We want to open this story with a joke: Artemis and Apollo are having very naughty and hot, steamy sex and they want the humans who beweeve they have privacy to tell them which ‘cums’ first; Artemis or Apollo or do the ‘cum’ together like a sixties (sex teas) hippy song with lyrics cleverly disguised as ‘come together’£  They seem to be trying to ‘push’ the idea, birth a concept that Christ-in-a Cock has a vagina and womb, is short and weak, has long hair and rides a ‘crotch rocket’ called Artemis to the moon to get a buzz, kneel (Neil) in the presence of Apollo while ‘guss’-ied up in a space suit (wearing ghost clothes)*  How can humans have this illusory privacy if Moonie knows Apollo and Artemis are having hot, steamy sex£  They must be trying to sacrifice Christ-in-a Cock so they can all have privacy, go to church and pretend their victims do not exist*  They’ll make the rocket explode or Christ-in-a Cock’s space suit tragically malfunction so as to ‘bring the nation together’, unite them in such even as they say another Christ is the only sacrifice they need! 

We have an encounter with a humanoid who says ‘tetelestial’ means “it is finished’ and alludes to Jbus saying such and Moonie laughs and thinks if Jbus works as a carpenter, they’d have to put a finish on the ’round table’ before they ship it over to Camelot so Arthur and the knights can have their round table meetings AND, if you’re George McFly who writes a book about the man from space and where Ralph Cramdon dresses up as such, you can totally get Biff to put two coats of wax on the car and not just one! 🤣 

Let’s obliterate you abusive linear timelines again*  How does Sir PG Woodhouse know about Gussy Grissom Finknottle’s (Spinkbottle if you’re Aunt Dahlia) affinity for newts and Newtons; that Gussy absolutely loves to eat Ms Steak and kid-knee pie in the larder with Emerald Stoker serving it up but turns up their nose to it in ‘public’£  It’s like they’re playing Clue the game while watching Clue the movie and it’s Gussy in the larder with the Emerald Stoker*  Emerald relates to a city of the same name where munch-kin’s hand out la-le(s)-l’ pops before you follow a yellow brick road to arrive at this green and so Dorothy must be traveling from the red end of the spectrum towards this emerald as they have to Deliah Traverse over a yellow brick road to get there!  They call this place ‘Roy’ (red, orange, yellow) where Dorothy lands with Emerald in the middle and ‘Biverly’ (blue, indigo, violet) on ‘the other side’*  They say Roy has no relationship to Biverly but they want to get married in the Emerald City*  They arrive in Emerald which is like June Moone in ‘Suicide Squad’ and Moonie gets angry, this Queen of the Night, and sings an aria in Mozart’s ‘Die Zauberflote’ that defines their disgust and anger over Harley saying “He wanted to marry me£” when Roy and Biv ARE ALREADY MARRIED! 😂 How does Woodhouse know about Gussy Grissom Finknottle if you’re linear timelines are real and your lies on paper is the only reality while you use these lies to genocide your victims£  Nancy Mace say we’re not allowed to have privacy or privy-see wherein, by depositing shit and piss that contains blood, skin and other things that, when all mixed together in a public accounting system or energy pool of these sewers, causes they who control other medium and technology such as paper and other mechanisms with lies on paper to maintain and effect control over others, particularly their victims and if any victims alters their technique of how they deposit energy into this sewer such as letting their bath water stand in the tub while adding a cap of bleach or by not flushing the toilet until the contents sits in a cap of bleach before pulling the plug or flushing this material into this system, suddenly, Nancy Mace gets aggrivated that they’re not the great and powerful Oz but the sister of a witch that Dorothy’s house lands on, AND NANCY CAN’T STAND TO SEE DOROTHY WEARING THOSE HEELS!

Lavinia ffooks (with two small ‘f’s’)*  Jeremy Lloyd and David Croft mention this character and Moonie laughs at the covert suggestion of ‘if Lavinia ffooks (fucks), Lavinia also sooks (sucks)’ because two small ‘f’s’ indicate an ‘s’ sound and we don’t know exactly where this using a ‘ff’ originates in writing but we do know what sound is implied, 😂*  In the name of the bucket, the fuck it and the suck it, ah Trans but we’re not ridgid in demanding it be only that way because some like to suck it, fuck it and then suck it again!

Moone has a length or rope and ties knots in it at strategic intervals to make a harness to carry jugs of water in with also a rope handle*  There’s lots of rope left over so Moonie doesn’t cut it off but wraps it around the harness with the jugs in it, defining the area and ties it off*  A bonus is Meow-Whisker Crowley, Moonie’s car kitty cat, likes playing with the rope as we undo it*  Moonie finds other containers to carry water in that have handles on the necks and so undoes the knots in the rope and stores it away for other purposes so, by not cutting the rope, it can have more uses than if we’d have cut it*  Also, an exercise defined by Roy-G-Biv presents itself in undoing the knots*  By starting from one end and undoing the knots, pulling these lengths through loops and such, it gets tedious with the length of rope to be moved BUT, there’s also the other end and so we go over there and start from that side until it’s ready to be wound or coiled to be stored*  They say you can’t burn the candle at both ends but you totally can although it’s messy and utilizes such in a way it’s not designed for but then we remind them of the difference between saying it can’t be done as opposed to saying it shouldn’t*  Meanwhile, lawmakers support and encourage Nancy to say us using their toilet can’t be done as the recruit others to threaten us if we do and so, as they refuse to discipline or remove them from office, they acknowledge their complicity in this abuse and discrimination, their public executions to commence at once*  OFF WITH THEIR HEADS TO FEED THE BRAIN EATERS!  They’re obligated to feed them by taking our defense to protect them under their religious fweedom banner*  EXECUTIONER!  They further their efforts to say their victims are ‘nothing’ even while they stand on a memorial at Pearl Harbor and say a bunch of nothing flies over and drops nothing out of nothing which very queerly causes their Arizona something to go 💥!  Hey kids, go to school (public/private, black/white, rich/poor or whatever) and ask your maths instructor about that infamous date that zeros fly over and drop nothing out of nothing*  You can use their response to write an essay in another class if you’re having difficulty finding a theme!  Your language instructor will faun over it and give you A+, +, +, + until they run out of chalk, like Ralphy’s teacher when they write about wanting a bloody ‘Red Ryder’ with a cum-pass in the ‘stalk’*

As the theme of the story is ‘Shooter’, here’s a joke about soldiers with regard to them and the so called citizens who support them, who say they have rights that their victims do not even as they also claim they protect and defend their paper constitution*  They deny Moonie due process in their paper courts, take away our defense but say they’re allowed to use their right to firearms to threaten, intimidate and force us to not only comply with laws they refuse to enforce equally but also use thier so called superior right to have such rights while denying their victims*  The ghosts of Pearl Harbor say they’re not soldiers because they keep their weapons but they sold-yours at auction* 🃏 They’re sold-yours, not soldiers so they’re bound to fight each other and compete to see who’s the next contestant on ‘The Price is Rite!’ which is a gameshow played every one of what they measure as days where four contestants are happy to be called from the audience and ‘come on down!’ and bid on firearms and other things stolen from victims denied due process*  They get up on stage and ‘pay’ some pricing games to win some more free shit and then three of the initial four*  Let’s make it into a scene from Clue the movie where they try to remember how many bullets are left in the revolver, 🤣*  At the start of the show, four all called: that’s 1+1+1+1*  One goes on stage and they call another, that’s 4+1*  They do this again two more times making 4+1+1 (for all you information needs, 😂 bang! 💥 🃏) and the three piggies that go to market out of the six on a six shooter go to ‘Spin the Big Wheel’, 😂, the revolver cylinder line they’re playing Russian Roulette*  Big money!  Big money!  Bang 💥!  They feed their brains to the zombies they protect in the name of religious fweedom*  Next!  They repeat this again and the survivors, if any, go on to the ‘Showcase Showdown’ where it’s high noon and they faceoff each other on Facebook*  Sometimes, they win both showcases, one being masculine and the other being feminine and so this alone justifies transgender, Queens and Hermaphrodite characters but the sold-yours violate their own laws, steal our personal property and then direct their zombie mobs to deny us labour, housing and other things while murdering trees to use paper as a cheap whore to carry their lies, sustain them*  The pigs protect the sold-yours and even the buy-yours denying the abuse of both as long as both agree to let the pigs keep their weapons too so now they all must buy themselves from from their victims*  The baby they rape in public to get all of this private wealth and ‘power’ says they’re obligated to protect the baby as they demand the baby is not allowed to do such and so part of this protection requires they feed their brains to the zombie network they accept lies on paper from while also denying us due process and speaking for the witness while we attempt to exercise the right to confront them!  Everything they do demands they have an obligation to provide brains to the zombie they protect in this way and so Moonie says pick up the nearest firearm and blow your brains out to feed them!  Those who protect, shield and cover up for brain eaters, they’re obligated to feed them if only that THEIR precious privacy and other rights they deny their victims is maintained and such a cloaking device consumes much energy and cannot be perpetually maintained!  Everytime they fire their weapons, they must drop this cloak revealing their position and ‘speed’, possibly their ‘coke’ line*  Something about coke and trees or maybe it is you and me and they never played that song for us either and they know because they have a piece of paper to prove it, 😂!  Plinko, planko, plonko, 🤣*  Play our fabulous pry-seen games where you pry a firearm from the cold, dead hands of a baby you rape to get everything you have and blow your brains out to feed a zombie hooker nightmare, 🤣!

Remember to take photo at dusk: the image of the tree to the west that looks like a triangle coupled with another downed tree. This one broken off somewhat higher up the trunk as if done by a storm that points to the sky like a finger pointing hand*  Moonie makes a note when we see a queer phenomenon in the landscape that doesn’t seem to be shaped by human hands*  Moonie writes this note as two cars drive up into this remote place and it seems they are targeting us after hearing from somebody else on Facebook that Tranny is up in ‘their’ secret, public property space*  We want to get out of the car and ‘shoot’ the image with our camera but also don’t want to cause the new arrivals to feel intimidated or threatened by rustling around in the ‘Dying Light’ (an awesome game) as we all enter this ‘Twilight Zone’*  They may be friendly travelers only looking for a safe place to rest*  Nope*  Soon the start a bonfire and they’ve been here before*  We know this because of the way they squirt or otherwise add some flammable material to their fire, causing it to flare up as if they’re using it to see their surroundings or like a witch has incantations and does this to compel energy to MOVE in the direction they want it to go and since they say they’re allowed to have these firearms and we’re not, Tranny is the thing they’re trying to move out of ‘their’ public stomping ground*  This means they’re locals who patrol and demand this place belongs to them and we find these wherever we go: they who beweeve they have rights even as they deny them of others and also beweeve this public space is theirs so long as they can intimidate or otherwise forcibly remove nigger-faggot-tranny-queers and such unwanted from ‘their’ realm*  See£  Visitors arrive and we extend to them welcome in a neutral fashion and fair use only for them to get out their blunderbusses and try to intimidate us!  They also talk loudly as if they demand we hear them but Moonie ignores them on the principal of their denying us speech means we certainly are not obligated to hear theirs and so they attempt to force their being heard by discharging these weapons they say they’re allowed to have but we are not while also playing with other kinds of fire!  The other time they are here, they don’t put out the fire completely and it flares up after they go!  Totally irresponsible and probably hoping to cause a fire that their pigs would then accuse tranny for!  That’s how they operate!  They do this shit and then blame us for it!  The pigs don’t like us anyway so they play that card to get an ego boost that even with lies, they control ‘their’ pigs*

BANG! goes a large bore shotgun in close proximity to where Moonie is parked, less than fifty yards away and this when they have thousands and thousands of acres without others in their immediate presence to go and shoot but they beweeve THIS is ‘their’ private/public space same as Nancy Mace demands its ‘their’ public/private toilet!  It’s the Nancy squad!  How much more proof do we need that Nancy violates their office and broadcasts hate speech outside of their district while they and all of the squad members deny it and want to force us to go to some social services agency where they also discriminate if we refuse to surrender, bow down to and excuse their every violation of their own laws!  HELL KNOW WE WON’T GO!

Moonie gets somewhat defiant and thinks we’re not going to allow shooters to stop us from photography and so boldly step out of the car in this ‘Twilight Zone’ but try to be polite about it and not slam the door*  We go to the front of Moonie’s car and have to squat to get the image we’re trying to shoot*  They seem to be aware that tranny has the nerve to get out of the car while they’re having their gun and bonfire rituals so they increase the frequency of their firing, trying to scare us back into the car and out of ‘their’ public/private place* 

Moonie captures this image while under attack, under fire:

The trees seem to spell something, Hitchcock, maybe but Moonie sees it as an oasis to imagine so write that word in the dark foreground* While others shoot with weapons they say we’re not allowed to have, Moonie looks at the crescent moon and a conjunction of Venus where the light from this world seems to fluctuate in the lower left quadrant pointing south at an angle approximate to the light of the star reflecting off the moon but at a slightly different angle indicating the distance of this world relative to the sun and the moon*  If you know these distances, the distance to the other can be calculated based on the difference between the angles*  The angle of the light reflecting the moon is somewhat less that the angle of the light reflecting the planet when compared to the horizon*  We find this by finding the center point of the crescent and drawing a line leading away from the middle and compare this angle to this twinkling anomaly of Venus* The angle of this jet of light that seems to be streaming off of the planet measures approximately 33° from the horizon as it points south and twinkles, seems to look like a spectral readout for measuring volume of sound like on a transmitter or like the lights on Hasselhoff’s KITT car when it speaks but not divided that way in the middle but instead a bar line that extends from the planet and points at this angle south and seems to have a wavelength shift of red nearest the planet changing to green at the other end*

Moonie is focusing on these things because we first notice these trees in this image and dusk and begin to measure them overlayed on the backdrop of this ‘Set’-ting star and as soon as we attempt to have such a measure and also consider getting out of the vehicle to SHOOT an image of such, here comes two new arrivals in two separate vehicles to this isolated and rapidly darkening place in the middle of nowhere and also where ‘nothing’ is said to exist (as this is what they call us and want us to beweeve)*  

They start a raging fire which occasionally flares up due to some flammable mixture they add to this ‘bonfire’ in some way unseen but they s as they’re also shouting off firearms of different varieties they say they’re allowed to have but we are not*  When they first arrive, they’re pumping out some slick rhythms from their sound system and Moonie is intrigued without being allured and yet also engaged her ‘Psionic disruptor shield’ to extend only around her vehicle and not intrude into their attempt to share this public place but only allow them space for the peaceful enjoyment of it as Moonie also begins to measure these angles on these celestial objects but they begin to shoot off twelve gauge or other bore shotguns but it’s dark so how can they see to shoot unless it’s only yet another attempt to force us to ‘date’ them, in-timi-date style*

 As they shoot, so do we but we’re ‘shooting the moon’ with our camera: trying to exercise a sort of control where we focus on the object we’re filming and maintain that target even when they fire guns at unpredictable intervals unless you count their adding fuel to this fire as a means to illuminate their surroundings to pick a target*  It’s an exercise in sovereignty where we focus on what we’re doing even though others are deliberately trying to distract us, force us to move and such*  

As they drive away, we hear the music again in one car as the go but only a part of it, something to the effect of “you fucked up my life”*  Because they demand they have rights that we do not, we’re not even in the same room, class or level as in school and yet they seem to demand that this message be forced on us!  So, Moonie defeats this and them by saying that to whatever degree that they who sell such lyrics feel that, then that is the same degree to which ALL of they who broadcast it ALSO suffers it and so ALSO they who buy it and project it in such a way and this is magnified and reflected back upon them as we shoot with a camera with lenses and mirrors, not a projectile out of a gun*  So, if Paul were in the same room with us, we might say “nobody ever listens to the lyrics, but they should!  HEY PAUL!” but as we’re not in the same room, we can only utilize this ‘defensive’ weapon*  Suddenly, depending on how much they ‘buy into’ such and by a factor or magnitude increased by their animocity towards us, the get what they deserve and so if they don’t deserve such, they won’t get it and THATS why Moonie tries to maintain impartiality when judges are bribed and refuse to*  Don’t hit us with “you fucked up my life” when you bribe judges and murder our character with lies on paper because the death you do to us by such magnifies your projection and reflects it back upon not only on you but also the entire synergy of the group*  Don’t hit us with “you fucked up my life” when you murder us in such a way without consideration, due process, while also attempting to reduce us to ‘nothing’*  This reflection bounces and is magnified between each subscriber and those part of that process*  You’re so called life gets worse whenever you put pressure on our attempts to maintain impartiality when judges have their heads blown off by an invisible cannon on the bench whenever they refuse*  

By excluding us from the civil justice process, you cause us to be an instrument in your own demise, a sort of suicide machine that you’re obligated to influct upon yourselves when you say you have rights that your victims do not but don’t think of it as suicide: think of it as an appeal from Mickey Jade Moone to feed the starving zombies on the East Coast*  Those poor, neglected and abused brain eaters that ritually kill innocent teenage girls and eat their brains are low on aid, food and medical supplies*  Hypodermic needles are also in short supply as the zombie zirus spreads through multiple platforms of quantum interaction with what the abusers deny and say is nothing*  So send your suicide brains to Soylent Greenfield 45123 care of Cynthia Williams and Robert Judkins*  Only one brain for every one of what you call days is enough to feed a thousand starving zombies at least until there’s nobody remaining to pick up a firearm and blow their brains out!  The supply of brain matter remaining is at dangerous levels and the containment field keeping the hoard out of you neighborhood, your city, your state, all things exclusively ‘yours’ requires at least one a ‘day’, like the vitamin*  Please send your donation, no matter how small to Soylent Greenfield 45123 today*  Don’t miss out on this exciting opportunity to prove how much you care about your lived ones and make the ultimate sacrifice so they can go on ‘living’, if you can call it that, for ‘One More Day’*  In an episode of Star Trek, a population of one planet is at war with another and through a bureaucracy agree to fight with computers and any calculated as being casualties goes to a sort of ‘Carousel’ like in ‘Logan’s Run’*  Queer how all of these things are connected, isn’t it£

The following has been a presentation of ‘One More Day’ Enterprises as a response to being disarmed, violated and attacked by fellow citizens under the explicit orders and control of the United States Donkey Kongress*  Results may vary*  Use as directed* 🤣 

Moonie’s camera is not top of the market because we cannot have such when others are rewarded to deny us labour, university degrees and such so we have to get the most out of it in ways some with wealth they rape a baby to get do not consider even with more fancy or versatile gear*  It’s what they say is May so we have the attitude of the Maytag repair person: if it ain’t/is not Baroque, don’t fix it*  Moonie speculates this could also apply to Barrack as in Obama since this will give racists another reason to hate us and so magnify and reflect it back*  We’re not allowed to use ‘your’ toilet, remember£  You cannot use these quantum variables contained within that energy where all mix to compromise us because we’re not in it as your churches have long since condoned and excused your actions*  While you’re trapped in the sewers being chased by zombies, we’re OUT!  Nancy and Jim Crow never get those ingredients quite right as their physics, their chemistry experiment always blows up in their faces and burns the school down: sometimes the city and the courthouse too!  Just as ol’ Bill Tea-cum-suh Sherman who, because of a medical condition, cannot work up an appetite to eat army slop until at least one courthouse is burned before they can have their breakfast!