal violence all the way to Barcelona, then I had to leave the sea early (after coming here and placing some rats in the wallpaper of this blog) , before the end of the season, the crow "- savage", Italy, Austria. ..slowly the madness died out.
I sat and pondered what is the principle, what are the causes of such violence , what is the mechanics of this mayhem, where does all this come from? Well, here is an interesting trick.
It is said that somewhere in the Germanic area lives a “domestic” wolf who as usual is mirroring me. No matter which one is the original and who is the clone. Now, when I swear and I curse but actually the one swearing and cursing is Ada something happens, it's like I would not see her, she enters through me and she “dribbles” me in a way, that's about their interpretation, when being filled with rage I am somehow possessed and I do not see her.
Therefore this “brother” of mine does not see her , the result is that she makes my head “drums” with violence for weeks.
Now, let's analyze a little all this, this mirroring, first that the way he sees this mirroring is a malicious one , with ill-will, originally I don’t think this mirroring is designed to be taken as kidding, in derision (the wolves were not originally designed to be a derision themselves), then I must say that this "bulibasa" full of money and freed from any stress cannot compare with me and my hell (he cannot compare anyway, for them, they are smaller, it is easier inside the ring and it is 10 years not 13, as for Linda... in nightmares), then a few seconds of inattention should not equal 2 -3 weeks of violence from the mad monster.
Right up here?
Subsequently when she is cursing inside me, when I'm angry, the problem is not that I do not see her the problem is that I cannot master her and I do not want to do it maybe , in the end a swearing can go, however, no one can hear. How about this "little mafia" guy, is he logic?
Do you see ? Dont you find weird that instead of trying to master Satan to enter into me in order to crack up my head , he turns a look blind on her while doing big egs (OO) on me and while jumping on me on behalf of the sons, is not that backwards? Does not that lool like somebody who is looking for scandal with me with any price?
Here the expression trom the title analyzed (sometimes Tigana becames very, very strong all of the sudden , something like somebody would multiply her powers to the 3 power , well that's not random, it is written like that:
- On the strength of 3 (la puterea a 3-a ), 3 Lupu (wolf), Austria,
We will return to him below, now we move on to another one.
4. Jack and the Beanstalk, the second wolf "domestic", Wolverine's girlfriend made "Harakiri".
Let's start with an exhibit of art, a building that houses one of the largest libraries in Europe, with a museum and several other exhibition centers, workshops, et cetera:
What is so special about this building besides the fact that it houses the largest museum of modern art in Europe, that it's two steps away from the studio of Brancusi or that it has several million visitors annually as you can read on Wiki (5,209,678 visitors eg in 2013), it is obvious its architecture "high tech" style.
Well, I'm not an art critic as a profession but I am not far as well, I must say that I followed some aesthetics courses in college at the Faculty of Philosophy from Bucharest and that I read some art theory in all these years, despite the fact that I am an initiate somewhat in art theory what I will ask you now is to look at this building and its architecture as a completely inexperienced man would do , as the simple people would do, I think somewhere in the rear that was about the idea of those who have designed it (this before the architect itself ), briefly what you see with the naked eye is a building with "its guts out", its entrails out, something turned upside down, something with the inside outside and the inside on the outside. There's nothing so innovative in this, the art as you know, at least originally, imitates nature, there are animals with exoskeleton, external frame, et cetera.
Why em I showing you all this , why giving you all this theory? Because now we will “travel” to Brussels, Brussels is the only city around in a permanent state of emergency, something unique in Europe, as you know there the Army, the Police, various other institutions are patroling through downtown as in anti-Utopian films like "Escape from LA"., “maybe all these things are merely the results of terror, of the fear for the worst, the results of trying to prevent, combat further attacks ... you could say” , yes I would say , yet you are “on the outside”, I would answer. The violent part of a society, its armed part, what is stinking in a society (bate si pute , close to beat and to stink ) is usually hidden, it is not by accident that normally the military units are placed outside the cities, they must be kept away from the public eye, yes they have secrets , this is one part ,yet an important psychological dimension is this is our "shameful" side, the dark secret that the human animals are sometimes butchering each other from time to time but we do not like to admit it, we do not show it on the face, what we are doing openly is stretching a hand and give to the other a smile, or maybe that is we all should do.
Well maybe we are doing it but not in Brussels because Brussels is in reverse, what stinks is in sight, the intestines are exposed, inside is outside, "French Lieutenant's Woman" as Fowles would say choosed to do harakiri or she was pushed to do it by her "boyfriend". And the one who supports it, the one who swallows all this is me (the others do not matter). Let us return now to the high tech art exhibit above, a “father above” so as to conclude that the French art is not randomly but it depicts Wolverine, a warrior clone on mine full of guts, a domestic wolf full of airs who has turned his pussy in reverse, a kind of "Frere Jacques" full of beans, by the way do you know the song? Dormez vous ,yes that one .
We will return to him in the next topic.
5. 2 velvet bullets instead of two silver bullets (the origins of evil in my life)
The 20th century imaginary invented the silver bullets as "treatment" for werewolves, as for me, I do not possess any silver bullets, I possess a blog and some " velvet bullets ", what I possess in addition is a girl being "possessed" by evil :-) who sometimes is giving me “ coins” in the head, that's what happened recently concerning the uppermost two guys, I was a little illuminated about them, the result is that I am definitively convinced about them ...,
The origins of evil in my life, as I said earlier I have received a lot of "coins" lately about this so called "brothers" of mine, something like a revelation, it looks like every time I was assaulted, beaten (this since childhood), hit by fate somehow, every time the authors were secretely them . They are old, they are ahead of me with many years, they have "caught" me when I was young and they avenged for various things to come, the worst and the ugliest thing in the world is the fact this dirty Gypsies seem to be guilty of the assassination of my two parents.
Maybe that the "metals" Adriana gave me arrived just now because the two werewolfs are looking for scandal, this makes sense , perhaps they are looking as well for reasons to farther refuse what is mine, the time is a little close, yet I am not afraid of them, I think they should be afraid , they will pay in the end for their transgressions and crimes.
Let's make a brief foray into hell now, at Fresnes, there in that horrible French prison I had the misfortune to see with my own eyes, there as I told you, when I was transferred to Budapest I came across two gypsies like I've never seen before, 2 living abominations, one was called Moldovan (aka China), the one with “big muscles”, the underworld guy, the one who was almost to agress me, the other named Sorin, well, thinking about then I instantly thought at Giani (Moldovan ) and Sorin, my cousin from the country. (Giani in a parenthesis - a little too "angry" for his monkey level). Later I discovered that the similarities are going way further, China would be "Frenchman" and the gypsy without foot who spoke to me ugly would had been the "German" guy , how flattering for the two lycanthrops ! 2 illiterate gipsies, at least so the SRI have presented them, why they did not opposed this view , I do not know !
Let's make a brief foray into hell now, at Fresnes, there in that horrible French prison I had the misfortune to see with my own eyes, there as I told you, when I was transferred to Budapest I came across two gypsies like I've never seen before, 2 living abominations, one was called Moldovan (aka China), the one with “big muscles”, the underworld guy, the one who was almost to agress me, the other named Sorin, well, thinking about then I instantly thought at Giani (Moldovan ) and Sorin, my cousin from the country. (Giani in a parenthesis - a little too "angry" for his monkey level). Later I discovered that the similarities are going way further, China would be "Frenchman" and the gypsy without foot who spoke to me ugly would had been the "German" guy , how flattering for the two lycanthrops ! 2 illiterate gipsies, at least so the SRI have presented them, why they did not opposed this view , I do not know !
This is about mirrors !
Let's talk now a little bit about the dangerous mobster that was almost to become violent with me, they say it would be a clone of the Frenchman so here I remember Guta, a friend of mine from Deva being as calling a “ bodybuilding trainor” , I remember we were going on the streets sometimes, what was happening was that we was coming across a lot of “gym guys” around, ”a lot of muscles , well , my trainor friend was saying :
" Look at these guys? These are monsters on the streets and head lice on the stage"
I mean, raise them from the normal people (who are not prof. bodybuilders or professional K1 fighters) and place them between professionals, they will look extremely funny, small, some bacteria, this is the case of their “Chinezu” (the Chineze), arm about 44 , hahaha there are people with 72 or more , any of these would place Chinezu on any roof in 2 seconds. (For the technique is the same). Now let's extrapolate a bit to the two great fighters uppermost, these guys seeing me young and not "updated" are fighting against me the best they can , yet when we speak at the scale of time they are petty, something pretty small, maybe in the end they could see a bit the lenght of their own noses and become more sentient, anyway what they did is indelible ...
Violence against me, crimes and some LUCIFERIAN stenches who have left me almost without nose- that's all I got from these duplicates of mine!
6. The US Elections in few words
Introduction
Why just in few words, why I don’t care more, I should be CIA ?
Well, because I don’t know enough, everything I know is here, not too much though, if you like consider that I put my hands in my pockets, I extracted from there all the coins I have concerning this story and I simply put it on the table, unfortunately this is all I have, as for CIA , this is just in words , it is too early…
I will give you everything I have, for the rest, be the light lead the Americans on the right path!
a) I must say that I had decided earlier to say something here in the opening of this very important event, about what is happening in the States, I have to admit I stayed stunned and amazed watching the developments there, I have always decided to postpone, stay a little longer, a little longer to see what's next, in the meantime we are very close , Hillary is winning and I don’t know if this is good or bad, I decided to interfere just very little, few data who are perhaps not available to everyone, as an aside it is evident that in the beginning I strongly supported Trump, later enriching in information I've become more balanced, the situation is not rosy, here's some information that you cannot find in the media:
- The name Hillary Clinton can be read as "revenge", the story with the clowns who appear and who are attacking the strangers on the streets has obvious connection with her, Melania is somewhat close to the Mada (Milano) , the fact that she is from Slovenia has something in common with the topic numaru 7 (I do not say that, it does not matter), if you want Hillary's Hollywood, Trump's should be with the models agencies, Hollywood is more powerful than any number of agencies taken together, that's what it is ... the rest are details you can easily find in your press or deduct them, as I said, at some point I strongly identified myself with Trump, I saw him being attacked from all sides, attacked even by his own team, finally I would say that despite his name he is not mirroring myself so deep, anyway as you may see the ones mirroring me are my biggest enemies alive, as about Hillary, this working robot never going out of the templates, I saw that she resisted well in this campaign and that her people (allies or simply fans) passed a very sharp retort against Trump, they have sieved all his past, they have found as you know various strange statements, they have place it in the press ... a very tough fight.
7. Halloween in Wien
Well, Halloween comes from Hell and Wien (yes, 'Celtic' origins), the zombie apocalypse, as I said, last time I was there Linda has surpassed her own record of inner violence , "almost absolute freedom", she hit me in the head at her will , then I left, I toured for a while and returned there, this before coming to Milan, in the meanwhile the violence has faded, on the other hand there another type of "Pandora's box" open on me, there my electronic cigarettes got destroyed, there the threats began, there I was visited almost every night by someone (kind of tenants or things like who are “randomly” come across you), drugs beyond the limit, a biting and morbid press, dizziness and fundamental physical illness (nothing in particulary).
In one day I saw there a boy who was arguing with his girlfriend and who was strucking with his fist his own face, it's unfortunately (about) something real, the people there destroyed (not quite completely) by depopulation one of the main stations of the city because sometimes I was taking a coin from there. What was with the boy? The boy was trying to help me by telling me what happens. What happens there is a great shame, a great villainy, very much decay. Animality. A population –being like some kind of the army, reacting like a flock as a whole, like a swarm when SRI is calling, something strange, something that seems detached from an post-apocalyptic film, something hard to digest, believe my word!
When I am there , I stand continually and wonder, what is this ? What is this kind of society having collectives instead of individuals, is this something like the "Borg" civilization from Star Trek ? Could be, maybe it's the new trend, very ugly in my view, the human society cannot (theoretically) consists of anything that individuals.
No, itis not all irreparably lost, there are some great people there as well, practically almost all the clothes and goods I hold are coming from there, sometimes I receive some money , some are helping me willingly, voluntarily, wonderful things, on the other hand the absolutely evil is there as well.
Unfortunately , in this end of the year I could need to stay there for some time, I cannot do much , I cannot pass through France because I believe I have around 10 Train fines and more than 10 means the risk of going to prison (despite the fact that they are all misspelled and that none mentions any correct personal like my personal code, in other words when writing the fine they have written my name, the date of birth wrong sometimes and that it is, nothing else , you cannot individualize somebody like that, yet I choosed to stay away , that is an absurd country), so as Belgium, Holland and Spain are inaccessible, Italy's a disaster, maybe a little control and little common sense should be needed , I know it's hard, the owner of the house is the one being here at the topic number 3 hahaha, we will see what's next.
8. 7 (8) concepts explained
Here is a section containing a small tribute in science I pay voluntarily, a small beam of light in the darkness around, it's very little, it's a drop in the ocean, from another point of view the explanations here are compelling, definitive, once for ever, once you have read and remember these explanations, these disclosures of the secret of a concept you've placed (unrelenting) another pin that brights on the map of darkness, you threw another handful of dust , something material in the informational vacuum surrounding us.
1. Ocean (as we talked about it), O (a girl, a woman) CIA no , or eyes her not, that means a lot of water (something vice versa) (eyes not seeing her- okeanos Greek)
2. Half, read haf, he son, half
3. Revenge, bad she not for me, she bad in Wien with me (Linda)
4. Perseverance – Pere(him) see the bad she in ring
5. Quality / quantity , in canada ( in ring), Daddy is paying with lei (an indication to buy quality), quantity (the dog of TITU t), this is a vision, there are other interpretations
6. Vama Dogana (customs), something very spectacular (!!), V me 2 gane (2 girls :-), V me Tigana, V Mada in addition Gana. :-)
Too little, yes those were the main.
7. Yacht - I -mouth (eating) with money with t, that would be me (or clones , who knows)
9. A small album art
One of these days I spent several hours in a library flipping through various albums of art, "blinded" beyond measure, because of being exceedingly excited of beauty and harmony I thought to bring some of the charming titles from there here, to tranport, to borrow a little of that incredible magic in order to decorate this text. Said and done, I made a small and eclectic art album for you, the "exhibits" are very diverse, they are coming from all ages, from all schools, from all major artistic zones around the world, they are building facades, paintings, sculptures, interiors of palaces, everything I felt it is beautiful, please browse, it is worth, if you want you can consider that this is the price paid for the information that we receive here:
Georg Roemer, after Polyclitus of Argos (fl. BC), reconstruction of the "Doryphoros or Spearbearer" after Roman copies of teh original of BC), bronze
Alma_Tadema_Lawrence / Antonio_e_Cleopatra
Michael Pacher_hochaltar_in_der_wallfahrts_und_pfarrkirche_st_wolfgang
Michelangelo - Tomb of Lorenzo de Medici
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/42/Florenz_-_Neue_Sakristei_Grabmal_Giuliano_II.jpg
Wenzel jamnitzer tafelaufsatz
Giulio Romano -Mantova, Palazzo del you
Bernardo Buontalenti - Grotta
Andrea Pozzo allegory-of-the-Jesuits_-Missionary-Work
Pietro of Cortona (Palazzo Barberini)
Giovanni Battista Gaulli- Triumph in the name of Jesus
(Current wallpaper of Mybunker)
Dominikus Zimmermann - Wieskirche
Francois_Girardon - Apollo and the Nymphs (Versailles)
David Teniers the Younger Archduke Wilhelm BLeopold Austrech (Prado)
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKdgsemyvCg/VQIj6YBiGxI/AAAAAAAERh0/O1Lq-Qnlgz8/s1600/David%2BTeniers%2Bthe%2BYounger%2B-%2BArchduke%2BLeopold%2BWilhelm%2Bin%2Bhis%2BGallery%2Bin% 2BBrussels,% 2B1647.jpg
Giovanni Paolo Panini, "Interior of St. Peter's, Rome
William-Hogarth - Marriage-a-la-mode-tete-a-tete
Schloss Augustusburg (Bruhl)
Fragonard Fragonard Jean -Honoré AND PROGRESS dell'amore
Theodore Gericault - Medusa
Joseph Wright of Derby - The Old Man and Death
Caspar David Friedrich - The Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog
Arnold_Böcklin _-_ Die_Toteninsel
Kathe Kollwitz-Dead Woman with Child
Erik Bulatov - Perestroika
Jane Alexander - The Butcher Boys (!!!)
Andrea Palladio- Teatro Olimpico
Michelangelo - Moses
Dali - Le christ St Jean de la Croix
Dali - cosmic Athletic
10. Conclusions and instead conclusions
The conclusions are I have powerful, determined and unscrupulous enemies.
What would be if the one being out of control, Ada I mean , would be suspended for a period? Is it logic ? If I would have been the boss, I would have worked like that . The atmosphere gets too hot, they are starting too beat each other in the head , everything is about to degenerate versus "street fighting" because the Rat Ada became mad , it follows that what she needs is a break , she chill out a bit and then she returns back calm and rational. There are substitutes. Here is a test not a slaughter, the final purpose and objective of all this is me, yet the gipsy become mad and she thinks she the real purpose of all these and she could dispose of me at her will, she is just a tool used in the production of the rare ones (that would be me ) maybe someone can re-educate her , yet maybe it is impossible , everybody fears her bodyguard "Gabilucu". Maybe my cousin Lia, the one who almost never appears here should be told than she lost control for long time now as well, the she is the one keeping me in ring forever, she is not the ultimate boss that is true, yet maybe they could try to finish this in good conditions !
The mirror is a famous film signed by the great Russian director Andrei Tarkovsky, I mention it because I am convinced that this movie has somehow a connection with this text, I do not know how and where is the connection, I'd be curious to know what is it, when I saw this movie I was too young and too inexperienced to discover what is it truly about, now I forgot the details and I do not have time, as you know the films of this director are highly symbolic charged, allegorical, it would be interesting to know who and where is the connection between the two things (no, I never thought at this movie when I chose the title of this text).
My life is war and the war escalated, here the threats have started, we are at the point where Sri (at least some) are ready to gather armies, do you want us to fight on the streets? I mean, if I remember good , once I was close to getting involved in a batting with some Chinese , some very naughty chineze morons , 5-6 , very aggressive, the next day in the same place I saw a bus full of people from somewhere, it does not matter, I hope we will not have something like a civil war here in Europe for the sake of a sub-human shit like Ada ...
If something so fallen as these guys is in command then maybe is the end of everything, it's your duty to struggle with them, to see the evil, try to keep them under control.
I have to ask and remind that "the aggressors" to leave my property alone, medicines, cigarettes, I require she to be controlled and restrained when making indecent dreams , she needs to be censored, I have to require that all this process remain (as hard and difficult as it is now at the end) between some limits of common sense ...
Again, I have to request they to be monitored , as you have just read they are threatening to come over me during the night, please be careful, this bitch barks , barks and then she will move to the facts, this is their style , theu are escalating everything…
Note that from here I will go in Germany, as a secret, last time I was there I was checked by the police and I was not searched (local) for any matter (I mean more fines) ...
Wiena should be next (that is not quite good but there is nothing else around ) I have to get back in there for the end of year, I am forced to sit there, be carefully, there's hell, there's no control, I have to ask a little help right now!
I thought (and I will write it that down here) this kind of openly fratricide war (such as the civil wars of Rome, Caesar vs Pompey) to happen here only once, no matter how depraved and indecent they would be , I still have some shame and some decency, I am myself ashamed of what happens here, maybe some allusions there will be, something "hidden", yet this is too much. On the other hand the people have to know they and there world are in the worst hands ever, this was my mission, from now on, I will avoid this kind of things.
As a curiosity, since a couple of weeks the processus of informing me is in break, my supply with information kinda stopped, this happened once I "descent" towards Austria from Belgium, in Austria there are no information for me , apparently the werewolf there is secretive, he keeps the science and the secrets for himself :-), maybe if they are not giving me any information they should be asked to stop stinking , right? They are coming in common, how come I only get one part, no information ? No stinkers .
That would be, the text came out ok from my point of view, it has some humor , we have taken the correct positions here :-), I forgot to write down a small detail, in the meanwhile (in October) we fulfilled 13 years when I met this Titu gipsy , this miserable stinky sub-human, 13 years which, as you know, through some error and through my misfortune were not counted right, the Canadian perioud is not seen, I hope that in the meantime, until we reach the end, the things will not deteriorate absolutely complete, I have to receive something from the "unfortunate" that I got here up on the blog, we will see.
That's it, we end it here, coming for me are several trips by train, a lot of stress, a lot of fighting ... in the end I will come back here, this means at the end of November, anyetime after 20 Nov, see you then, greetings and all the best!
P.S. It is unbelievable what happens in Milano, I did not stay here more than 2 days for many month, now I am here, after everything I said in this text the gipsy has become even stronger, it is natural somehow, they because begin nervous have released her, she simply stole my E liquids , I cannot smoke almost 2 days (!!!!!!!!!), this is what the people understood from what I am saying here, she is doing disgusting things and she kept me awake in mental fights up to 2 in the morning.
Somebody will pay all this misery !
"" The Exorcist and the Cabage Roll ""
Foreword
Welcome back on Mybunker, get ready dear friends of Mybunker for a new deluxe gala, for another exhibit belonging to the unforgettable series of texts with which you are used to. The collection of legendary texts on the Internet continues therefore with a new very sparkling comedy , on this occasion you will have the chance of meeting two of the main heroes / antiheroes of our days , among them a tough , blind, pitiless fight is being given , on the one side we have Batman, the hero, the exorcist, on the other hand we have the Cabbage Roll, the antihero, a person who is (by her own claims) I quote: "shaken by very violent farts"! (I have to excuse , yet it is a quote). We are on Mymancar a bit on this occasion (myfood), otherwise have fun reading !
Summary
1. Introduction
2. Am I black? A virtually impossible counting.
3. The wanderer and the banana (a "comedy" made by SRI)
4. The Nightmare and the "Barcelona" conspiracy. Is the paradise falling apart?
5. Do you like Seagal?
6. The Exorcist and the Cabbage Roll
7. The beggar (the thief) and memorable quotes from her statements (a schema with two arms)
8. Miscellaneous
9. Conclusions
1. Introduction
Here it is , I return here as I promised with a new text for the beginning of this fall, from the very beginning it was to be a sort of comedy, so the idea and part of the agenda of this text have settled into my mind, it appears that it has been determined that the ideas to come up to me with a comical and hilarious content , this despite the fact that, as you will see, this text will show acts of exceptional seriousness, that we live incredibly strange times and that at all levels, that what I am seeing around myself makes me simply silent frequently, that (as you'll see) my situation is incredibly difficult, that the amount of conspiracy made against my person goes far beyond anything, I'll let you convince yourself and visit by yourself parts of my "" paranoia "" later in this text, I will chose however to communicate all these things in a comical and joyful way , do not be deceived though, it is nothing but a laugh springing from disappointed, disillusion , solitude and despair.
Where to begin, let's go back for a moment to the troublesome wallpaper with Batman, wallpaper which generated a whole fever of interpretation and hermeneutics around , the variant was slightly different of "somebody give 2 horse to anybody else " (it is hard to explain, i brought here as a wallpaper an inscription like this : "remain calm and call Batman", now cal in Romanian means horse , so from here many interpretations ), I must say that I did not noticed from the beginning that there are so many versions of interpretations, there are sayings in Romanian like "to beat somebody as a horse thief," etc., as you'll see later, not long after I changed the wallpaper I woke up with a very serious and dangerous worsening of the internal war with the girl that resembles the on from the image of the current wallpaper on Mybunker, perhaps there may be somebody I could have upset, I maybe ridiculed someone without knowing, it's hard with the people, people do not understand perhaps the meaning of a sentence is primordial the one we all see and understand, all the other renderings, interpretations, gimmicks matter less and they can not necessarily be attributed to the one transmitting or using a message.
The drugs, what would you say to live stoned , lets say for about 7, 8 consecutive years? Well, the people when they hear the word drugs have as an immediate reaction probably thoughts about pleasure, ecstasy, oblivion and other effects more or less exotic and more or less desirable (according to some), there is nothing like that in my case, the herbs and substances they use with me are keeping me forever tired, dizzy a little, weakened, slightly confused sometimes, that's about the entire "win" , speaking about winning, when I take the drugs (as a subject) here on the Blog , the situation gets better a bit for me, then I am less stoned outside the door of the internet cafe place, I consumed part here (it is and it's not absurd), the idea of this paragraph is that I lived again for about a month in a state of "drunkenness", tipsy, now it's better a bit, it's incredible how much laxity there is from this point of view.
As for the technical aspects, I'm curious myself how are they doing, are they adding drugs in various products directly in factories, are they added later, I do not know, nobody is asking any questions , maybe many people are unfortunately in secret tiny and slimy mosters, some mischievous and shameful troglodytes who have many things to hide , they are ready for anything and it is me ,as usual, the one paying .
My last post here was an emergency message , a big hysteria, I was at Barcelona, there did not begun but it continued and it worsened a "hell" which had begun on Brussels, this text will clarify some of what happened, it seems that after some failed attempts there she was dissapointed and came inside me trying paradoxical to revenge against the place giving her so much freedom , I will tell you later more about her hitting everything around in a giant series of "Ura Mawashi".
No, I am not trying to exonerate myself, I was present there :-) so to speak, they deserved the treatment from my point of view.
What em I doing , where em I, the trivial, ordinary and biographical part of these messages, i am in Wien , I am in an internet cafe, writing on my own "metals, "I am ok, , the sad part is , at least for now, I am not in a very funny mood , maybe tomorrow.
Today I was warned that they intend to steal my identity card, how dumb, I have to write that too here, together with an appeal to reason, calm, peace and serenity, something in the spirit of the Dalai Lama :-)
Let's now return a bit to the story about my inprisonment , lets resume the thread now, it looks like someone "picked me up" in order to transmit me some critical information for me, that makes sense, see as well the sequence present in my last text , I was about to kill myself, someone said "I will give you the informations you need, (in Romanian - "iti dau cu ciocul " ), the result is 2 rings and then "beak", that is meaning jail and later Hungary , honestly I do not know exactly who might be, yes - I have assumptions , yet unconfirmed , further I not know whether the information obtained through so much torment are correct , if so - then this is good news, this would mean that my eyes accustomed as in the Platons " myth of the cave" only with shadows will see the light again, if not - then it means that I was "dragged" another step forward on the road to Calvary by lies, cheating and cheap disguises , we'll see.
A result of these ideas is that the Hungarian Police Man I branded here so virulent, that I humiliated and pilloried so brutal could not be so guilty, he is definitely a wheel in a massive mechanical system, it is true that I have slept a night in custody after I was assaulted a couple of times, and then, after years, I served two months in prison with nightmarish parts because of him, on the other hand if one day i will be free then I should, at least partially, to thank him, that plan would have been designed to save my life, we'll see.
The title, Titu with him again, the situation with the "exorcist" is a bit complicated, it seems that something is in reverse, I'm the "possessed" one, at least at the first sight, yes it's true, yet this time I picked another vision, my idea is that this is a being possessed by an unique, indescribable , fundamental, eternal, timeless evil, a native and pure one . Well this very strong evil together with her powers enters me as well, it is me who fight to resist it, resist its interferences, to know where is "it" and where is me , to distinguish myself of it, to oppose its wrath, to resist the deep abomination that it brings inside me, that's about the idea, I fight with all my strenght against it, it's stronger than me, this text will clarify better all this later. The cabbage roll comes from Samara, Samara is this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpb2-ZOzc_o
You can start watching on at 1.32, otherwise, for familiarity and hilarious charm I thought to change this word Samara in sarmala meaning kind of cabbage roll, a Romanian (original Turkish ) food being very heavy for stomach, that's it.
2.Em I black? The virtually impossible counting.
The issue with the jail has another face, who apparently took me up did it with kind of a lordly character saying to me in the corner of his mouth:
"Where are you rushing ? Wait (White)! What you're black? "
This is an implied question that I thought I should respond, as an funny/ sad aside in France detainees are called "ecrou", on the other side I have some crows in my name, as one can easily understand it is about the Romanians miracle antiheroes, the Cabbage Roll and Gheorghe who are Cosmin me - keeping me in a infinite Ring, let's see how it is with these colors, as an aside, maybe some guinea fowl mind might wonder if this is a racist topic ? Haha, maybe, could be, somehow, yet the racism is not coming from me, maybe someone in subsidiary made me "ecrou" because I have not the patience to wait indefinitely , I dont know.
( There is a second version, that's what they , in there callousness pulled recently in advance, I would be a bit of a " son" and that is because I do not see Gina (Gwineth), that's absurd, first of all the Gnan from Perpignan is rather about the Cabbage Roll then about the one above, then, I did nothing then spending some time there (rather short) in Barcelona, I did not moved there, nothing happened, a great deal of ludicrous, this is what happens around me )
( There is a second version, that's what they , in there callousness pulled recently in advance, I would be a bit of a " son" and that is because I do not see Gina (Gwineth), that's absurd, first of all the Gnan from Perpignan is rather about the Cabbage Roll then about the one above, then, I did nothing then spending some time there (rather short) in Barcelona, I did not moved there, nothing happened, a great deal of ludicrous, this is what happens around me )
Well, if it's about patience I have something exciting by my side, the entire time of my ring has a break period, 1 year and around 8.9 months, a discontinuity, well the discontinuity is not pure at wall , the cabbage roll could not help and she stinked there as well, now this is coming in my support, what about this time?
If I was in, why it is not counted ?
If I was outside, why they did not stopped her, it she a bit invisible?
Now if you count the entire period including that the result would be around 13-year, the normal period is 10 years (za CIA ni ) and the period is not even written for "us" in general, for our type, the time is written for me personally, beyond that comes some delay, delay is - L.A. telling you , the question is how can anyone around 13 years to announce me with such a nonchalance and serenity that I am rushing and bonus to insult me, not to mention the jail itself?
From my point of view, before accusing someone of something you have to be very sure of your position, the fact that you play fair, that you're right, unfortunately the position of those who are counting (or they pretend they are doing it) is a very precarious one, above all, the time when Sri stinked me is uncountable , as a result I have to expect at least not to be told that "the time is still young," that we are too early, I have to ask for some responsibility!
That's it and that's about how "black" I am.
So here it is, we have two counts, the Cabbage Roll whispers me in secret that there is a "timing", the time has a beginning and that equates to her appearance in my life, lets say it is true - I was stinked before her coming but anyway , the result is we have a minimal counting - about 11 years 2, 3 months and a maximal leading to about 13.
In reality it is only one, she did what she did, there are witnesses to that, that should be added to the total time, the conclusion is we are "behind" the normal time plus the delay.
In reality it is only one, she did what she did, there are witnesses to that, that should be added to the total time, the conclusion is we are "behind" the normal time plus the delay.
3. The wanderer and the banana (a German "comedy" made by SRI)
Let us comprehend better what happened recently, in short I wrote the text that you have all read maybe in Barcelona, I was at the sea , then I thought about making a break from the seaside and taking a bit of "shadow", to chill myself a bit , too much sun and too much heat together, said and done, I boarded the train and I went to Brussels, I sat there peaceful a bit, then, the bad inspiration pushed me back to Germany, I made a tour in Bonn and Cologne, nothing special have happened there, maybe some hysteria and some nerves the Cabbage Roll style - nothing extreme, I returned to Brussels and there the nightmare began.
Before continuing an aside would impose, what's the deal with the Bonn and the banana, well, that was something essential in the original game played by this team, these guys let me go , to resist, to fight year by year and in the rear they 've thought about a '' genius '' joke, how could we "shave" him, to have fun about him, well, we'll do it as in bad movies, we will make him slide on a banana (peel) and there will be a big laughing.
The Banana was ready made, it is the city of Bonn, as you know the disaster with the phone happened in Cologne that comes just above Bonn , to "glide" you say in Romanian A aluneca, "ALO in ca" (Hello in Canada) , tenu, Mada will come to call me and then to see falling, they will all " see me going down ." They entered my mind, I never fall and today we are all seeing them in the very ridiculous manner they are today , after mada , "face" came the ass, that's Ada, what followed is the violence, the repugnance et cetera, I'm still here.
Let's return now to the idea above, the nightmare, the first feature of it is that during these crises the Cabbage Roll comes over me at night, my sleep is taken although it is guaranteed by the 'laws present in the language, "then the battle becomes violent, I am hit very bad, the human brain has some "triggers" of pain, she works there, I am kept in fighting until the morning to 4.5, nightmare, discussions and interrogations ... that is about what happened there in Brussels. I thought to go, I moved from there, unfortunately the show continued on the path of returning to Barcelona , to the sea and became even more pronounced there, what you saw in that hysterics here on the blog was emblematic for the madness there.
By the way , it was me or the Cabbage Roll the one swearing Barcelona like that ? It was she, after trying the maximal violence strategy and seeing it failed she fell into despair, she has added new points in the list of evils she made against me , she knows that she will pay in the end , so this being the case she thought to destroy everything - in addition, the way she did it created a cloud of dust, nobody no longer understand anything and that helps them. Perhaps there are others in the back ...
To go back to the ideas presented few paragraphs above, the chaos has begun in Brussels and yet my suspicion was that somewhere in Germany I took (like the first) something bad over me there (a new level), it seems today that my suspicions were at least partially accurate, there seems the evil have come , it was primed and allowed to explode across the border, that's seems to have been the idea - let him blame "his mother". It is not my mother (it is a city)... the eternal idiotic discussions with the parents ...
4. The nightmare and the "Barcelona"conspiracy. Is the paradise falling apart?
Here's one of the most delicate topics, one of the most sensitive ever , as a result of these features, I picked to approach this topic with care, moderation, in a balanced and peaceful manner.
a) Sometime in September, October last year I went and I spent some time in Barcelona (a matter a bit forced and risky, I already had meet some very strange episodes there), about 2 weeks in total, well, during the night for about two, three times I was brutally attacked by the Cabbage Roll, something horrible, at the border on insanity, imagine if you like punching your TV very loud, so loud that the image screen is shaking a little, well, the "TV " was my mind, anyway my mind despite the brutality did not broke down, but it was at the limits.
In the meantime, I've enriched some in information, the answer is that there is "written" a conspiracy against me and against my mental integrity, I'll show you something now, you see some names, they all include in secret links to the conspiracy, the idea of Ada, the idea of being around the seaside (Mar, mer, mir), Spain, in some cases the idea of violence.
Dilma Rousseff, Angela Merkel, Vladimir Putin (sea - mare, mer, mir )
That's just a small part.
b) Apparently unrelated with the rest of this topic let's analyze now a concept, the concept of heaven, rai in Romanian , we articulate it because like that it is becoming even more interesting (rai is different from răi which means Wicked), to see what we get,
Rai (Heaven) - Ra you he (apparently the concept addresses to my brothers, bad (girl ) to me means the car to me at the right time)
Rai (Heaven) - Ra you him (now if the girl they are sending to me is Adriana, the one in the wallpaper of this blog than someone is partaking in an attempt to destroy me and this is upside down)
Rai (Heaven) - Ratu L (it does not happen much this days, let's leave this aside)
Rai (Heaven) - Evil U with him (again upside down, if they are bad with me the result is an essential conflict in heaven , a tention )
How strange, you may say, some on straight, some upside down, why ? Why the very concept of heaven was build containing an essential contradiction, because it's written to be like that ,the right answer is.
c) Is the paradise falling apart ? Let us now consider for a moment the poem "Paradise in dissolution " written by Lucian Blaga, I think the Romanian public knows somewhat about this poetry , it is learned by everybody in highschool, I am afraid the international public have no possibility of reading this little poetry , I will try a little translation for you losing all the poetic part, I mean I will not reply the rhymes, I dont have time for that, here it is:
The winged guardian still keeps
stretched a sword stub without flames.
He does not fight anyone,
but he feels defeated.
He does not fight anyone,
but he feels defeated.
Everywhere on the meadows and fields
Seraphims with snowy hair
are thirsting for the truth,
but the waters from the wells
are thirsting for the truth,
but the waters from the wells
are refusing their buckets.
Plowing without call
with wooden plows,
the archangels are complaining
with wooden plows,
the archangels are complaining
about the weight of their wings.
Through the neighbors suns
the dove of the Holy Spirit is passing,
the dove of the Holy Spirit is passing,
with its beak he is extinguishing
the remaining lights.
In the night naked angels
are lying down in the hay shriveling:
are lying down in the hay shriveling:
Woe to me, woe to you,
Many spiders have filled the living waters
once the angels will rot under the land,
the dust will dry the stories
from their sad bodies
Many spiders have filled the living waters
once the angels will rot under the land,
the dust will dry the stories
from their sad bodies
Now it seems that Blaga in his wisdom knew about the little schema above, he has seen and felt the fundamental tension of the concept, whether between siblings one will go behind the one from the wallpaper then the paradise is fading, it is in dissolution .
Now let the poetry aside and return to the "clasified" information, recently it have submitted to me two names of some brothers of mine, I will not put their names here, but those names decrypted are hiding ideas similar to the names of politicians above, incredible, to be true?
Did the evil, the corruption, the decay, and the conspiracy went to the upper level? Did the fallen ones arrived in heaven?
I can not say too much here, the gossips are saying that there is a person who would be personally involved in the attempts from Barcelona against me, there are others who maybe still hold the banner up a bit, even despite their name, we will see .
5. Do you like Seagal?
Yes it's Steven Seagal, why em I asking the question?
The question was suggested to me by some memories from the time when I was young, back when I was young at Deva I was friend with some brothers (2), we were going out together, talking, have fun together (like all the teenagers )... we were neighborhood friends , this was somewhere from 12 until 14, 15 years, we remained friends after even if we relented our meetings together, which I strongly remember about them is that they loved the karate films, mainly with Seagal, as for me , I thought this was slightly retrograde, I already went to the cinema and I was watching movies of all sorts, as for this guys ... with Seagal guys up and down, that's about it.
I think about them they are with Seagal even now, in other words when others were leaving childhood and went ahead in life the brothers were watching Seagal, while others were studying or working the brothers were watching Seagal, when others matured and composed a family the brothers were watching Seagal, while others are born, live and die, the brothers are watching Seagal :-) . Well, what do I have against? Nothing but just like that, slightly, imperceptibly they appeared and became a perpetual presence in my mind, the Cabbage Roll says they were put there by the bosses to keep her in check, it is true, she would kill me instantly if she could, well, the first issue that I have against them is that, just as in other cases, I have found them belonging to the famous Romanian national team, the one with Hagi yes, Agi , agi, agi, agi, a gay as the Turkish commentators said, these guys who have being cloned in the Romanian national team have two faces apriori , I do not really trust them, that's the first issue.
A pussy with colorful beak and smelling of cabbage with minced meat whispered to me that their role is to spy as well, that someone planted them there in my mind with the purpose of monitoring what I am saying, ...toxic, embarrassing, sad.
But let's get to the funny part, the one with the karate, it is true that oftenly when the Cabbage Roll is hitting me in the head, there is someone who takes my side, who hits her back ... well on this side , the one looking like a "mental movie "something is wrong again, if you want to control her, to stop it, you must get in her system and to determine her to cease (the Cabbage Roll says they can, they would have been upgraded slightly more than her - that for my own security ) and not necessarily to do a show in my mind, on "my own screen".
There is as well the suspicion that somehow they could be maybe something like Gheorghe, they are helping in the hope the state would throw them some "meat", some poor dead girl for food in the classic horror style, I do not know ...
In conclusion, I would like some information about them and their work, as a matter of principle, I have to contest their right to be present openly in my mind, attention, the TAIL is (coada in Romanian which means with Ada) Ada, the end should be with Ada alone (at least inside), on the other hand, if they have a role in my security then this role should become a more realistic, more discreet, more direct one, keeping her or holding her, a less cinematic role , less show, as for the espionage we will discuss in more details a little later.
6. The Exorcist and the Cabbage Roll
Sometimes the cabbage Roll becomes enraged , she has powers over me, she keeps me in endless discussions, one can hardly refuse talking nonsense with her "at the phone" because she has the power to turn you on, to launch your "trains of thoughts", my life is being conducted recently as an interminable phone conversation, one full of arguing, hateful, ugly. We hate each other to death, we are sworn enemies, perhaps this will not end until one of us will be "six feet under".
Honestly, I never imagined such a thing could exist, someone to exhibited her flaws, ugliness, sores and pus with such ease, someone so ugly, someone to make her own leprosy a show, someone to be openly proud with a huge and unique panoply of defects and flaws, someone to hate so much the hope, everything which is good, healty , breeding.
Yesterday she said that if she could she would kill God.
Hahaha What a hump (bad luck she is on me)!
If it would be her the boss what would need to happen is the end of the world, this is what these rats want, beyond that, the Cabbage Roll is someone being ridiculous in our discussions , she leaves a super patetic picture nearly every time we talk somewhat serious, ridicule, a parasite, someone who is falling and who is clinging blindly of values, of blood, of suffering, of martyrs, of holocaust, everything she want to save is her dark skin, someone who is the spearheading of the underworld but somebody who would put ´the entire underworld in danger only to see herself emerged from the trap, something ridiculous and enormously hideous .
Without principles, without beliefs, without values, a captive mercenary struggling, having foaming at the mouth, screaming invectives and cursing in all the directions, you'll see later some samples.
We move on to the next topic, It is linked to the current one.
7. The beggar (the thief) and memorable quotes from her statements (a two arms schema )
In the recent months, being continuously a victim of her attacks , I have clarified some things about her, she works after an idiotic simple schema , something like Mafia -your money or your life, in other words a system with two branches, with two arms, on one side she has the violence, she is hitting me in the head foolishly in the idea that would cause a collapse, trying to make me loosing my mental balance, when she is receiving green, for example in the places there is a plot against me, then she starts without many detours and introductions to hit me in the head. On the other hand, that would be the second part of the branch , the more "theoretical" one , she tries to snatch from me under torture at any price various statements about my brothers who she rushes to put in my face on every possible occasion.
If the first option is clear, they have nothing more to do, so as they are desperately trying to use their freedoms to try to finish me , even if this could lead to many other endings, the second part of the strategy is very strange, it looks like she uses this strategy because it is in her name, Barceanu Ada, "Bear Cia she dont give" , so by statements under torture she is trying to determine the "other" to refuse to give me what's mine.
How strange ! The statements under torture and on drugs are null and void.
Hehe there is more than that, knowing what she tries to do I restrain myself pretty hard, some time ago I was very angry with this so Barbarian strategy (see the word Barbarian , yes I will help you , it is something gay , it is a bear and another bear ), I "quarreled" with them - why are they allowing her to do what is she doing, then I thought of espionage, but how in the world could my own kind spying on me ? Why anybody would try to find out what em I saying about himself, is there someone waiting for me with the baseball bat around the corner, what kind of Up team would be this one , what is this ? As a parenthesis the espionage is the privilege of the low kind , of the Jews, spy - spain- span (meaning bald), excuse me but it is the low ones not the hairy ones doing anything like that. Well, I do not know, I have not found the answer to these questions but I started to control myself very carefully, beyond that I have to admit there is some wisdom in all this (not too much anyway), this test is one about abstinence and self-control, if you are lustful and you are starting war against your own kind ,it's that okay ?
I do not know the answer, the beggar is trying, trying, she keeps me sometimes for days in imbecile talks she is trying to lead towards them, she is bringing the subject all the time, as for me I try to put some logics in what she is saying , than I try to remove the toilet from the speech because her thinking is filled with fetid toilet smells, I try to be clear and clean in everything,
Give me some coins, give me some coins, well, ich habe nicht.
Frankly, as a curiosity, I would never spoil one of ours of his rights won through his own suffering simply because under mental torture and stoned like a cuckoo, he cursed me or said I do not know what about me, that would be unimaginable in my view, yet I have a unique great heart. It is even more , I have something in common with Plato, with the idea of principleness, I would die for my beliefs and I am not a spy.
What else ? Well, seeing that I am not giving her anything or mostly anything the gypsy beggar thought to go for theft, she is doing it herself , because I restrain myself she wakes me up sometimes during the night and she is saying all kinds of things about them, she swears, she is yelling at them (it happened last night in counterpart to my pacific and calm approach here, the crow was expecting scandal, because I did not made it , she made it instead), I once said a long ago something, everything that happens at night when I am in a mental twilight state is outside my responsibility and signature, after me saying that she softened a bit the assault , now, being desperate and feeling maybe that she has some "ear"(understanding ) from the other side she came back with the attacks and the nonsense during the night.
It looks a bit like the Ceausescu era :-)!
Beyond that, unlike me the one who is being exceptionally controlled in what I say, she has huge problems in controlling her mouth, I'll show you some samples of wisdom in a form of dialogue, here it is, while she is trying to obtain statements under torture from me, I obtained statements free from her :
- Why are you using things tragic events, human drama, human suffering against me, are you interested in tragedy and human historical dramas ? (This dialog is a little reconstructive, it did not happen 100 % like that anyway her answer is always this one )
- I piss and I s ..t on them, says Samara, I am trying to extort them of farts.
(There are witnesses to these things, let me explain, she is bringing various subjects like dramas, revolutions - apparently we sometimes are producing many sufferings, so she is trying to make various people to hear about all this in order to annoy them and to make them to push her from behind, to give her new powers over me, to enpower her, therefore she is squeezing them of f...ts)
- Do you represent Israel, Romania?
- I p .. and I s..t on them
- Why, I am asking
- Because they dont help me with anything she says.
(Basically what she is looking is war, revolution, collective hysteria and chaos, maybe this could lead to my death and save her in extremis)
How can this monster represent various dead people ? She want to kill more to save herself.
That would be more but I stop here, this is the best I get from her lately , she would like to kill God, she is extorting people of F....s and she is pissing and s...tting on everytihng. Someone should teach this animal a lesson , if I'd be here - maybe I'll be the teacher.
8. Miscellaneous
Apparently the the President of Uzbekistan, Mr. Islam Abduganiyevich Karimov died, I will give you a coin about that , what em I doing these days, here in Wien most often the places where you can go to eat something are Turkis , did you get it ?
Dad up Turk(look on the map).
Apparently the the President of Uzbekistan, Mr. Islam Abduganiyevich Karimov died, I will give you a coin about that , what em I doing these days, here in Wien most often the places where you can go to eat something are Turkis , did you get it ?
Dad up Turk(look on the map).
Well wait a minute, what is this , for food, is the world going insane , how can this be possible, well ask the team of fanatics being around me .
Do you want more fanaticism, some time ago it seems that some of "my" girls went on to Bucharest and apparently they did not get out well from there, the consequences were that the actor Marin Moraru and then the composer Adrian Enescu died.
Do you want more fanaticism, some time ago it seems that some of "my" girls went on to Bucharest and apparently they did not get out well from there, the consequences were that the actor Marin Moraru and then the composer Adrian Enescu died.
In the case of the latter there is a connection with "Ene" as well, that is something connected with the ideea of sleep , with the fact that I lost my sleep in Brussels, sadly, he was the grandson of the greatest Romanian composer George Enescu and the only Romanian I've ever seen on Buddha Bar, perhaps the best collection of contemporary music in the world.
In relation and unrelated to the idea above, I got to see some movies lately, I tried some SF stuff, first the new Star Trek and then the new Independence Day, unbeleavable bad, dialogues like (that is a point with 2 pilots driving a spaceship through space debris objects):
- Did you pee on you? I pissed on myself !
- I pissed on myself as well. (because of the fear )
The Star Trek is still worse, there is an extraterestrial saying something horrible in Romanian, madness.
Lets return a second to the conspiracies, there is still much more than that, there are others, I will show you more another time, in the meanwhile, in the turmoil of the battle here in Wien i received a huge coin , pay attention to this group of legend:
Beatles - beat el (him) sea . yes that is the Barcelona conspiracy
Well and Paul McCartney? A Paul Mckarate in the mouth?
Lets return a second to the conspiracies, there is still much more than that, there are others, I will show you more another time, in the meanwhile, in the turmoil of the battle here in Wien i received a huge coin , pay attention to this group of legend:
Beatles - beat el (him) sea . yes that is the Barcelona conspiracy
Well and Paul McCartney? A Paul Mckarate in the mouth?
In the media there is a real disaster, in the states I am overexposed, Cnn's crazy, some time ago I put here on the blog a Phantasy Wallpaper , the next day I woke up with a columnist from there entitling his editorialul " the journey of ... somebody somewhere ( the details does not matter) was more fantasy than politics", I must make an appeal to them to be more careful and to keep the things under control, it's a little too much.
The press is as well frequently a valve for the team of snakes, for their venom , this is it , the things are about to be out of control.
Let us finish with a comic idea and then we will pass to the conclusions, it seems that the team of "super-fantastic" in their despair has made a film called Suicide Squad - they put many hopes in it, their idea is once again to make a revolution, to show that they are in mortal danger - on the other hand suicide squad it is me not them, they are just some rats being trapped, very bad trapped. And what's the point? The point is that me, once not having what to do I said: "Hollywood is the triumph of Will, Will Smith". That was the joke I think that this jake have placed Will Smith in the center of the poster of the movie , how wonderful , what I reject they take, great!
9. Conclusions and instead conclusions
Conclusion number one is that this text is in the same time helping me and messing me , they are becoming more and more fanatical, it is even harder now, yes the Cabbage Roll is throwing with Buda in me (no, not the Indian) as a reaction to this text, only mentally of course, it is madness.
Conclusion number one is that this text is in the same time helping me and messing me , they are becoming more and more fanatical, it is even harder now, yes the Cabbage Roll is throwing with Buda in me (no, not the Indian) as a reaction to this text, only mentally of course, it is madness.
What is next, from here I will go back to Brussels , my map has become minuscule in the meantime, I have no longer where to go, in Germany I am stepping on banana peels, it is likely that that is what the locals are eating predominantly , in Belgium I am hit in the head because I am allegedly on my moms territory, to Barcelona after the hysteria here I can no longer go, Italy is in the head, I mean is with Gheorghe in the head. The eternal fight, my mother vs my father, well when looking on the map I see some traces of my mother through Belgium, in Spain, as for my father , where he should be is Gheorghe, a little in Germany and Austria yet not enough, my old man was kind of a German so therefore he was a bit blind about these guys, he was listening to the Deutsche Welle Radio all the time (back on Ceausescu time ) from Cologne (what a paradox!) and he believed that the Germans are the best and most civilized people around the world. Hahaha. That was the role he had to play , I got lost in brackets, there is not much of my father around , that's about it.
Why I not washing the dirty laundry in the family, why bringing here stories connected with my brothers, why bringing the up down? The answer is trivial, because what I am discussing here are things being pretty fallen, what is down should be brought down.
That would be the end of it , I will return with a new text, otherwise, try not to be Cabbage Rolls, try to help, to live, to smile, so good, see you!
Post Scriptum
"The sleep of Reason" is attacking meanly
Only now, some one day after finishing the writing of this text (this was available for the original text, the Romanian one ) I noticed that I was determined to mistaken a letter and write "virtually iNpossible" instead of impossible, how funny, what fervor of the details, what celebration of the comma, which disgusting delight of the rat that the first violinist's shirt is dirty (they took care of soiling it previously) hahaha what I can tell, they are completely "ridocolous"!
"The sleep of Reason" is attacking meanly
Only now, some one day after finishing the writing of this text (this was available for the original text, the Romanian one ) I noticed that I was determined to mistaken a letter and write "virtually iNpossible" instead of impossible, how funny, what fervor of the details, what celebration of the comma, which disgusting delight of the rat that the first violinist's shirt is dirty (they took care of soiling it previously) hahaha what I can tell, they are completely "ridocolous"!
Otherwise, yesterday, a new character appeared out of nowhere on the international scene , the president of the Philippines, a SRI "firecracker" called Duterte who did some very acefalic / shocking statements about Barack Obama, Barack Obama's is a clone of the Cabbage Roll and not of mine , anyway the statements had targeted somehow me how funny, a hastened mouse on the international scene who "threw a ball" and took all the eyes, what can I say, it's like you read this text and in the end you are concluding that it is written yellow on dark background, so this "yellow on black background " have read my ideas here, what to say, it is what we recently see most often around, indignity, dirt and sleep of the reason, it's full of dogs ready to lick their masters hands, maybe I'll take care of them.
c) The Apotheosis of all conspiracies (September 9, 2016)
In the day following the publication of the Romanian version of this text , I entered a little to read the Romanian press and I saw something strange, something like a threatening news - even if apparently it was not about me, the main news on Mediafax said that the ex prime minister Victor Ponta is chased into a new criminal file. I must say that I sat and I reflected a little if it could be about me , what I could have in common with Victor Ponta, maybe some sort of resemblance of names, then I let it go, rumors, manufactured news irresponsibility and hysteria typical of the press everywhere. But today a huge coin came to me , pay attention to this name:
Raluca Plum (The new justice minister, former Assistant Professor at the Faculty of Philosophy in Bucharest where I had the "honor" of knowing her , we did not liked each other ), now her name untangled, decrypted it reads so:
c) The Apotheosis of all conspiracies (September 9, 2016)
In the day following the publication of the Romanian version of this text , I entered a little to read the Romanian press and I saw something strange, something like a threatening news - even if apparently it was not about me, the main news on Mediafax said that the ex prime minister Victor Ponta is chased into a new criminal file. I must say that I sat and I reflected a little if it could be about me , what I could have in common with Victor Ponta, maybe some sort of resemblance of names, then I let it go, rumors, manufactured news irresponsibility and hysteria typical of the press everywhere. But today a huge coin came to me , pay attention to this name:
Raluca Plum (The new justice minister, former Assistant Professor at the Faculty of Philosophy in Bucharest where I had the "honor" of knowing her , we did not liked each other ), now her name untangled, decrypted it reads so:
Pruna Raluca - RE EL CA (again him in jail), on roll (ongoing) (the meaning is they are working there underground at conspiracies, therefore they were employed there) ...
It looks like on the underneath the national shepherd Johannis a strange clique began to gather , one sprinkled liberally and plentiful with philosophers, first appeared her later came in her tail Mircea Dumitru as minister of education, Mircea Dumitru is the protector and the one hidding in the faculty of Philosophy George L., anyway it seems once they get there they would have started working to fabricate lies, files, I do not know.
If ever I'll be arrested again absurd, what I am writing here will not matter , this would mean that the case is "made in Romania", not important, it will not count, the justice is blind (like after a lobotomy) .
There's something else wrong in my past out of the thing that have happened in Hungary (that was not my fault , anyway)? No, I thought about train fines , as you know in Germany you can go to jail for it, some years ago I was travelling there without paying train tickets, later, when I found out there could be problems I left, since about 2012 or something I go there rarely, in the recent years I bounded to Cologne and Bonn, I can go there without any fines, there are some regional trains without controll in that area, it's a just a little from Aachen to Bonn, therefore maybe just some Satanic workmanship like the one from in Hungary it could be, they could try to investigate a case from 2011 or 2012 or something, then the process, they did not found me, chased international after, and all the rest of the stuffed cabbage making me to throwing up. Otherwise, nothing, only if they would produce a whole thing, a lie, to find some idiots chicken ready to declare anything , to lie, to say anything in front of justice and then said and done, I will be lifted up.
That's it.
The Great masquerade
Foreword
Welcome back here on Mybunker, here it is , by the will of fate, it has been a long time since our last virtual meeting, I am finally returning back now here with a new text , I wish you a pleasant reading!
Please remember I am not a professional English Translator, the quality of this translation is in consequence a relative one, I am pretty sure this translation is not so funny as the original text, not so moving , not so telling, not so illustrative , the reader could be impeded by various details to have a good acces to this text, "one phrase is not clear, here the verb tenses are flawed, et cetera" , I did my best, try it anyway, it could enlighten you on various topics !
Summary
1. Introduction
2. The miracle saucepan and agony in the Palm Sunday
3. Wandering , computing, estimating, waiting for the end
4. The great masquerade- beyond walls and wires
5. The life after the great masquerade, Umbrella Corporation strikes again :-)
6. Closure and conclusions
1. Introduction
I do not know exactly, I think there are more than 4 months since I did not come up with a major text here, I am finally back now . I have to say I feel some kind of a difficulty in coming back here, I somehow got out shape a bit, I dishabituated , I "deconditioned" myself of coming here to speak like the psychologists , formerly this blog was my oxygen, my metronome, my reference, my mirror and my CV, now my feeling is that everything would have be concluded although nothing is finished yet, it seems in the same time that I could have become less talkative lately, what I am trying to place now in this late sequel, one serving as the binder is a kind of pointer towards the future, this great biographic story must remain here and it must be complete as well , the purpose of this writing is consequently less a curative one in terms of soul and more a historical and biographical necessary addition.
Maybe because I am colossally disappointed of all and everything, today when I am returning here some old questions are arising , to whom is all this dedicated , does this matter in any way, one version of answer is that I write here primarily for me and for my soul, it's a Platonic practice, otherwise, if you will, I thought about my daughter, maybe one day she will want to know through what ordeal her father have passed and what monsters he had to fight ... otherwise, there are some friends around as well , good people , the truth is I think I bother myself too much for too insignificant results...
Thematically, this text will cross several stages, we will have a brief narrative reinstatement in our history, we will come back to our times after , to our times and to the shocks they are bringing and we'll talk about other things as well .
Where I am , what em I doing, I am in Barcelona, a place with bad luck (not quite always), you will see what I went through last time when I tried to get here (by May 2016), on the other hand, I just dropped in (To See What Condition My Condition Was In :-) you know the KENNY ROGERS song ) last night and the problems have already started, it's chaos here, problems at night, there are problems with the places I sleep, last night I had a very hectic night, one pigmented with a few hours of sleeplessness, the Unclean one attacks, strikes, it is using dirty stuff on me . ..the list is infinite, in addition, soon after my arrival the weather cooled down, the "miracles of science".
As a curiosity, in every place I ever go "they" tell me in a way I did not belong there, I would call this phenomenon the helping hand of evil, they are trying to help sometimes a bit, they are always there ..., well lately , everytime I enter a country they say : "this is hell on earth, this country is the worst, in principle you should not be here ", then I move on and go someother country , the story repeats ," well, what are you doing , this is the worst ever, you enter the s..t once again", or "what are you doing here? "This one are all gipsies all "(funny , the gipsies being "rasist" with their own kind ) funny, there no good places around anymore, ... "this is perhaps because Europe have become a huge pigsty but you cannot all see this.
As a strange digression, from my point of view, the white man have become himself a painful disgrace lately (something like Nietzsche speaking about the overhuman), something like phantoms, memories, some epiphenomenon, stupid parasites of their own past, the white man is intellectually bankrupt, completely overtaken by events and by the speed of his own history, he does not understand anything anymore, he is manipulated, besieged, invaded, not self conscious of his own race and his own cultural allegiance, he is somehow in eternal conflict with his own people , it's a disaster ...
I are suitable myself a bit to the string of epithets from above , I am besieged as well, invaded even handled a little ... (I usually know).
What should I add for the introduction, aaa the wallpaper, the thing with the Batman, in Romanian Omul Liliac , el (he ) Lia with , yes there are some mice in contact wherewith I developed wings yet I am not a mouse (maybe you've rushed to have him diminished , to descend him, to equalize him considering him just a mouse with wings - the term comes from the language much more than from any comparisons coming from the zoology area), otherwise maybe you have noticed, there are some inscriptions on peoples T-shirts after the pattern "Remain calm and ... ", after me placing the wallpaper here I saw somewhere a shirt that said" Remain calm and listen to Sabbath "(a band famous , by the way they released a new album, I do not know, I hear a little more aggressive things), here it is, a little humor will not hurt anybody.
From my point of view even some self-praise and self-glorification could go as long as we stick with the the "children" at this playful and childish level, a smile is all that matters, yet a smile touched maybe by a little melancholy (my favorite word ) and a little sadness for what is happening around...
Shocking, I asked someplace some fellows from Romania how many years they think I would have, they said around 50 , I am 38, I became old a little nasty , a little excessive and way to fast, my hair has become sparse somewhat (it's still ok), my face got deeper wrinkles...this endless fight with this "nest of snakes" being everyday more incisive, more determined and more free is a very hard fight, one that marks you , consumes you , squeezes you, in the end you find out that you did not manage too much ("the devil" is whispering in my ear something, "she"tryes to remind my that all this is just some kind of a test, yeah, I bet, it's some Spartacus around as well but in reality, in opposition with the classic story Spartacus stays too far from Crassus's arrows , the pigs are untouchable, otherwise the comparison between myself and the Roman general Marcus Licinius Crassus is purely coincidental, this despite the great spiritual closeness between us).
I have come here on the blog recently with various complaints concerning the behavior of the Archeopterix crow - Adriana, she is the embodiment of all freedoms, in particular she enjoys the freedom of speech (she is throwing dirt in all and everything ), she approaches whatever subjects she wants, she is the "uninvited" guest, continuously in my mind , something like a talk show , this is a total experience , yes she is a kind of the " renaissance man" yet the rebirth is made by sucking cock (Oops!), a nowadays "polimath" , that means she is the mother of the famous Pokemon.
Leonardo and the worms! (No, she has nothing in common with Leonardo Da Vinci, from somewhere the expression "the Renaissance man" popped into my mind then I simply applied it to her, she's the mother of this phenomena)
As you have seen recently, even if I have not written any major text here, I wrote sometimes here little emergency messages almost all relating to her and it's infamous activities, this is the human being being the most declined in 7 billions I believe, when she is not hitting me in the head (because I'm not dumb) she is using the names and infos about my "brothers" in order to rape my mind somehow, I see girls not boys , well she bombards my mind with boys and thus make me see them, as an aside what I see is not exactly perfect - this includes the fact that they allow to this troglodyte with accelerated mind to use them against me, I honestly do not know why, this remains a big, big question mark for me, I assure you that I would intervene if the Indian pariah "would take me in the mouth" and I would electrocute her that she should be hospitalized, well it does not happens, what could I say ... the same but different!
People tell me I'm very stupid lately :-) :-) :-), I have Ada in my head (heADa) , according to a Austrian study she has an IQ being around 61, that despite her speed (the speed of a mental), there's no problem you could say, you can use your own intelligence: - ), well, yes and no, she is fast "as the wind" or fast "as the thought", I always discover that she is inside my trains of thoughts, sometims it is a nightmare, she is playing somekind like a ping pong, I am only a witness, she creates from nothing talks which more absurd and she is jumping with great agility from side to side of the discussion, Satan have some powers, her dirt is cataclysmic and I must carry it and carry it timeless, the gong has beat 11 years in the meawhile , the misery never stops ...I'll wait for a while and then I'll go back to the "furie meurtriere" (murderous rage -originally in French), the suicidal anger more accurately, as you'll see in this text I have escaped from such an episode in the months of Feb-Mart this year, in the fall I will repeat it.
I will return if there will be anything to add.
2. The miracle saucepan and agony in the Palm Sunday
That sounds something like "The lottery ticket / The Lighthouse at the end of the world - it is a Jules Verne (composed of two separate stories) that hit me all the time through the small library of my family, as an aside, I loved only the second story.
The miracle saucepan and agony in Palm Sunday are two different episodes of a suicide attempt extensively premeditated, as a curiosity I have always regarded with great reservation and with a very critical eye expressions such as "I tried to kill myself", "tentatives" ... what I thought is that you must be really stupid to fail to die, yet it seems I did it twice (remember however that I am 61 IQ :-) ) , first time I was lucky, various material conditions prevented me in a bizaro / ridiculous way to do it, the second time I was somehow beyond death, a Thanatonaut (there is a Science Fiction book I loved once uppon a time called The Thanatonauts by Bernard Werber, something about people who explores the periphery of life, near death experiences) but I was brought back by some kind of a healer (I do not know if I should thank him or hate my savior yet , it depends on the future), overall I have invested in death , I prepared, I wrote my will here on the blog and then I tried two ways, as you may see, the hell - it's hard to die, I have not succeeded!
a) The miracle saucepan
It was February, I wrote as you may know my will here on the blog (no money), then I switched to preparations for death, I thought to acute intoxication with Nicotine Poisoning, cigarettes - "gypsies" killing me ?
Nicotine, an ugly death, basically you choke, why not gallows? Because it's for traitors , bastards and Judas himself. To return to the nicotine and the nicotine poisoning, apparently the lethal dose should be 50-60 mg nicotine, a cigarette contains about 20 of which by smoking we are not inhaling only very, very little, briefly, the nicotine extracted from a packet of tobacco for rolling cigarettes should be enough.
A pack of normal tobacco contains about 30 grams, excuse a little tedious technicalities, in order to be sure I bought a monster package of 180 grams of tobacco. Then I introduced the tobacco in a bottle of water, I left it until the next morning, in the morning I threw the tobacco and stayed with the liquid impregnated with nicotine, from there the problems have started , the solution must be placed on fire and allowed to boil until only a viscous liquid remains (a little quantity), that's should be the pure nicotine, you can apply it to your skin ...
Well, I have no house, so I bought from the Chinese here in Barcelona a saucepan and I went into an isolated place in order to make a fire to try to get the pure nicotine solution (more precisely I went to Cerbere, that is the French border with Spain). The reality is I made a monster fire, I smoked myself until the bones, I have kept the tiny saucepan on the fire about an hour and a half while waiting ..the result was shocking , the fire made out of wood was too weak, on the other hand the Chinese saucepan have a very thick bottom :-) :-), after a hour and a half I did not succed to transforme more than 20% out of the total quantity. In the meantime due to the fire and the flame, the substance was entered by all sorts of pieces of wood, burned piece of paper, by impurities thing which is prohibited, the substance must be clean, the consequence was that I had to quit.
I said once that I am proposing that little saucepan for "the museum of mankind," many things including the future may have sat in that stupid and trivial saucepan ...
b) The Agony in the Palm Sunday Sunday
After the Cerberus episode , I took a vacation from suicide and I went through Milano to Wien, there I decided to try once again, something more banal and more direct this time, yes, the trivial paracetamol.
Lethal dose 25 grams, that means about 50 pills of 500 mg, I went through the Pharmacies, I bought about 100 pills of Paracetamol, I went into some kind of park outside Wien, something like a forest, it's a quiet neighborhood of houses around a beautiful lake there and I thought to a strategy. Complicated ! I needed something that would not bring me at the horizontal until nightfall (less than the lethal dose), something to kill me during the night but something that would begin during the day, maybe you cannot understand, the idea is that you can not get them all together because you will vomit it immediately! Otherwise there were also passers-by around, I was afraid that somebody would see me in a serious condition and maybe they would call an ambulance so everything had to be well dosed as the disaster to happen during the night.
Is it clear? Well at 4.30 in the afternoon on Palm Sunday I said:
"Lord forgive me and receive me to you !"
and then I swallowed the first 6 "candies" with Ice-Tea! 5 o'clock 6 more, as every half an hour as you may understand another 6. There was no clock around, I have distroyed my cell-phone before the events , well, somewhere around that was a cathedral whose bell was beating in a romantic and beautiful way every half an hour.
I think at 7.00 , 7 .30 after 24, 30 pieces I could still walk on my legs, I was getting up from the log where I was watching at the beauty of the valley and at the lake to walk a little as much as I smoked a cigarette, I was ok, at 8.00 a clock I decided to sit down, I was already having problems with the vertical position, I placed myself on a kind of a "bed" prepared in advance, I kept swallowing six pills at a time.
Somewhere around 20 a clock I have reached I think what is considered to be lethal dose, about the same time I began to feel seriously bad, I continued to take six pills at a time. Occasionally I smoked a cigarette, otherwise the normal retarded discussions with the marvel gipsy , as a curiosity and a morbid, detail , in order for you to understand what means a " snake soul" even in these moments she was aggressive in ideas, violent, she was "hitting" me but not very hard (as you know I bother to answer - it is in "air" somewhat)
I remember once I said here something about my last ours, I asked to be left alone, well, it did not happened , it is true I am not dead , on the other hand what is clear is nobody is listening to me ... something like a total captivity, no exceptions, no entreaties, no last wishes ....it is a bit too much maybe, it is becoming absurd.
At 21.00 the things have worsened suddenly, I had swallowed up till then something around 64 pills, my ears have started to buzz awfully, my breathing began slowing down, a feeling as if I would weigh 100 tons, a deep, intense, indescribable sickness ...
I looked at the remaining pills and I realized that I can not take them all, the sickness was very deep, perhaps another dose before falling asleep to be sure, quickly - before I loose my consciousness , the crow was very happy:
"Take them! Take them! At least one dose!"
(Sometimes I think this sons, the ones who do not see Satan, the ones who do not understand his fundamental misery are kinda equally miserable and hateful as the original, you have to see the evil, you must understand its nothingness and to deeply hate it )
Finally I took another 7 and I said: That's it! What will be will be, to be or not to be (this happened from a technical-chemical and medical point of view sooner)!
Eventually I fell asleep.
After a while I reawakened and began to vomit awfully, probably then happened a part of the miracle ( miracle - somehow, because this miracle would do nothing for me than sending me farther on the road to Golgotha ) that saved my life (I am not sure I should have been saved!), then I began to vomit some kind of a content as a sort of vinegar, something having an indescribable taste in quantities large enough, I threw up 2-3 times very massive, yet I think there was not big deal left in my stomach the time I start throwing up , much of those medicines had to be digested already. I finished throwing up and I fell asleep once again.
Then the agony came , after an hour or something I reawakened in a very critical condition, I do not remember too well the details for all this have happened in a twilight state , but I know that for some tens of minutes some sounds as a sort of animal noise come out from my throut in the night with each breath, a kind of roar, I was hearing myself like I would have been very far in space ...
I feel asleep once again and in the next morning I wentout of there on my own, on my feet.
The idea is that somebody intervened and saved my life, now hear the paranoid version, maybe all this in order to make me go ahead farther through hell, towards other islands of absurd, towards other islands of madness, into new realms of nightmare, you will immediately see what I mean. I hope that's not why I was saved and the paranoid version is false.
3.Wandering , computing, estimating, waiting for the end
That was it, once I saw myself escaped and my liver regenerated fast (basically the following evening I ate pizza with some sort of very spicy sauce , I left unharmed ) I thought to remain around for a while (meaning in life), in the meanwhile the mouse team came up with a fantastic explanation that the total term would be 11 and not 10 years and that is because , unlike it is said by the language left by God, they say, my name would have after the 10 being in the tail another year and that is not meaning years but one more year (by the way this term has passed as well). I swallowed and I stood firm. I believe that the job this lice have is to take me as far they can through lies and manipulation, to unravel for me various interpretable matters (from language ) who actually are not becoming true . To push me further, as much they can ...
I continued to wander around, I have passed a bit through Italy, then I went to Belgium, from there I have decided to descend a little to Barcelona, said and done, I prepared the luggage and somewhere on May 7 I took the TGV from Paris towards Barcelona, I had to change the train in Perpignan ...
4. The great masquerade, beyond walls and wires
I slept one night around there , then I went to the Perpignan train station to look for a train for Cerberus or Port Bou, the border with Catalunya (Spain), I found what I was looking for on the list of incoming trains , I went out to smoke a cigarette and then I placed myself crossed legs in the waiting room.
At one point I saw some police-man checking documents of the people there, nothing special, routine stuff, that outside the waiting room, if I knew anything, I could go out on a side door maybe, I had no suspicion about anything so I stayed there.
They finally entered inside, they took obviously the voyagers one after another in a row, I was in the farthest place in the bottom of the room, in the end they reached me, they asked me for an ID and made some phone-calls to do some routine checks. I sat relaxed, I looked out the window, after a few moments surprise, the one with the phone asks me if I speak French I say yes, if I could get up, ok, I should accompany them because it's something wrong! !!
In that moments I thought about all the possible variants for which I could have problems in France, I do not really go too much in France, that is like some kind of the USSR (you remember Gerard Depardieu quitting France on this kind of reasons ) it does not matter, in the car I found astounded that I am searched for things that did not occurred in France, they didn't tell me more than that.
We arrived at a police station, a closed , hermetic and very dumb place, I was put in a waiting room and then taken into the boss's office where I "get hit with the baseball bat in the head" (no, not physically but intellectually and morally) , one of the greatest surprises of my life, the chief gave me to watch ( briefly) on a sheet that said that I am searched by the Hungarian Government for some events that happened in 2012, I realised immediately what could be the problem, the readers of Mybunker could realise themselves right away, in 2012 I had an verbal altercation with a Hungarian civilian dressed police-man , nothing happened, at one point I made a little mistake, I touched him with my hand (non-violent) to show him that he is dressed in civilian and consequently (in my opinion) he does not have the right to keep my identity card indefinitely, he grabbed my wrist and twisted my hand behind my back ... read the text before going on with this entire story , the text can be found to the Chapter called Fragments Of Counterculture - 2012, the text number 10 called The Moebius Band (for catching flies).
The Sodomite ? Yes, the one I called the sodomite, he was probably right after the events co-opted by the pigs from SRI, after a reciprocal blow -job they have passed to action , he was asked to lie in a sickening way about the events there, from his lies came out a process, I was searched and I did never presented ( unfortunately for me in all this time I never visited Romania and I did not called the place where my adress is ) and eventually, for fun, for Lulz, Sri thought to ask their children from Hungary to follow me at the international level, hence the episode I am recounting you right now.
Perhaps the mulatto was annoyed because of what I wrote here about him, because I called him the Sodomite and I used other and other offensive words against him, after all I was the assaulted one , I passed a night in jail because of him , I saw the great band Sepultura addressed the issue with the sodomite... the causes are definitely multiple, I will return to this later.
The sheet I saw there in that office enlightened my mind about some other details, the news scared me pretty terrible, the act of which I was accused is called in Hungary Rebellion (Ooo, really big name , it sounds a bit like conspiracy , subversion, sedition, mutiny, all for an argument with a "chicken") and I find out as well that the poor ludicrous guy said in his statement that I tried to use violence against him. I would have tried to hit him with my leg , at least he bordered to lie just a bit, to remain to the idea of attempting, here I have gained some strenght psychologically (I thought it can not be quite so seriously, beyond that, for actual violence you need proofs), here followed a home phone and then chaos and unbelievable insanity, imprisonment which lasted two months without a week.
I was placed in detention, inhuman conditions, a cold and empty room, I should invite Mr Hollande to spend there 48 ours, it's a blanket there, otherwise nothing, no window to the outside so you cannot know if it's night or day, you are given food twice a day in some stupid plastic containers and you're left to the toilet only if your desperate beating to the door is eventually heard by anyone. I spent the whole day there, in the evening I was transported somewhere else to sleep, misery, stress and cops talking loudly (deliberately) on the corridors, I ask somebody to tell everyone to speak more softly, she (because it was a she) told me very naughty that it is not a hotel there (!!!), then the next day I was taken back where I spent again the day, in the evening once again somewhere else for spending the night , a place more human this time , I forgot to say that the only cigarette I smoked in all this time was in the first hour of my arrest in the chief of the post office, otherwise nothing.
A cold and hostile attitude of the people there, everybody was pretending they do not know who I am, who their guest is, this continued the same , in the meanwhile I think they enriched themselves a little in information.
Monday morning, after 48 hours of arrest, the French law says you have to see a judge, I prepared all the weekend some ideas with which to defend myself, the most important of them was surprisingly MYBUNKER, the fact that I, a few days after the events I came here with a fresh and "objective" account about the events, I knew that because of the exceptional blindness and stupidity of the system, as an aside, this is what I really mean when talking about the Great Masquarade (partially at least) , the words of a Cop weigh more than mine, no matter how many studies I have, no matter who I am and what I represent.
Yet I thought, maybe the fact that my blog contains an immediately, "objective", cold story, (the reality was that when writting about the events that happened in Hungary in 2012 , I never knew that the case will continue with a process but this can not be proved ) will count, maybe these guys will realize that everything is a sinister farce staged in Romania, by the SRI, Gyor?
GEORGE, yes the miracle Romanian rat shepherd is gay there !
How easy seems everything here and how difficult there in the court room !!!
How deeply logical and transparent is everything here and how clogged and confused , how blind is everything there!
How obvious seem to be everything here and how impossible it seems everything when you are looking in the eyes at those poor blind people (yes the Roman dicton : "The justice is blind" , I think it is even worse it is THE absolute darkness) dressed in their robes full of airs and representing the "heavyness" of the state and of the system ! Representing the great masquerade !
If you are just a normal , poor guy you could collapse under the "blinding light " of the "authority" and feel guilty even being innocent. What beautiful robes ! "The court is in session ! " And all is based on a little ...sorry ...fart coming from somewhere from the East.
... In the meanwhile I meet with my public defender, bad luck, the only man in the universe without a smartphone (!), yet I gave him the address of my blog to search for it home, he find it and surprise - it would not be enough, but this at a later time :-)
They discussed about my release, a lady with some airs and with many personal questions about me and my life, where em I going, why traveling so much, if she reads this text than here is the answer
I dont have a life sweetheart, I am bounded , surrounded by secret agents for 11 years !
I dont know why, it seemed that my personal life would count very much , where em I going, why do I
travel so much, I could ask myself her why is she sucking black cocks yet I absteined, anyway she did not free me and set a new term for a new process, that's because I chose to make an appeal (that was wrong as a long term strategy - this kept me there for almost 2 month ), my ideea was to try to get out of prison there in France and not to go to Hungary. Why ? Because, excuse me, for me the eastern Europe seem a little toxic so to speak, a little clogged (do not forget I was born and I spent some 25 years there, I know what em I talking about), in addition doing jail in the East is very bad.
I was again put in handcuffs and taken to a new location, this time in a real prison where I remained about a month and three weeks. " Luxurious" , new (made in 2009), private, I was very lucky in a way, a kind of a "motel", two people in the room, shower and toilet inside as well, multichannel Samsung Tv, movies channels, music channels, something completely different from the cold and Dickensian room where I was taken after my arrest, I have to rush a bit because this story extends to infinity, I was there as I said a month and 3 weeks, I had about 5 roommates (that is because some are liberated very quickly, they stay there till the first trial, where they are relesead), I spent about two weeks on the "Arrival" level .
Then I was taken to a "deeper" level, not a big difference, I must say it was overall quite ok, fortunately only one room-mate was retarded and obviously I quarreled with him, the rest was ok, I have to say that I felt protected by various forces, as outside - there were two trips to the air a day - called "promenades" I've seen quite a lot of violence (well, it was this case almost always orchestrated by SRI) but that I was not never involved in any events, of any kind, otherwise some friends and some aid there, I was helped with tobacco, a lot of tobacco, in jail if you do not smoke you are going crazy, you have the right to some money, I did some shopping, I ate chocolate, drank Coca Cola (occasionally) and I smoked Camel there, not so bad in the end.
As an late aside, an addition , there I learned that, just as in life, if you have some money you can live pretty good . Basically there exist a booklet with things you can buy , food about as much as a grocery store, Home-Cinemas or Hipersofisticate audio systems , if you have money you live in luxury, you can cook whatever you want etc, if you dont have - you have to do it only with the social support - but there is something.
In the meantime lawsuits over lawsuits and rejections over rejections, another judge who has been placed there specifically to give me illusory hopes, briefly a woman who resembled the former wife of my father, nicknamed Mimi in the "family", there war some people nicknamed like that between prisoners , the SRI knows pretty much about my family , Sri is a family bussiness as well, the idea was that the real Mimi, when we met, (my father and this lady remained friends after being separated) was telling me everytime we were going to our homes "Ceao", something Italian, that was probably something ment to give me hopes, illusions there in prison, I thought all the time some day the joke will end and I will go out of that hell (even if it have "good life conditions ") and return to Italy.
That would be the sequence, they dont released me, I appeal again, we see again in about 4 or 5 days. Unlike the human condition from the jail, the transport conditions have been incredibly bad, I was arrested in Perpignan but closed in prison in a small town called BEZIERS, the trial was to Montpellier (something with Lia yes), about 80 km between the two cities, I had jeandarms driving with 170 km per hour, a funny detail, once I was transported to Montpellier, there were two cars going the same way, there was someone who had no connection with me transported in the same direction as me , 150...160 km/h , the flashing beacons were turned on, something extreme, I felt like a terrorist, something surrealistic , I thought about that boy who fired the gun at the Bataclan theater, perhaps he could be transported in such conditions, at high speed on a motorway fast lane with the hazard warning lights turned on and a series of two cars, I never did anything more than touching on a shirt a stupid cop. The eternal idiocy the system is languishing!
Something else ? The French jeandarms have a variety of pickups you enter and then inside is some kind of kennels, something like two cabinets, you have to go in there handcuffed, they close you there, there is a 'chair' there and nothing else, the car is speeding, you are bumping your head against the door, I swore to myself that if I will ever go out I'll take care of some details like this one, as for senators and governments, politicians and magistrates they have no idea about all this misery, this "parrots" have no clue what monstrosities the system is hiding, I saw that in Turkey happen indescribable things this days ...
Finally, the final appeal, I signed a paper, my trial was moved to Paris, I still had hopes, yet nothing positive ever happened , in the end , I was put on a plane and sent to Paris as a stopover before leaving in Hungary. There's a entirely different face of the penitentiaries, something uglier I have never seen, it is called Fresnes, I was put there for two days while waiting for the plane to Hungary, the name of the penitenciary should be read in French FREN as schizophrenic, a prison with 4,000 inmates being locked in 4 gigantic blocks , some 1,000 people in a building (I think ), 5 floors, small doors in wood, everything old, huge, sinister, when leaving the room I was see something like the Piranesi Carcers, something like a dark fiction, an interior building that seems to stretch to infinity, thousands of doors over 5 floors, a net against those who throw themselves, I understood that this building would have been made by Napoleon (!), I do not know, here are some pictures:
3 in the room, chaos, because I wanted to kill myself the Bosses have put in the room some shady people from Romania who were to leave with extradition in Romania in order to prevent me to kill myself, funny yes, some kind of a bodyguard with an arm as big as my head , a Mafia guy quite known in Romania, his role was to prevent me to kill myself, he annoyed me a little , yet I have to mostly forgive him because his purpose was apparently positive. The second, a putrid gypsy , the clone of an acquaintance , the gipsy have a medical amputated leg , yet in the same tome behaving like a chief there (this after the first, the giant left), something so stupid I have never seen before, anyway, I think he acted as a kind of a bodyguard as well a little , their thing was to prevent me killing myself, for the rest he was put there to check on me, he had to ask all the time to me to help him with various things, at the beginning I did it because he was fucking handicapped, in the end he started commanding a little more than normal, I cut his momentul a little without climbing to come to violence, after leaving the place I find out that his presence stay in a word game
- puscarie - that is penitenciary
- push carie - the one who push - that would have been me if I would have choosed some other way than inteligence and some kind of diplomacy.
After the first leaved another one came, another Romanian, finally something ok, something breathable,the crow was "stinking" something undescibable ...
After the first leaved another one came, another Romanian, finally something ok, something breathable,the crow was "stinking" something undescibable ...
I think the purpose of my visit there, ( as an aside I think they could find and buy as well some flights without break, or something with a break of 2 hours lets say from Monpellier to Wiena) was as me to see with my own eyes a real penitentiary this time, education, the real human desolation , well, now my very rich inner experiences gained there are shared today for you in public, the (funny) conclusion is that if you want to go to jail you would better choose a small and cozy (and private) jail, where you just click on a button near the door if you need something and someone will reply right away, the huge ones have no buttons they are like a kind of haunted , possessed places...
I was picked up to be sent to Hungary, second time in plane in less than 48 hours, three civilian police , inside without handcuffs, they put you on the back seat in the rearmost row, hard to notice anything, it was Austrian - that me made him happy, I was received in plane with Strauss waltzes , I went to Wien, then from there by car to Gyor, taken to a police station with nice police man that they gave me a soda and about 2 cigarettes, I stayed relaxed, without handcuffs, without eyes on me, then I was taken after to a detention center for sleeping, conditions quite ok, a very nice Romanian translator, a lovely women I said back then, I slept and then the process followed . The second day. At the trial, surprise, it appeared as a witness the big LIAR as well, his statement there has contradicted what I read on that little sheet from France, at the lawsuit he said that I tried to hit him with my fists, while on that paper is was written something with trying to hit him by foot , chaos ... it does not matter, since the morning I was instructed to plead guilty (!!!!!!!!), because that will free me on the same day instead of choosing "the same way as in France," saying a cop is lying is a very serious thing (:-) ), the process can take months, during this I would be imprisoned , fighting the sistem to death , fighting the injustices of the world, in addition, the train supervisors were all "objective" witnesses in the favor of the liar , no chance for me. The process was short, everyone in the room stared contemptuous to him because everybody knew he is lying and what huge amount of chaos came out of his small and petty lies, all this latrine planet know about this case , yet the French, "heroically" had to go all the way, then there followed what followed ...
A crazy Hungarian made somekind of a "pancake" (for putting in your mouths) and the France took it and munched it to the end , a big disappointment for me, a country that supports and go all the way by supporting and sustaining a big lie is by itself a big lie (remember this ).
As a curiosity read loosed these names Francois Hollande, Manuel Valls (PM) or Bernard Cazeneuve (Interior Minister French), you will easily see we are in the middle of a little conspiracy , I will translate you " he dies in the end, he dies between walls (in jail) or bear to be killed, crazy !
The names are not 100 & like that but very close to that !
Here it is, the last communist train towards the past, the last red fortress . URSS is gone, the communism is not dead, remember that in Milan, exactly in the station where you embark to "meet" Mada a newspaper called The Communist Fight is spreaded, the red pestilence is still here, it's everywhere, the plague is back in fashion again, journalists and writers are afraid of this term, the term is "obsolete", a language suitable for the history class, maybe I will do some Red Rats history as well... a bit later.
I do not comment much about the attacks that happened in France in the aftermath, I have nothing in common with them, I have no contact with any organization of any kind, as a curiosity for about two months I have no phone and no other means of communication which is good because in this island of madness it could keep me out of Guantanamo :-) .
I want to say something critical about our team as well , I am out of jail yet I am a bit soiled - I was innocent and it seems that after all, with great effort, with major interventions, with a great sense of euphoria our people released me from there. ..I think in my case, even if I I would have been guilty - taking into account that I spent some 11 years in some other kind of jail I should have been released, this is my logic, in fact even being innocent I escaped very difficult, almost at the limit, this is not a victory, this is a return to normality, a strange one, one with me having somewhere in Europe a suspended sentence...
That's it, what about our justice? What about the fact that the whole world knows the truth, did you ever seen this clip:
It was continuously played there in France on the music channel, what could we do ? Calling the mentals to confess in trials ? And if so are you thinking and talking about the little snakes ? How is the justice of the. 21th century when based on a lie they put a hand on your arm in a railway station and you are disappearing for two months and then you are released and it appears as a huge success while you CV is muddied forever, 8 months with suspension for touching a cop , a vestal virgins team cop (that is coming from the Ancient Rome, nobody could touch them), what can be said about all this parody, about the great masquerade?
Perpetrators, eh, it's complicated, I was arrested in Perpignan's, it is not by chance, Father son (per pui) remains without Gina there (Gean no ), Gina's the nickname of a movie star, if they remain without her that means I give her away, I give her to the SRi ...that is a word game here useless to try to translate , anyway is leading to the word jail. Well well well but I did not I moved to Perpignan, I was about to change the train there, why doing jail just for that ? Where got the guts a easy woman to take me like that that's a different question, I do not know, it is more complicated, let's find the culprit and No. 2 tenu, Face again, Mada, she's with the Hungarians. Probably she pay some debts from the past to me , otherwise obviously the great Ghita, the Pokemon of Ada , I see that this is making big noise in the press :-), I do not know , the final guilty thing would be my very destiny, it is to blame , so It was written and nobody can intefere between you and your destiny.
BY THE WAY, it is 18:24, Friday, 29 July 2016, this morning when I wake up I had the Police at my head, I already said here I have problems with the places I sleep here in the stinky Barcelona, nobody hears, it is
a sports hall there, nothing happens in the night there, yet in the morning when the porter arrive he is coming after me even if I am outside, at a corner of the space surrounding the place....well, this morning he called the Police, they were two of them, a male and a female , I was thinking what if I will be taken again out of the streets because they could be PUSHED to lie, what if they will say that I was violent ?
5. The life after the great masquerade, Umbrella Corporation strikes again :-)
I spent the night at Gyor, then the trial came and finally at 13.30 I was released from some handcuffs linked to a kind of belt which was on me , let me explain, I was girded with a belt (the second day the Hungarians Cops were not so nice as in the first), the belt had a strap eyelet made out of a variety of metal, I was handcuffed and the handcuffs were linked with the belt ...
I took the train straight to Wien where my old life was waiting for me.
I was quiet for about a week, I ate, I slept, I enjoyed the freedom, some joy and exuberance but pretty tempered ones, two months of hell have cut some of my joy of living, of being, I lost a bit of my wings, of my naivety and also of my courage, I tried to regenerate myself in the meanwhile, some 3 weeks have passed after my release and yet I am not fully restored ...
What's the deal with the Umbrella Corporation? By the way it is a real company, otherwise as long I was in jail I saw many movies, especially in the evenings, I have seen or reviewed the Mad Max series, the Terminator series (including ... Genesys) the Planet of the Apes series (well, France, isnt the France the country of the monkey Giani ?), other and other films and yet I must say that out of all I liked the most and I considered the closest to my heart The resident Evil series, isnt me the one who have a resident, a very EVIL resident, a parasite (Adriana) who is the mother of the idea of Evil? Try to see for ex. Extinction, After Life and Retribution, I had a lot of fun, to return to my private life, after about a week of vacation the archeopteryx crow returned angrier than ever , continuously hitting me, refusing to shut up , attacking all and everything , in other words super DOGS, well this is it, here are some pictures:
Is it so bad, her ass is stinking so bad ?
I am afraid the answer is yes.
The idea is that I'm tired, consumed, destroyed, this year has been for me kind of the hell level 9 as in Boticellis painting , hell on earth (ground ) and not underground in my case, maybe it's time for the stinker to be controlled a bit, the reality is that I kind of lost the goodwill and the patience and the will to resist indefinitely. In another regardf if you look on the map of hell made by Boticelli you will find at the penultimate level Judah and at the last one Lucifer, in my case we can expecting Judas to be a multiple one, and yes I kind of found Lucifer .
6. Closure
There's a little time left and the Internet closes, 10 min, I read once the whole text, it's pretty ok, let's do something now, to promise you that I will come back again this summer, lets say in August - could be even the beginning of September, the main idea is that I will come back here again with another text, maybe I'll have more time then, as for now I had 6 hours to write all the text , hours which are now about to flow, thank you for your patience and understanding, thank those who (I do not have information about it) in my absence asked maybe where em I , what is happening to me, maybe some found out what was happening and struggled to do something for me, I thank them now in blind, yet it's almost impossible to intervene, I am bounded by Gods...
There is nothing.
See you soon!
All the best !
Bye-bye!
Bonus , a little song for you:
The Prodigy - Their Law
1.57... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Testament
Introduction
Two words about this translation, as I very often told you I am not a professional translator and this kind of texts are very difficult (partially impossible to traslate ) even by a qualified translator, we speak here the Romanian Language, the real latin language, after the translation the result is something between a portrait and a simple caricature, I am afraid that you understand my words but you cannot see and understand much of my arguments...try it anyway, if you are new go after this text behind (save !), foreword it will be impossible (this is the last text), you fill soon find out this blog is unique.
Here starts (with remarkable aplomb :-)) the last text that will ever appear here on this blog, here it is , we arrived to the final conclusions, the final "quarrel", at my last thoughts, I have about 10 hours to write the two editions of this text, it is not quite enough, I came to Barcelona and this cut my momentum once again, I kind of remain silent here , it is a state of animality around, nevertheless here I am to finish what we have started many years ago. I must say that I am slightly "touched" by nostalgia when thinking about the beginnings, it was the "Monkeys" time (back then only in Romanian ) if you remember, I was naive and shy here back then, that changed, I was angry and impetuous here back then, that remained, here we are at the end , from my point of view the monkeys have involved in the meanwhile, maybe the road is back to the sea life, the ancestors of today's fish , who knows, we will see what if will be.
This blog is really a beautiful history, something that defines me, here I decanted the ugliness that came into me through the contact with the bads of Sri's, here was the Police office where I filed a complaint every time something seemed exaggerated, monstrous, inappropriate, out of place to me , the tribunal were you, those who watched all this incredible progress, the reality is that most of the time I was helped after complaining here about something, here my psyche has find it's right balance, a blog that was my psychoanalyst and confessor, I will return to "sing" this blog later. Now I have to say something very serious, very grave, Thursday morning , somewhere at 12 o'clock, 13 maybe, this blog will be deleted, as you know I'm going to commit suicide, I do not want anything to remain behind me, the footprints of my passing through here are in the consciousness of those who read my work here, once again, after Wednesday this blog will not be available any more for readers (as well as its clone). Save, copy, print, memorize :-), do whatever you want to remember that I was here, I was with you, probably you had fun at the beginning seeing the naivety of my approach here, a sincere, childlike and full of enthusiasm one , later I became more interesting but more silent and most secretive as well, in the end this blog generated some "real lights", sparks, now it's time for the final act, after this the curtain will fall, I assure you that even if begins banal and with endless phrases, this will be a luxurious representation, a unique and unrepeatable text, to speak the language of Darwin (because we were talking about monkeys).
I am now in Barcelona as I said, (kind of) my final destination, in passing it must be said that I am very pushed here, pressed to the exteme, they are throwing "crap" in me - in my mind, elements such as Adriana or Mada are enjoying the name and the resonance of this city name to try to defile everything, to finally destroy my mental balance, for the rest the Metro here works with interruptions if I am going to take a shower and there is no way to reach that point another way, there are holidays coming out from nowhere (they close everything, thing giving me big problems) and almost nobody ever helps you with a cigarette or with 50 cent.
That is a sin the people are coming here from everywhere to spend so much money in a place filled with blind people .
Speaking about my mental siege, I have to say I am continuosly trying to find solutions for everything , I am a little assisted and I have to thank those who help me here in hell, in the "soul asylum " being in my mind... with humor, with intelligence, with ludic spirit someone there is helping me to overcome the inferno created by these monsters, I thank those who assist me.
Good news ? Maybe in the end, maybe in the last hour, last minute, I don't think so , they give me ADA instead of A DA (give a she), the two versions are a little different, here it is , the unconsciousness , the irrational, the going down "in the head" attitude are winning once again, probably the effects of this unconsciousness will be global, a shock, a world that will become worse and darker , the things will slowly lose their meaning and the people their humanity .
About a week from the start of this text I'll give up my life and then it will be a unseen war, unfortunately the peace is me, Pui Cia (Pacea), it seems that they want to bury once again the peace and to put out the swords and that even if they are always inferior in science and informations, I saw that the SRIs agents despite the incredible failure, despite the grotesque fiasco from the "match" against me have great confidence in them, "they know now which is the catch", yes the catch is that all these were written around the time of Plato if not before, the dogs are coming from behind biting the dust !!!
The title, TESTAMENT does not refer to the metal band with the same name :-) , it is not a figure of speech and it is not something looking for dramatic effects, I am not trying to shake anybody's conscience , the title is a simple reference to the fact that here I will publish my latest intentions, my last words for the people, my desires, a few requests. Death is not something easy or cheap, you all know this, there are a lot of issues to resolve, I must leave them all in the care of other people, I need to find some "inheritors":-), to put here the list of culprits, other and other data and details.
What I've done in the meantime, well, I struggled, I battled, I carried my cross as they say (in my case this is something pretty literal), I made tours as usual, so these long years have passed , 4, 5 days somewhere, maybe a week, then a train without money and tickets, (blessed be as an aside the European railways, they allowed me to visit Europe in these years and to walk here and there without limits) then a few days somewhere else, I was in Milan that is decayed and fallen, it seems that it lost it's breath, it's soul and became something gray, another zombie city , then Vienna where I felt like being alone somehow, I felt somehow that the people there are hiding from me, maybe they are ashamed, the city name includes the idea of "car", yet nothing happened, then once again in Milan and now I'm back to Barcelona, what surrounds us is increasingly feeble and poor, everything is becoming weaker, Europe is like a man choked with the pillow, he still has some spasms but it is clear that it is dying, that's it.
Let's say two words about my mood, it's interesting what a man who has less than a week to live feels, you should take into consideration that nevertheless I am not an ordinary person but a special structure, a kind of a superhuman :-) made to withstand in the incredibly tough confrontation with the subhumans (and their exceptionally dirty behaviour) in this reversed game , in the match in which I am inferior in knowledge to them, anyway very superior morally and humanly, I am made to endure, made to find solutions to all, as for my mood you can "read" it between the lines of this text, I am deeply disappointed of almost evertything happens, at the same time I am positive and humorous, cold, of course, mathematical and calculated, I see death as a salvation , it looks like there is no another exit. I cannot explain you why but in the meantime I found out that this fits me very well, this is what I am - a suicidal , it is my logo, my "banner", if this is the only way I can get out of this mess, then be it .
The misery entered in my mind, it happened in that cursed city, Cologne, there the evil has come inside my mind, it made it's nest there, it interrogates me , it horrifies me, it hits me, it fills me with the "unbearable lightness of being ", grotesque, uglyness and hate, with unaesthetic, time to go!
Why I am not waiting any longer? Why I hasten? Let me give you a "coin" , the strange Romanian expression te grabesti meaning "you hurry" that once cut in pieces sais cigarette fish - further it means that I will suffocate with cigarettes. Why am I not patient ? Because I am tired of waiting, in the meanwhile I kind of lost my faith as well, "the rats" are never going to transfer the power to me, that's is the stake and not the beautiful women, it was me giving the beautiful women to them, I don't think they are so greedy to refuse giving back something , yet the bet is not the flesh but the transfer of power, these guys are rightfully afraid of me, I am the most particular individual ever , this even among those of the same kind with me. Otherwise, the academic quarter, consider the ZA a day, and the years hours , the result is that the academic quarter would be some three months, I was pleased to wait about 6, now it is enough, that's all I could deliver.
A paradox, what would you do in my position? I promised here that it will be carnage, massacre in the end (it was in the beginning and it will be more ) , that I will take the leaders of this operation and we will show them at the public , we will uncover them, we will unmask them, we will expose them in public, the question nevertheless is what if there is an intention of a last minute save , am I not burying myself alone ? Maybe, I no longer believe in them and in addition the dead do not write texts, once I died I will be no longer able to come and bring the scum here, if they were trying to escape the exposure then maybe they would have rushed, yet nothing , that means that they have no concerns about exposure, it is called power (in the basement, most certainly), the relationship between power and you is not a democratic one . And if you will find them grotesque, crooked, pigs, infamous what will you do? Can you do anything? Will you demonstrate on the streets against the anonymous leaders of various intelligence services ? Let's not be ridiculous, otherwise, it is the very structure of the Masonry, if your mouth is too big then you die , that's about it, the son is blind and that's it.
I will expose them here in a proportion even so, what will happen after is the will of God.
My suicide somewhere on Spanish territory (it will be on the border with France) shall not be interpreted as an anti-Spanish manifesto, anti Barcelona, I came here for the heat, because I have internet for this text, for practical reasons (although it is a huge disaster and dissapointment at the same time), this place is just another place on the map, people here can do nothing anyway, either for better or for worse, some are too small to matter (I am in very top hands)...
My suicide somewhere on Spanish territory (it will be on the border with France) shall not be interpreted as an anti-Spanish manifesto, anti Barcelona, I came here for the heat, because I have internet for this text, for practical reasons (although it is a huge disaster and dissapointment at the same time), this place is just another place on the map, people here can do nothing anyway, either for better or for worse, some are too small to matter (I am in very top hands)...
"The King dressed in rags", here's a phrase that defines very well my life, a "number" in disguise, traveling incognito among the people to see what they have for me, I came alone, without the "Praetorian Guard" (it's nevertheless something), -I was born among apparently simple people , lost somewhere in the vastness of the Eastern bloc in the cold war, I grew seemingly trivial, I continued paying sadly what was not my fault , then I have become a stupid intellectual by munching thousands of tomes that have no truth inside, they only take you further through a morbid and decayed web of lies , then I got to a point where I asked you what you have for me?
The answer was provided by a dark institution called SRI, mental batting, stench, toilet, impertinence, greed, arrogance, frenzy audacity to some, it seems that this world is a huge toilet or maybe only the "bugs" that inhabit it are sick, the answer is weird, the blind gathered and they have provided me with a memorable lesson about staring in the toilet, the good it does not appears to matter, that idea is I should get something for the both sides, the ZA and the bad for the bad side , my heritage and the beautiful women for the good side , well, the good seems that it will remain unpaid, we will discuss the debts differently ...
What ideas inhabit me in these moments, what I'm thinking about? Well, I must say that my whole thinking is polluted by those who are there, in this way I can tell you that our disputes are located in the dark area, there where we do not know, it is there our thoughts and our hopes are going , I must say they have their own hopes (!) even if what they did up here and what they are about to seal the next Friday is one of the largest profanity ever done under the sun. Yet they trust themselves , they have their "metals", they count on me and on my war with myself, maybe in the end I will become a whole" once again and I will finally end these bastards . We don't need them too much from now on , the machinery became an ridiculous enterprise lately , I think it is still working but it have only one exit, on the other we play roulette, if you are liked by the rats and that could mean that you are weak and ready for concessions you will receive your price , if not you will die inside, such a thing is ridiculous, who invented all this needs no half measured people but pure, complete fighters, ones without concessions and weaknesses.
Trifles, I need some help, I eat badly, recently they put pork every day in the food in the place where I eat in the morning, it's grotesque, "I am not a pig in the mouth" (if you know what I mean), by the way I have a bag of pus in the mouth - taken from some Italian charity , it does not pass, yes - a commercial for Pizza, I am a little too besieged now in the end, Adriana's pestilential, I have problems with the security guards from the Sants station, the place I sleep , it is a Sports Arena there - problems once again (!), the details - there I am bitten the worst , I wake up in the morning with Police at the head ( it happened this morning), I may deserve a little more help, after all I'm a dying man, I do not see why they are particularly filthy now, this makes no sense now ...
Anything else, no music , bad luck with my name , otherwise, if anything will occur along the way I'll feel free to add it later.
Anything else, no music , bad luck with my name , otherwise, if anything will occur along the way I'll feel free to add it later.
Content
1. Testament
2. Pillor of shame , where you will know the real culprits to get acquainted with what happens
(Why my own family is killing me ?)
3. Tales from the 12 years of captivity (something like a map)
4. The speaking plate, so Spoke the food
5. The pray of a Samurai, I have to ask assistance during my suicide
6. What I would like to happen after my death, heads and performers
7. Charity, 10 concepts untied, a fragment of my sacrifice for you for free, secret data made public
8. Ode to Mybunker
9. Who I Am.
10. My legacy and my last words to you
5. The pray of a Samurai, I have to ask assistance during my suicide
6. What I would like to happen after my death, heads and performers
7. Charity, 10 concepts untied, a fragment of my sacrifice for you for free, secret data made public
8. Ode to Mybunker
9. Who I Am.
10. My legacy and my last words to you
1. Testament
a) I want my death not to become a media "circus", not to be exposed in the media, not to become event for television or radio, to remain secret and intimate.
b) Oddly, I will not indicate here if I want my remains to be buried or cremated (lower I will give you more details !) , what I want with any price is that they to be guarded until the last moment, my body must not be subjected to interferences, the autopsy is this one- I'll choke because of the nicotine, there is a possibility my heart to fail as well.
c) My body does not have to go in Romania, in principle, it is best to be buried where I die - paradoxically there is a cemetery nearby, somewhere on the border between Spain and France (between Port Bou and Cerber ), where the money for a burial place should come ? Well, there are a lot of people with money involved in all this, endless Hollywood millionaires, they can buy a burial place for me I think, at least that they can do .
My address on the ID is Mun. Hunedoara County. Hunedoara, Street Zlasti 37. I have to ask to not be brought there, that are the ones who have killed me in Za!
d) My death with nicotine or other drugs (if I fail the first attempt, I will continue to the end, I will repeat the attempt) I should not be taken into ridiculous and made subject of stupid discussion like "about the harmfulness of nicotine" or about the possible restriction to public access for different medicines!
e) I will very likely leave behind a girl, she is called Sara DeNigris, she lives with her mother in Italy, last time they were living in a town called Giusano, as seen the daughter's name is a coarse translation ( seemingly unknowing as well ), of my name , Christmas - cra son, two crows - 2 nigris. I have already placed her in the care of God, I must place her in the charge of all good men and women, she could have been born in order to the evil to mock what remains of me, to defile me, her mother as you know is something animalistic, second place after Adriana, something unspeakable, as shown the poor girl is a hybrid between a man and a "demon from hell, "between me and one of my main stinkers, one of great cunning and malice (she is lying always), some day somebody please show her this text , tell her I love her and that somehow we will meet someday !
f) My financial debts (or less) to be paid, they know who it is and what amouts I have to pay , there are some amounts I have to pay directly at the SRI bosses etc, I want the debts to be paid 10 times as much as the amount was, if you do not need the money give it to charity centers! Where the cash have to come from ? From those I gave a lot of money . Anyway we are speaking about very small amounts !
g) I have a folder with documents, personal photos, a memory card with photos and other personal items that are in Simeria to Vasile Robu, they must be destroyed! Even the pictures, if they all killing me there is no need for sentimentality bullshit !
2. Pillor of shame , where you will know the real culprits to get acquainted with what happens
(Why my own family is killing me ?)
Let me show you now those who lead the hostilities, the first and most important "boss " is obviously my cousin from the country, her name is Chete (born Henzel) Liliana called LIA, apparently a normal woman , a country girl with a normal destiny , she was married twice and she has two children, she struggled in the post-communist era for a better life like everyone else, she is a seamstress or something and I was very close to her in my childhood .
Well, in secret she is the head of NSA as well , her nickname LIA can be found in the names of almost all the actors from Hollywood, her name is Angelina JoLIE in JuLIA Roberts, LIAm Neeson in LIAM Hemsworth, in Ray LIOtta, in JuLIA Ormond, et cetera I think you understand that it is useless to continue.
She was the one being responsable for my case, mental, she is the "bulibasa" of SRI on American territory , she stays above the very licentious establishment called Hollywood , she is the one who now refuse to give me what am I entitled to. As a side note, the Hollywood have falled very low under her management, it declined morally and falled in terms of arts, there are less and less good movies every year, now they will raise to the extreme and they will become Bollywood , that means the ones who are killing , liquidate (ud =wet) a boy, maybe from now on they should sing one song in all the films they do, precisely like the Indians from Bollywood (now they are about to become Indians).
For these reasons I will now give you a coin , see that word devil , Diavolul in Romanian (the better version as always ) , DIO V to LAL, Dau(give) V(girl) to LAL , the one who gave the girls from Hollywood to Lali, yes the Romanian shepard. She along with my uncle Robu Vasile (about the same reading Bad Son - V inside the ZA) and my cousin Adelina Sabau - with za boy , were giving the girls to LALI , they are responsible for providing the girls from Hollywood to the puppies. At the same time they are refusing to give me what is mine.
Let's go back to Lia, she is the sister of the "Japanese" Henzel Sorin, the one whom my Dad was calling White Eyes, I never knew why . Why ? Because he , through Angela, is keeping his eyes on the whites in Germany . I think he or his sister never visited America, yet they lead America via Hollyhood through mental ways, Obama's hers (via Gwineth), the actresses were reversed and turned against me, she is responsible for many weird things spent on American soil, Guantánamo, that's kind of a caricature of what was happening to me (pizza and American films at the end), many other things.
There is no point to continue very much, the war between us will not happen here, these guys do not care about being written here, so it's useless. About Robu (SRI pure, she's on the American side) I have told you some things , Alin and Adelina Sabau, these guys are primarily responsible for the situation in which I am right now, a situation that eventually will lead to my suicide.
Why I am not harshest than that ? Because in the meantime I understood much more, I paid them already a part for this in advance, there will be another part after, I am the one being extremely bad with the bad ones, I can be worse than them, there time will come once again.
It's a shame, a very miserable family, a family that kills one of its members for something as miserable as the power, with me up they lose part of the responsibilities and they do not like that, they don't like me, I am too harsh, too clean, I do not run after money, I'm not attracted by the charms of easy women, I am inhuman in the positive sense and therefore I am treated inhumanely in the negative sense, I do not have too many weaknesses, I'm not easy to fool, I do not have doubts about myself, I do not negotiate, I'm not a team guy, I do not give up, I'm not GHITA.
That's why they are killing me, they are killing me because they are weak, corrupt and they are all that stands in antithesis to what I said above about me , they cannot go with me , they are already kind of "friends" with the team in charge UP, cooperating, with me it would be much more difficult even if I'm one of the family.
I'm accusing them of being the devil , yet these things are written in their names, yes, the number 666 can be written on the neck of that hypothetical child who is born with that number, we are still responsible for what we do.
If I die then will be eternal war, they still do not know what that means!
I'm accusing them of being the devil , yet these things are written in their names, yes, the number 666 can be written on the neck of that hypothetical child who is born with that number, we are still responsible for what we do.
If I die then will be eternal war, they still do not know what that means!
3. Tales from the 12 years of captivity (something like a map)
As you know all began in October 2003, in Bucharest Fire club, I have said all these things here before, maybe I am a little repetitive and boring, but I still have to do it, it all started in an cursed evening between inept philosophers and Romanian musicians (it was Cargo then), one evening when me atypically, drank much, then, from there, I went home accompanied by a human dog, a gispy , a bitch I never escaped. It came a period in which I tried to get rid of her , I was throwing her out for various reasons and she was caming back every time and (like magic) I was receiving her every time back (I was already "driven" mentally), I was "blind" then :-), the role of the gipsy was to open my eyes to show how miserable she is, Cinderella (it is actually about her ), I got her, I dressed her and I fed her and she stinked me back so to speak, it is a lesson that !
Then she ate my money, back then she had no money, after a year and 7 months I finally arrived in Canada and there I throwed her out in the end, very late, yet I coud not do anything , I was integrated (all blindly) in an immigration process, back then I did not noticed that I am going exactly to her home, to her and her hideous son , can and Ada, CANADA. A Break, the discontinuity ... in fact there was not a real break, the dirty Gypsy was always close to me, she was there all the time, I was working part time as a security guard to the Hebrews, haha, somewhat more ironical than that it is impossible, me safety to the Hebrews ? The Wolf guarding for sheeps is insufficiently accurate ! I survived, my life has dragged on for a year and about 8 months before, as you know, what came after was the story with the great present for my birthday on March 26th, my za back, the renewing day.
I remember I resisted very bad to the pressure back then , it was the second beggining, I ran to a hospital saying simply that I feel seek , without giving any details about which way, without saying anything about my pursuers, I was taken blood and then admitted (correctly!) to the psychiatry :-) , where I sat and played ping-pong (real) about two weeks, from there I made phone calls to relatives and friends, I got money for a plane "home". I arrived in Romania , I sold my studio, I thought I would die because of the drugs being in my food (I did not know back then what is the cause), I stayed in bed sick for a month and a half, I got up very hard from down and I went through the city to buy food supporting the walls, about so "hard-core" it was the second debut of everything . I was convinced that 's the end, well, it was not so.
The year was 2007. In the fall, again in "blind", I went back in Canada where the dog and Ada are obviously all-powerful, that is more like stench then power, anyway for the one inside the result is hell . I was beaten there (it happened only one time in the 12 years), the moral author seems to have been the criminal puppy Ghita, the miracle shepherd of the Romanians, one of the most ridiculous beasts of all times, then I started losing money accelerated, in two - three months after my arrival there I got broke. December 2007 was the month.
I stayed on the social, I slept in my damaged car Dodge, I lived a short time at the Salvation Army, then in the spring of 2008 I returned to Europe and Europe have remained forever. 2008 was odd, Europe have depressurized (much quieter compared to Canada) me , the year passed among visits home, I was going in Romania, asking for money to friends and family and then I was coming over here, to the west, the money went quickly and then return to where I left. At the end of the year I have "failed" to Deva, there I passed the New Years eve.
In 2009 I settled in Vienna, it was the year of Vienna, from there (once again!) I was going very often in Romania, a time when I was not seeing and understanding that country at all, I was asking for little coins in West station to eat twice a day, I had a "nest" in the basement of a building there, the place was always open . 2010 continued the same, at a point something strange happened, I was coming from Romania, in Budapest a handicaped from Romania (he was physically lame) gave me a card with an address from Italy, from Milan telling me that there I will find help, showers, food etc, I met with Mada in the meantime, and then I went there.
From this point it appears that the hell was going to open (I started to eat at the Franciscans, not knowing back than that Franciscan is about a Frech Can (dog) and that is precisely my ennemy Gheorghe ), there I apparently lose my "girls" , it is false nevertheless, they were written to be lost, see again the name of the chief , Cheta means asking for money (not begging but asking ) Liliana Lali she goes - the result is the same . Anything I would have done the result would have been the same (except to be very careful with my own money - but this you can only see when you start to have real problems). I went to Milan and stayed there 3-4 years, I played chess, I traveled often in all sorts of places, locally and internationally, then, in the end I realized that's not good there, I went to Belgium, another disappointment and here we arrive at present ....
I had many achievements in all these years, I went through some very beautiful places, I was almost every summer at the seaside, I visited all and here we arrived at the end.
I write in high speed, maybe it sounds a bit trivial, I wanted something classy for the final, unfortunately I started writing this text Wednesday and it should finished on Tuesday, there are many things to mention, some were been already narrated here , the "miracle" from Trieste (the one that resulted in the movie "La grande Belezza"), the magic moments at the seaside, my daring and heroic travels (without a dime ) to Oslo, Stockholm and especially Lisbon, Thessaloniki or Sevilla.
4. The speaking plate , so Spoke the food
The title of this topic is evidently sarcastic, a speaking plate or so Spoke the food, a Nietzschean formula in the second part of the expression as you see, Farfuridi and Brânzovenescu (not known for the English reading public, from Caragiale , the Romanian Dramaturg and Comic , there are two names of two characters who once split in peaces give as something like " giving plates to him with him in chains and "doing" the girls from behind :-) ) , beyond that this topic succeeds somehow the one above , let's not forget that we are dealing with the SRI here , what I'm trying to do here is to reject the idea that they are entitled to do what they do (deny the "car" to me ) on the ground of alimentation (something ridiculous), in other words "if I give the mouth to them , they don't have to give it to me."
The title of this topic is evidently sarcastic, a speaking plate or so Spoke the food, a Nietzschean formula in the second part of the expression as you see, Farfuridi and Brânzovenescu (not known for the English reading public, from Caragiale , the Romanian Dramaturg and Comic , there are two names of two characters who once split in peaces give as something like " giving plates to him with him in chains and "doing" the girls from behind :-) ) , beyond that this topic succeeds somehow the one above , let's not forget that we are dealing with the SRI here , what I'm trying to do here is to reject the idea that they are entitled to do what they do (deny the "car" to me ) on the ground of alimentation (something ridiculous), in other words "if I give the mouth to them , they don't have to give it to me."
This test is not about the menu despite what they could (all this is coming because Romanian means eating bad ) think and even if it would be about the menu then the result is to their detriment in the overall picture, if we are walking on the timeline above you will find that I ate the first two years on my own money, then (except Salvation Army - about two weeks) the Europe followed and the aid of my family -this was 2008, a year and a half I have eaten coins from the people from Wien and only then the 3 -4 years of Italy where they gather about 2, 2 years and a half of "assistance" to me ( the tourism is deducted) overall, including almost all the Charities where I've ever eaten, the proportion between the food from charities and the one on money is something between 1/3 and 2 /5. Something like that. In these conditions the reasoning - I did not saw LIA because I ate in Italy (something like - if we eat together at the table we cannot see each other it's absurd, it is ridiculous. That would be all.
5. The prayer of a Samurai , I have to ask assistance during my suicide
The details of my suicide are simple, normal I should not talk about them here, it's indecent, yet I must make you understand something so I have to right a few words about it. I decided to take my life with poison, it's simple, it's a very high dose, normally I should be finished very quickly, well, let us not forget that I have to deal with people who have telekinetic abilities (telephatic as well), the result is I'm afraid that this process should not be somehow influenced by them , if the first method will fail I will move on to drugs, an overdose, if it will fail then I will have to kill myself repeating the two attempts or throwing me from heights thing I want to avoid - here is the reason I write this topic.
The details of my suicide are simple, normal I should not talk about them here, it's indecent, yet I must make you understand something so I have to right a few words about it. I decided to take my life with poison, it's simple, it's a very high dose, normally I should be finished very quickly, well, let us not forget that I have to deal with people who have telekinetic abilities (telephatic as well), the result is I'm afraid that this process should not be somehow influenced by them , if the first method will fail I will move on to drugs, an overdose, if it will fail then I will have to kill myself repeating the two attempts or throwing me from heights thing I want to avoid - here is the reason I write this topic.
The only solution is to ask for assistance from the "eyes who watch everything " , the ones being above the entire process, it is a small request , if they can not save me (I do not ask them that) then at least to "second" me when I die, something like the samurai, when the samurai made their harakiri there usually have been a second person in the back, someone they found trustworthy , someone whose job was to behead the suicidal if the attempt fail or reached a lamentable stage, the idea is I do not want to be left in the hands of the Gypsies while I am killing my self, to allow them to play with me even when I die, maybe they make the things to disappear, the substances to change their composition, et cetera, as you may understand I have to ask the removal of the puppies and bitches off me in the final hour, some decency , it is a favour as well, if not then I will have to die like a dog by rending my body, I did not lived like a dog and therefore I dont wanna die like a dog.
The request is very solemn, I rephrase, I ask those who watch over the entire operation to assist me in the final hour, to keep the evil to interfere between me and the means with which I intend to work ! If I will be to die unworthily, indecent then that will certainly mean a break between us, a rupture very difficult to repair.
6. What I would like to happen after my death, heads and performers
This game should work following some rules, those involved should respect the rules, the traditional modus operandi , well, here it does not happen so therefore I must ask for the replacement of all heads involved in this operation ! Easy to say kinda hard to do it, this means moving to another country SRI-uli, on the other hand, if they remain with the same levels in powers and science they will keep leading, how this could be done in practice? I do not know, I'll take care of it.
This game should work following some rules, those involved should respect the rules, the traditional modus operandi , well, here it does not happen so therefore I must ask for the replacement of all heads involved in this operation ! Easy to say kinda hard to do it, this means moving to another country SRI-uli, on the other hand, if they remain with the same levels in powers and science they will keep leading, how this could be done in practice? I do not know, I'll take care of it.
Performers, there is a top 3 - they should be sent urgently to me, Ada first place, second place Ghita 3 Mada ... after them is Giani, Costel, Ninel, Ovid, Hana (a name which did not appear here), Morar brothers (these guys were and positive contributions), Leo Ancuta, Claudiu Stavila, et cetera
You know them , I've enumerated them here many times, otherwise I think the things are already established, the developments are already "written" by the hand that wrote them all, anyway, once again, on the ones being very in front, I want to have the pleasure of meeting them soon.
7. Charity, 10 concepts untied, a fragment of my sacrifice for you for free, secret data made public
1. Decade, Ada da ass (like Adidas), Ada gives me ass (she is stinking me ), well, unfortunately we are at 12 and a half years, if nobody stops them they no longer respect anything, the reality is there are some paradoxes in the "holy scripture" as well ...
2. Reconciliation, this is a very important concept for what is happening here, bad dog give Lia the bad girl, so lia give my girls go to dogs, here is a second reading (attention I am using the Romanian , more pure version of the word), / SS SON (up son) die again, here is a paradox , I must admit it's weird, if I die again then it is war and not reconciliation ... / up son (me) Lia bad
3. Millenium - blowjob you not me, it seems that we are close (blowjob is not sexually but about giving informations)
2. Reconciliation, this is a very important concept for what is happening here, bad dog give Lia the bad girl, so lia give my girls go to dogs, here is a second reading (attention I am using the Romanian , more pure version of the word), / SS SON (up son) die again, here is a paradox , I must admit it's weird, if I die again then it is war and not reconciliation ... / up son (me) Lia bad
3. Millenium - blowjob you not me, it seems that we are close (blowjob is not sexually but about giving informations)
4. To strangle, A strangula in Romanian, anyway is there in English as well, Traian girl , Ass Traian girl in Romanian, as you know Adriana is the daughter of Trajan, a clone of the most famous Traian Basescu, yet Basescu appears that he did not liked Ada ( the Romanian public can remember the episode with the "Gypsy " at the TV ) and therefore she entered my mind and made me swear him and considering him guilty of what happened.
5. We are the successors of Rome, haha this is the funniest and the most painful of all perhaps, you have a nigger (a gipsy sometimes ) in front and then you are going quietly on his footsteps (Rome , like the city of Rome means gipsy as well in contradiction with the word Roman which is the opposite of the city RomaNo), as an example let us consider the case of this team which had me in charge, that is Ada, a gipsy , then her masonic " son "Ghita and then the rest. The rest are white. Ada is partially gypsy, the rest are Romanians. Here is a case of succeding the Roma in the bad sense, as for us, we are the descendants of Rome in another sense, we are dispersed everywhere, we follow our destiny, maybe we don't have the best generation ever, anyhow, if you will keep following the Rrome that will drive you to perdition in the end.
5. We are the successors of Rome, haha this is the funniest and the most painful of all perhaps, you have a nigger (a gipsy sometimes ) in front and then you are going quietly on his footsteps (Rome , like the city of Rome means gipsy as well in contradiction with the word Roman which is the opposite of the city RomaNo), as an example let us consider the case of this team which had me in charge, that is Ada, a gipsy , then her masonic " son "Ghita and then the rest. The rest are white. Ada is partially gypsy, the rest are Romanians. Here is a case of succeding the Roma in the bad sense, as for us, we are the descendants of Rome in another sense, we are dispersed everywhere, we follow our destiny, maybe we don't have the best generation ever, anyhow, if you will keep following the Rrome that will drive you to perdition in the end.
6. Oracle of Delphi, here is a plural reading / the bad "horse" to be given to Adele son (Gheorghe) / bad "horse" from L.A. to Loli son (me) / He Son Greece (Elada) Old town (our town) / / there are other readings ...
7 . Ametit de cap means stunned , hit in the head, as you may see in Romanian the word includes the particle TITU which is her town.
8. Thursday after Miercurea Ciuc - how to explain you in Romania there is a city called something like Wednesday CIUC (ciuc itself is not important), after that there is a funny and jocular expression which sais "thursday after wednesday ciuc" and that means never (because is thursday but not after a wednesday but after the wednesday CIUC). Ok ? Now, I just find out that the name of the actual prime minister of Spain , on his name mr. Mariano Rajoy is a trivial anagram after this expression. Why ? Because they knew that I will come here for the end and they told me to not expect anything. A, are you curious who told them that , who told them about the end, my own end, that is a different story.
8. Thursday after Miercurea Ciuc - how to explain you in Romania there is a city called something like Wednesday CIUC (ciuc itself is not important), after that there is a funny and jocular expression which sais "thursday after wednesday ciuc" and that means never (because is thursday but not after a wednesday but after the wednesday CIUC). Ok ? Now, I just find out that the name of the actual prime minister of Spain , on his name mr. Mariano Rajoy is a trivial anagram after this expression. Why ? Because they knew that I will come here for the end and they told me to not expect anything. A, are you curious who told them that , who told them about the end, my own end, that is a different story.
9. Let me tell you something now, before coming here I did a tour through Switzerland to raise some money, some metals , as you may know the suicide costs money , I had no where to take some coins, there's a little more quiet and the people have money (unlike Barcelona the people are nice and they are ready to help you), I gathered in one day about 20 francs, I don't need much more, on the train back to Milan somebody threw me a very important coin, how you say help in French? AIDE Well, now see this SUICIDE, this sounds like Suiss aide, Swiss Aide.
10. Elysian Fields, something hopeful, campiile elizee in Romanian , Cani pui LOLI za, there will be somebody who is the son of Loli and him will be kept in chains by a dog called Lali, for the rest I hope I will go there, I mean I am there but in the analytical sense of the expression.
10. Elysian Fields, something hopeful, campiile elizee in Romanian , Cani pui LOLI za, there will be somebody who is the son of Loli and him will be kept in chains by a dog called Lali, for the rest I hope I will go there, I mean I am there but in the analytical sense of the expression.
8. Ode to My Bunker
The writing is the only relief in some cases, the only exit, the only medicine, the only solution, as I said above the writing was my confessor and my psychoanalyst, there are some things we can tell better to the strangers, maybe it's something naive in this, when the close ones , the relatives are not worthing anything we put our hopes in remote people, hoping that there is someone out there who cares a bit , here it is , from time to time , from place to place there is somebody who cares.
Mybunker is nearing it's completion, it's time to sing it , to praise it, it's time to say that he's my "seriousness" , here I put aside my childish part, my frivolity, this site was my metronome, from about 3- 4 years I am writing a text every month, I did everything I did guiding myself after the timing of these texts, among them I traveled, I lived, sometimes I changed something. Between these texts I have lived my life in misery, it's something that reminds me of Machiavelli who , during the evenings was putting his peasant clothes aside, during the day he was travelling among the peasants and he was wearing normal clothing (still, he was not a peason himself), in the evening he put expensive clothing because he was reading Plato, he was about to meet with the great ones, well, here on Mybunker I came in expensive clothes , I put aside any miserable part , unfortunately I had sometimes to get "down" a little, if you are watching above- in this text, unfortunately there is the word toilet, it's horrifying, well, the fighting against the rats is one of annihilation, it is more than life and death.
So sometimes I put some gum boots a little, however, largely this was a luxury representation made with clean resources, pure soul and crystal clear intentions.
Here I decanted, here I exploded, this is instead of a submachine gun, do not be naive, you will never kill the heads , the leaders, the real leaders are in Romania at the country, they clean the yard, sweep up children, there is the evil, so it was written to be. Here I was with Plato, I mentioned him above, this was the world of my pure ideas, my ideal world, this was my Utopia , this little blog was my best friend, here I am, being a poet and not seeing the practice, I have to thank those who made the Internet, to the site BLOGGER.COM(congratulations!), I have to thank everyone who kept this place relatively untouched by evil, do you imagine? I was prey to thieves and brigands, I was attacked, soiled, chased, stolen et cetera, during this the interferences against my blog have remained minor, you've seen them sometimes, here was the place where I had to take them UP, there is something saint in this but you do not know, they could not therefore had access to this place because this little place from the internet is bigger than any church , this is the place where I took the CRIST-ii Up, SUS .
That's it, thinking what to say, I remembered the song called "to the unknown man" by Vangelis, so be it, sacrifice, time, intelligence and a share from my suffering for the unknown man!
My Bunker stayed instead of a house for me, around the time when I built this little blog I was already homeless , here I came in, I remove my shoes, I washed my self the way the Muslims are doing it when entering the mosque and I have written, what I have written was written with respect, trust and honesty always. Yet the dead did not need houses, we will soon separate my "beloved virtual friend "!
9. Who I Am.
I am a being who has a soul, beyond this I am this soul's journey into the world, the way he is soaked with experiences, with feelings, here is a small list with defining role:
I am the son of John and Helen Craciun (Christmas :-) ), I was born on March 26, 1978 in a hospital around 6 o'clock in the afternoon (as I remember), I was not breastfed, I never sucked the bosom of my mother, I grew up drinking milk made out of some kind of milk powder called Humana, I was raised mostly by my father, I had a neighbor called Simona whose door was always open, I was running away very oftenly from home to go to her, there my partents found me all the time, with Dana and Simona, I read at 4 years perfectly, I played the accordion at 5 years (it was the only way to make me Cra son, or the only way found by my Dad), I was a laureate of a festival called The Chanting of Romania, the national stage (1st in the country) at the accordion, I had second the place in my county (Hunedoara) singing piano and I had a music teacher at the school who was calling me "muzicus" (the music boy).
I grew up at the countryside as well, there I spent all my holidays, unfortunately there are the people who I am writing at to topic number two, I was a child treated perfectly, having a wonderful childhood (I was not touched by anyone), I used various devices to do gunshot like sounds (like so many others ), as a child I played mostly with girls, in my area there were not many boys of my age (some who were coming in vacations to the grandparents), I was the one telling stories in the class hours (first years) and the children listened with great joy and pleasure (others were catcall), I knew many jokes as a child and I spent endless hours at the country telling jokes with other boys.
I was called "little bolt" by a lady from the sea (in Mamaia ), I was close to drown in a pool of children in a small resort near Deva (Geoagiu), I ate cakes and I drank a communist copy of Coca Cola called Fru-Cola every day in a small cafeteria near the block we were living called Tosca, I cried once when my father spoke about his own death only hearing him, I stayed one night out until at 11 and then remaining alone I got scared , I ran as a result forgeting the pavement was icy, I falled and I broke a tooth (it recovered somewhat in the meantime) , I loved my family until I discovered that they all have two faces , I was not good at sports , I was weak in football as in other sports , I become a rocker through the 7 grade and it has never passed.
I suffered from acne, I suffered a lot because of it, I had for a period tachycardia, I made a professional school of electrical profile out of which I did not understand much, I learned boxing and karate (because everyone did), I went for a long time to the gym and the traces can be seen today, I smoked cigarettes butts in a while being young, I bought - back when an audio tape was kind of 3 - 4 bucks a audio tape with a band called Monstrosity with the monstruos amount of 500 dollars ( album Imperial Doom lyrics with pictures of the band, et cetera), I lost hundreds of hours in the halls with games machines and I played hundreds of hours of pool because in my town the pool places abounded .
I kicked people in the head with my foot and I spit other people and then I regretted, I sang during the school hours a song from the church called Lord have mercy , maybe this was more important than the school informations :-) , I worked as an electrician three years and in that time I went to high school night classes, an exciting program which began at 6.40 am and ends at 10 pm, I read 700 Science Fiction , I counted them once being curious about how many they are (maybe I escaped some titles), I took note 2 for behavior once (out of ten), I traveled with my father's car without license (a little but I did), I had few friends and even fewer girl friends, I attended the Faculty of Philosophy in Bucharest because it was written so, there I would had to meet some of the people who were to become my enemies, torturers and maybe killers later, I had a girlfriend called Madalina for four years, I suffered a condition called Anxious syndrome that prepared me for what was to follow, I decided to follow a Master in Philosophy because I could not see anything comfortable to do, then I met Adriana, I walked between countries and I saw Calvary with my own eyes enough to make crazy some 10 healthy individuals .
I am the most luxuriant human being ever born under the sun, before criticizing and having doubts about what I say, learn more ! I'm the one kissing children on their little noses when I pass near them, I was (apparently) attacked by a "brother" of mine who for various reasons do not "like" me (he could be the one seen by Shakespeare in the line "something is rotten ..."), a Belgian apparently, I am the prophet and I'm the prototype even for the ones of my type ( Par tata pui or par (two times ) dad son , that is Loli Son). I'm not dead. I am alive . I care. I feel. I can not breathe.
I have a soul.
I have a soul.
10. My legacy and my last words to you
Before I start this final and sad topic I have to say that I have novelties, they say that there at Cerberus there will be a car, the Police car (!!!), it seems likely that it will be there to intercept me, how funny (hahaha something like the movies with Louis de Funes?), I have to ask you to have the decency to leave me alone at least , if you cannot or don't wanna save me at least do not make any stupid jokes, the Police car, Ambulance and other things like that are useless.
My heritage are two sleeping bags, a sleeping pad, a few everyday objects like nail clippers, scissors, toothbrush and toothpaste, medicines (always I have to fight dialectic with the drugs, a cigarette then a quarter of paracetamol, another cigarette with herbs (that is not my intention) then half of Thomapirin , et cetera), pens, headphones, comb, solution to unclog my nose, I can not sleep otherwise, Ventolin, skin cream, a leather wallet with ridiculous amounts of money, an identity card with address of the criminals and that's about all that's relevant.
Beyond that my legacy to humanity's is an attitude and a lesson, a demonstration of force and a living proof that you can live a dignified life , in dignity even being poor and hunted by "demons" with human faces, that you can go through hell without letting down the bar, that you can fight back against the evil and remaining human in all circumstances.
This would be it, a farewell formula, this was me, this was my fight, this was my sacrifice, unfortunately I was sent here disarmed, I am dying in consequence in captivity (I consider my self a prisoner, I mean the first part was a ZA - 10 years and something, that is on the underneath something Lawfull, after that it came a period of simple captivity which is unlawfull ), it is simply a power game, they are stronger (I mean they are mental ) so I cannot escape them , the result is an unlawful situation, I will choose to die.
Farewell, me and my work can be mocked, minimized , disregarded unjustly, but it and my spirit can not be deleted, we are the light that opens ways, we are the only way that people can step forward, we are the forerunners of any progress, we are the invisible that you use at each step.
I finish here, when the candle of this blog will fade then I will be half dead, that is Thursday morning, what remains is a journey and a glimpse of life that will be soon lost.
Signed
Craciun Cosmin Ioan
(This is not the final version of this text,
unfortunately once with this blog being erased this version simply vanished ,
anyway I think this version is not far from the final one, try it)
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 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 life, that means 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 all , 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 now here , 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 this year as well as all these 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 the places here faulty, maybe it's
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 left (no, not mentally but otherwise, it's about
posters, advertisements, all kinds of things), dirty, something
disgusting indeed, 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, the
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, as a
curiosity 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 buy a
"cross", it will be ... "about my time to go".
My latest text is called Testament.
Denouement, 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, 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 read 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 DJ 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
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GiRb3ex79BU
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
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kB2Eq8tLruA
5.14, 7.13, 10.32
Let's say I recommend the first 12 -13 minutes
of this so versatile medley , 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
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bV7QusMOzQY
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
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSGN_20HQwc
Archetypal song!
We continue our musical journey with a short
landing to New York (a successful landing ) and that's because there was formed
the group that gave us this wonderful song:
5. Simon and Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence (Original
Version from 1964)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zLfCnGVeL4
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)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-70BokYDeC4
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 & Armand Amar - Hovern 'Engan
(The Winds Have Dropped)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGCQinh6yzo
Yes, I spent a second reading the comments for
this track, a "state of grace" sais someone very inspired,
from here the chaos begins the musical area of my
father, 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)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBTeXWFDG8c
See the lyrics, here is the last track of the
day, step aside:
9. Cancer - Death Shall Rise
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5i0IHRq9FI
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 for reasons independent of my musical tastes have
"fallen to 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 bringing a lot of lux over
the things (see 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 modestly 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, 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 the "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 that all their strategy?
The answer is that probably it seemed to
be ok, it worked , later if they would not succed , the key that
will open all the doors for them, the saving solution was going to
be entering in 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 but are
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 ruin in the
labyrinth built by myself ...
Perhaps there they would have a chance of
winning!
They did not try anything and I think they did
not tried 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 of 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 , that even if he's small and
bespectacled, anyway the others don't have to be neglected), I think he has a
character of perpetrator, h is a man locked in his rage, 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.
"
4. seven concepts explained
1. Bread - bear and Ada , that is me and
her. ..
2. Merry Christmass, there are several possible
interpretations, here's one funny , 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, to drawl, the analytical reading
is quite simple, we are slightly interested now is something else,
just below Barcelona is a city called Tarragona ... 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.
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 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 poping 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 (at which 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, something close with the
cousins lu Daddy (I) but not really.
Girls, yes, I will introduce you.
5. Miscellaneous
The Star Wars "scandal" You've seen
already believe that it was written in advance to happen and yet what have I
with the Star Wars movie? First, 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 who my parents
were and about what science thay had , I saw some sequels later,
it seemed ridiculous, I was already a fan Star Trek long, strange is that no is
not that good 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 the force and fa ... they are
something else, yet I think the movie was designed by Vader himself, otherwise
I do not understand what was launched on 16 Dec. before Christmas ... here I
started with criticism and struggle, from Santa Claus and Christmas sabotage.
b) Where I could go out? What about the
horn?
USA as it is known is closed, 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 does not know
... I do not have much computer and think i can not get there, dig any canal or
trying to get out the chimney, then exit the chimney's unfortunate, it's the
smoke, nicotine, maybe there will have to be, it seems to fit with Santa Claus,
we'll see.
c) Sri or seeing only the evil
Let me recount you something now, I was in one of the
days here on out, at the beach Rat, Tigana dirty Adriana barking as usual
(about doing stench on to me by the head of that insult so), I think It
was she on line when, out of nowhere appeared a few Russians who
have started to take pictures on the beach, talking, suddenly I heard some
words that are not very nice (this from the perspective of speakers of
Romanian) 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 we 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 the language missing ? Do not
they have words for the most important things, it lacks words for chair,
keyboard, for example miracle and faith? Is it a mockery? I do not think there
are any missing words and not think it's a travesty even if there a couple of bad
words, according to the blind guys if anything bad in anything like the 2-3
words there that the Romans sound bad, if and something rotten in painting when
everything is mockery, maybe God should make another toy, this time one
impeccable!
So something is pure blindness, that's about their
philosophy of life more broadly and that going beyond the example of this,
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" who gave them and gave but much stupidity that
accompany them endowments will meet 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 crow is always there in my mind
, that is consuming me, everything should have been done for
long ago, the filthy should have come out from there from
where they build their nest , by the way, she is telling me that
she portrays and represents there the Miss 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
.
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 - and I've been builded, constructed
differently than you, what is acceptable for some is unacceptable to others,
how about 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 with inner
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 so deeply that if by
miracle I escape, I'll need some sort therapy, a therapy with beautiful,
oxygen, human beings, if I see shobo before my eyes it might come get war
, that's about it, I resist and do it with some sort of pride, with
superiority, I resist and I resist forcefully! (Fort is paradoxical to me
:-))
To whom is all this dedicated? To whom I
am writing , this another question. In Romanian especially, there we 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 are likely meaning minorities
and that means Hungarians :-)), whose addresses all this?
First I do not write for the Romanians but in
Romanian, that's slightly different, it's my language (you got it
made if they had to take math only for it and you should be a little more
friendly and understanding, yes it's not personal ...) beyond 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
and not least for myself, maybe 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 remainsing 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 done even half a minute thoughts about death, I am more
concerned in any 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 hero Islamic, maybe not in 1000 but something Virgin
:-) other world awaits me, I have time to myself :-) pervert, in addition, if
at least 20% of the stuff in Section 4 are true then all mathematical result
somewhat like a privilege to me to have them fabric alone, so if you want to
play with me are my guests, there's slightly joke will become thicker, more
necks will break joke!
Cancer I mean! :-)
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