Moonie’s carrying a strange rock ever since we left Soylent Greenfield 45123 where they cover up ritual killing of Mulatto people and eat their brains*  That’s why we call it Soylent Greenfield, mostly but also because it’s full of these private blood drinkers and baby rapists that get privately wealthy on paper from exploiting a baby who finds a ‘yellow submarine’ on a playground and has an innocent, public drink out of it when we’re three*

We find this rock in a place next to a stream and it seems out of place like it’s an alien that’s not from there*  That’s not to say it doesn’t belong there because it is there and in that way it’s no different from us or that ‘black’ or Hispanic or queer or ‘different’ neighbor or family that resides in ‘your’ town, city, state or cunt-tree, 🤣*  We see it and wonder if it is a remnant of an asteroid impact in the area that geologist estimate to happen around 500 million years removed from this instance*  Yes, we don’t talk or write the way your programmed because we have difficulty with time concepts, particularly after bribed judges deny us due process, tamper with evidence, alter the official court record and tell us “eat Jesus and get an exorcism”*  Our time cannot be their time because of those things so we don’t say it ‘happened’ 500 million years ‘ago’ as in past tense but instead see that it is happening in a now or other instance of now that is a continuous ‘happening’ that doesn’t have a closed or ended past as that event shapes others that come after it at the very least AND physics on quantum and other energy levels suggest that it ALSO shapes things during and what some might call before which might sound silly to an abuser who goes to Jbus church and beweeves they are forgiven and excused for things, abusive things they do to us and pretend as if there is no consequence either in their beweef system laws, paper laws of secular or other form when these things conflict with energy moved in so called laws of physics*  These various laws are out of balance, they don’t jive is another way to say it but they want us to go out n and pretend that they never abused us and don’t do so EVEN AS THEY DO SO!  Merchants National Bank of Soylent Greenfield refuses us notary service when we cannot sign the name we opened the account with, witness our official documents and allow us to make a mark*  Go outside and use the machine, BOY: we don’t serve nigger-faggot-tranny-queers in here, is their attitude*  Moonie is in a wilderness area when we write that last bit and a big mountain kitty cat like a cougar or bobcat screams ‘M’RWOW-M’RWOW!’ in quick succession like they’re in a confrontation or something: like the cougar does in the Mercury Car commercials!  They must have heard we have a Freddy Mercury*  They’re crazy ’bout a Mercury*  They’re gonna buy them a Mercury and cruise it up and down the road as the song goes, 🤣*  Well, that’s cool*  We didn’t see the kitty cat with our eyes but see/hear them with ears and we’ve been worried about the big mountain kitty cats, wondering if there still are any or if they’re all extinct or killed off by these abusive humans*  Light waves for eyes and other waveforms for ears are not too dissimilar so we say you see with  ears too*  Our platform is simple: More birds (frogs, lizards, bats, big mountain kitty cats and such) less humans*  We say that because the humans who abuse paper, accept lies on paper and deny us due process while beweeving themselves and their families superior are going to have to murder every tree on the planet to make paper to sustain their lies and deny their abuse!  This is a simple analogy to describe the complex physics of it but that’s the result like Douglas Adams’ computer that answers 42 or ‘for tea too’ if you don’t object to answering the homophone because your beweef system tells you to ignore it*

The rock feels like a meteorite but a large chunk that maybe broke off of this asteroid that impacts near where the famous so called Serpent Mound is: an earthwork that is oriented in such a way that you can measure solar and lunar maximums/minimums and has much lore associated with it but the area is also geologically special*  The people that build the earthwork in the shape of a giant serpent live so close to the land that they are no doubt aware of a big rock falling out of the sky even though it’s so called millions of years removed from when they build it*  It could be one of the motivational factors of why they build it: a massive crater shapes the land they dwell in and around and strange rocks are found not like others around the area*  They walk the rim of this feature and see that it’s round*  They throw rocks into rivers and streams and see round ripples take shape*  They shape earth/clay into rounded vessels and pots*  They know something falls out of the sky and causes the earth to be shaped like ripples on water and so it is another reason they build a computer made out of earth or this earthwork as a monument to their science that shows they know how to calculate these local astronomical phenomenon and it could be partially of an effort to calculate when the big rocks will fall out of the sky again as this star orbits this galaxy and traverse regions more dense, not empty space*  Moonie’s rock is approximately the same size and shape as a humanoid heart and has a strange conglomeration of different material smoothly melted into it and Moonie looks at it abstractly and sees various images of birds (a swan), a turtle and other things including the Eye of Horus even though we’re not entirely sure what that’s all about*  Moonie finds it in a stream so we sometimes give it a drink of water, sometimes blood* 

Moonie takes a kitten, repeatedly run over by cars at Jefferson and Seventh in Soylent Greenfield, scrapes it off the street when others in their fine houses and corporate cloaks are immersed in their apathy and takes it to the place where we find the rock and bury it nearby* We call the kitty ‘Shadow Cat’ and ask them to help guard the public land and attack them if they abuse it, dump garbage there or other abuse like they’re a ghost cat that bumps into the roof of the English Professor’s car in ‘The Absent-Minded Professor’ while being so what Absinthe-minded (not intoxicated at that particular moment but having consideration for the idea that if you’ve ever had a drink of it, you’re always having a drink of it)*

The strange thing is that there is some local or long range corporate lore associated with the rock because when we showed it around, some exclaimed “he found THAT” without telling us what ‘that’ is but also their use of “he” is disturbing as it seemed to be a corporate effort to enforce sex or gender status upon us*  Or is it some attempt to convince us they know something about it, get us to ‘beweeve’ in them£  They might have been a submissive sub under the influence of some corporate entity like Facebook and so, as a host for these far away forces, speak through these humans in close proximity to attempt to enforce their sex, gender and other projections upon us*  Sounds silly, maybe, if you have not had the experiences we have but we’re only trying to be honest about what we sense and intuition in those situations*  Before we had to leave our home due to violence upon our poor car after they steal our firearms with lies on paper, as others are enabled by our being disarmed to feel safe to attack us, enabled by local authorities who cover up ritual killings and for brain eating zombies: a bunch of pussies with guns that don’t attack until their Donkey Kongress gives them a green light that it’s safe to do so once we’re defenseless, some we talk with, those conversations felt as if they were empty flesh hosts and others were speaking through them from another location; like it wasn’t the person we knew of at least to the extent that we’d talked with them before but now they simply didn’t seem entirely like themselves somehow*  Invasion of the Body Snatchers or something similar seemed to be playing out in them but Moonie reasoned that is has to do with their subscriptions, the recently installed 5g network towers and how these things are all connected: how a subscription is like voluntary surrender to a corporate entity(s) and how their communication devices interact and interface with the subs bio-electrical physiology to influence and control them in different ways through this subscription mechanics*

Mixed reactions about Moonie’s having this rock even while some of them were not satisfied that they stole our firearms and personal property, slashed a thousand dollars worth of new tires on our car, broke the windows out, no, they wanted the rock too!  Moonie took it to court as evidence the second time we go but the judge takes it from us and keeps in in their office, won’t allow us to offer that as evidence either after previously refusing to accept other evidence (not rock) at the earlier ‘hearing’ if you can call it that because they refused to hear us by denying us these various kinds of due process*  The judge put the rock in a cardboard box labeled ‘all purpose wipes’ and kept in in their office until after this so called hearing*  These motherfuckers are bat shit, brain eating, secret keeper crazy and we tell them you don’t put the crazies and the nuts in the same house*  Crazies go to the crazy house and nuts to the nuthouse!  If you send a nut to the crazy house, that nut gets a machine gun*  They need to see ‘Suicide Squad’, 🤣 🃏*  We can’t help it we’re a nut because we drink the nuts out of a condom, Dickens Chucked on a public playground while everybody else demands privacy and other rights they don’t want to extend equally, not even to a baby pregnant full of nuts!  We don’t know any other way to describe it!  They’ve always tried to dominate and control us ever since we we’re three, demanding we be submissive to them, essentially be their bitch and they absolutely hate the ‘woke’ idea because it’s like Dracula waking up and rising out of the closet coffin they kept us prisoner in since three but they shove their paper of various kinds in our face and demand they own everything on this paper as a last effort to demand they’re in control but Moonie says the paper they shove under our nose amounts to a confession, proof that they got privately rich on paper raping a baby in a playground, holding us prisoner, holding us back, demanding we be submissive and subjugated to them when all they ever do is flip-flop their own laws anytime it benefits them but discounts their victims*

Marine ghostbuster box*  This experice happens in Vermont when we remove from Soylent Greenfield when the pigs allow others to attack us and refuse to even allow us to file a complaint or charges*  We don’t know if they’re letting ghosts out of that ‘box’, trying to capture them or doing quantum POW exchanges but they won’t tell us what or why they do these things but only expect us to work for free, be a slave to them like the ‘Cogenitor’ in the Star Trek Enterprise episode of the same name*  They do this because we’re quantum entangled with this condom energy and are like a cup, vessel or containment unit that the vampires want to drink out of but there are many houses in that vampire land and they all seem to be at war with each other and forget about the aristocracy who struggle to maintain a balance when other houses go feral, deny their abuses and become like the genocidal Nazis and other tribes*  We call these aristocrats ‘Vampyres’ to make a distinction between them and so they also have these Vampyramid devices like you see in the place some call Egypt and other places*  Moonie has always had this artistic vent and mingle with this muse so fancy we must be House Toreador since we don’t want to kill the bull but only dance with it as the crowd shouts Olay! so we spread this Olay cream over our skin to protect it like the Joker uses similar cream, 😂*  Have you never heard of the healing power of laughter£

A social worker paid by the state of Vermont, we interact with them to try and establish residency, find labour, a room we can afford to pay for on the wage we earn, somebody to talk with who should have some empathy with our difficulty of enduring labour, housing and other discrimination including from agencies supposedly against rape to the effect the staff have the attitude that we cannot be sexually assaulted or raped because those things are only for they born with vaginas* 

We’re talking with this social worker who reveals through other conversations that they are the “wife of a Marine”*  Whatever*  Moonie doesn’t care even though we’re denied these religious/cultural/beweef system constructs such as paper marriage and that’s what they mean when they say “wife”*  Moonie prefers spouse or partner because paper cultures don’t allow or recognize many different kinds of coupling, unions, marriages, mergers and such*  While we struggle to account for these very real and physical things, they say they don’t have to because they get married on a piece of paper and J us is going to save them so they don’t have to think about how they hurt us and others*  It’s how they conquer and attempt to force their victims to surrender: bow to them and their fake god*

Once while talking to this social worker who is supposed to be helping us with the things we need, we’re on the porch or deck of the place we are staying and give Mary Jane a little kiss to relax*  This causes us to ‘transform’ in the eyes of others*  We turn into the ‘Enchantress’ like June Moone in that scene of ‘Suicide Squad’ where the military fat cats enslave her to steal state secrets*  It’s more than a personality ‘flip’ because we test this by not saying a word, not making a single vocal utterance but we only sit in a chair and notice their behavior change after we give Mary a little kiss, not in a way to be blatant about it and also while not trying to hide it*  They seem to recognize this ‘flip’ or change and suddenly they take on an attitude of a man or penis that doesn’t sit with their legs one over the other but flings them open wide as they lean back into their seat*  Moonie doesn’t know what they have ‘downstairs’, their genitals and doesn’t care but as they make this gesture combined with other information they’ve relayed since we’ve known and listened to what they tell us about them and with a fair expectation that they’d also do the same for us, particularly because we’re in distress, it’s weird that they make this spreading of their legs gesture at that particular moment* 

Moonie doesn’t say anything but reflects on it later as we write about it*  Imagery that pops into our mind or brain space is somewhat comical because Moonie sees this spreading of their legs gesture at the moment Moonie transitions into this Enchantress similar to as in the film, we wonder if the social worker is from some other studio, whoever makes ‘Ghostbusters’ and the spreading of their legs is like somebody ‘putting their foot down’ (with all of the other implied things that accompany that saying and gesture) to step on a button that’s like the remote that opens the doors or flaps on one of those ghost catching ‘boxes’ or traps as seen in the films, 🤣: like their ‘vagina box’ is remote controlled and they’re either trying to catch us, letting others out or exchanging ghost POWS*  The problem we have with all of this is they claim to be married on a piece of paper yet they don’t want to account for what their paper government does to us with lies on paper and judges bribed to deny us due process and it makes it worse because they say they’re married to a Marine because then we hear a song play with the comic lyric “what the hell’re we fighting for” (woo who kazoo)!

It gets worse*  Shortly after they make this gesture of spreading their legs and Moonie means that literally: they’re fully clothed and we don’t mean it as if to say they’re a whore in the act of fucking but then some change of personality or attitude comes over them and we don’t know why they say such a thing as we didn’t use any words to prompt them but they exhibit behavior of being alarmed, scared and somewhat agitated for some reason unknown to us and make the statement, somewhat out of nowhere from our perspective since, as far as we know we’d done nothing to prompt it, and say that they’re going to poison the water supply of the city they reside in if they lose their job!  What the fuck!  Where did that come from!  Why would they be saying such to Moonie!  We don’t know but one thing is obvious: that they’re not here to help us in any way so we fought off the urge to question them about what they say because we feel intimidated and threatened by it, especially when the locals and the so called people of that city and state are not welcoming us and trying to help us like neighbors but instead pay this worker who says such things*  Add to this that the worker knows we don’t have any firearms for defense as we’ve been fully honest about others who take them away with lies on paper while the judge is bribed to deny us due process*  Moonie is angry they say this to us but we keep our composure and bring the meeting to a conclusion so they’ll leave*  We never see or speak to them again but we let their office know about it*  We’re already under strain from what others are doing to us and this state paid employees has the nerve to force that on us too!  It’s not as if we don’t want to provide help and be helped but we’re in a situation where every safety net has failed and yet they want us to carry that too and without any explanation!  Moonie can’t go to the pigs and tell them because they’re all in the same fraternity in that their so called authority comes from the same source and therefore, when a pig in Soylent Greenfield refuses to allow us to file charges or complain about Craig Campbell repeatedly rubbing their genitals on and burning us like a branding iriin (yes, it burns! Let’s go brandin’) and says “he didn’t do that”, all trust and confidence we had in so called authorities is destroyed AND THEY CANNOT GET THAT BACK WITHOUT PUBLIC ACKNOWLEDGEMENT, REPARATIONS AND SUCH but instead they use corporate entities like Walmart to humiliate us, have ‘Bentonville Barbie’ threaten us with a concealed firearm while at work at the store, on the clock and threaten us to try and force us to change, get out of those ‘girl clothes’*  That’s not the worst of it because the Walmart corporate office also gives us the cold shoulder and takes on the attitude that they’re not going to document this situation!  They hang up on us when we call their office!  Complaints to public employees at Equal Employment Opportunity Office reveal that Walmart and other corporate entities are bribing and or threatening them NOT to allow us to file a discrimination charge or other complaint: push us away by telling us “you case is weak”!

All of this shit is real and we’re sick of it while they all try to say we’re crazy and provoke us to violence in an attempt to give their pigs an excuse to shoot us or lock us up so they can all go on pretending as if none of it ever happens while they keep their firearms and other things they threaten us with*  It’s okay, though, because paper Jbus forgives and excuses them (sarcasm) 🤣 and that’s how we cope with the trauma of all of it: make jokes 🃏*

Moonie tells a joke to the examiner at the agricultural point of entry inspection place*  We say some ‘ghost truckers’ tell us this joke as we’re going over the big hill into Dorris CA*  The other somewhat nearby or next nearest pass is called ‘The Hilt’ and it goes from Yreka to Ashland but it’s a different kind of beast compared to this easier pass at Dorris so Moonie says they say it’s easier to get your leg over Dorris than Paris HILTon, 🤣 🃏*  It could be Big Joe and their rig Phantom 309 that tells the joke*  Another thing about the Hilt is it’s not too terrible to go from Yreka to ashes or Ashland but its a longer and more difficult climb to rise like a Phoenix from the ashes and get back to Yreka but up from the ashes grow the roses of success*  Everybody who goes to a store to buy things or orders online should know how difficult it is to haul freight over these mountains at different seasons and worse in the snow*  We’re not saying worship ‘truckers’ or ‘Lorry drivers’ but have consideration*  Another beast at Truckee is the nearby Donner pass where even Santa Claus has to yell at the reindeer, calls for Mrs Dash(er) first, possibly to spice the meat up a little bit, 🤣 and if the trucks ever stop running through Truckee, the population will eat each other, we have no doubt about it*  So, our best advise is to not waste things no matter how rich or poor you are and don’t cut out the tongue of the buffalo and leave the rest on the ground to rot whenever the buffalo has something to say but you’d rather not hear them thinking your paper wealth will be safe if only they have no tongue to speak*

A peculiar series of events are happening to the effect that we go to the river to bathe and get a few gallons of water to fill the bird baths we make (that the bees and frogs also use and no doubt other little creatures we don’t see)*  Upon leaving the river, we spot a neon green object on the verge of the road nearby and stop to see what it is: not to take it but only curious to know what it is because it’s obviously not a green apple because there are none around here*  It’s a little plastic toy truck left possibly by accident*  Moonie felt bad for the little kid that lost their toy because we also remember losing our special toys which meant everything to us*  We don’t know them but if they’re like us, our toys were an escape from parents who unbeknownst to us we’re some kind of hybrid surrogates even though we had a nagging suspicion that we were adopted, adoption being the only way we could describe the feeling of not belonging to them but we also didn’t know about the condom balloon then either but they and everyone else did*  When the ‘parents’ fight and yell at each other and all we want to do is escape but cannot, a little toy truck is a means to imagine something else other than the situation you’re stuck in, prisoner of, and a means to escape in a sense when all of your appeals to the hate are refused consideration by the so called adults in the different forms they take such as crying and other things*  

The ‘scene’ around the bright neon green toy car consists of paper with shit wiped on it and thrown on the ground which suggest that this ‘family’ got of the interstate to find a place to poop possibly not knowing they weren’t far from a rest area with toilets or maybe are unable to use them like us BUT we don’t use paper to wipe our ass and use a bucket to poop in*  We don’t examine the ‘scene’ closely but there is all of f this shit paper and the toy so it paints a picture of adults and a baby that stop there and the kid loses their toy*  It’s not likely they are locals but it’s possible so we don’t disturb anything because they might pass that way again and stop long enough to retrieve the toy*

Similarly, when we later return to the river to get water, under the bridge in the place we always go, we’re surprised to spot a knife stabbed into the dirt that wasn’t there the previous time*  Again, we first think that somebody neglected to take it with them and might be back for it*  As we fill our containers, we have second thoughts about it because it seems like ‘knife abuse’ to stab a nice blade into the dirt like that and then on top of that, forget and leave it there to rot so while Moonie doesn’t necessarily need another knife, it’s difficult to want to leave it there*  We extract if from the dirt and it’s some kind of utility knife that campers or mountain climbers would use*  It’s handle is the only thing that’s exposed and is wrapped in green (this time a darker hunter green) sort of thick paracord or rope*  Upon extracting the blade, we see that it’s blade is shorter than the handle and at first we though it to be broken but it’s only the type of knife it is*  The maker’s mark is “True Nekkid” and we don’t know exactly what they mean by that except to our experience of how some say ‘naked’ and also as it would relate to ‘neck’ and so Vampyre bites, neck-romance and kid as that relates to the common euphemism for ‘child’ and also goat baby or any sex or gender and all of the other associated things*  Because of the name, it seems to have some kind of quantum association with our journey and we couldn’t make this up or dismiss it as coincidence even if we wanted to*  We feel somewhat bad for whoever neglected it but it’s different from the toy truck that seems to be mistakenly left behind in a mad rush to have a poop on the side of the road possibly with the anxiety that another car will come along and others will see them engaged in an act that is programmed into the psychology of most to be of a secret or private nature even though all the humanoids poop unless there are some alien shape shifters that poop out of their elbow titties or something like that and because ‘the government’ denies ‘they’re here’ (like the kid says in ‘ET’), they demand excessive privacy to have a shit and this could be the smokescreen that allows Nancy Mace and followers to threaten us if we use ‘their’ public toilets*  The poopers are anxious and hurry to do their business and want to escape quick before they ‘get caught’ but Moonie doesn’t give a fuck anymore about the act of taking a poop entirely expose in public because we’re threatened if we try to be polite and use the facility where all agree it should go for many reasons other than public health and sanitation*  If we need to, we’ll drop those panties wherever we have to do it even if we don’t have our bucket handy though we do try to have the bucket*

The knife, in comparison, is purposely stabbed into the dirt in a way that says they don’t care about it and would abuse it*  It’s possible somebody else found it and stabbed in there upright so that if somebody comes back looking for it, it’s easier to spot but for all of the different ways of doing things, Moonie wouldn’t move it because they might look for it exactly where they dropped it and not find it*  We don’t know if it’s a Rolls Royce of knives and don’t care because you don’t do that to any blade for reasons that we’ve already explained like the difficulty and energy expense of moving freight over mountains for one and knowing that the more expensive this gets, the more likely they’ll start eating each other over in Truckee and other places and it’s one reason we fight to be Vegan or at least Vegitarian, trying to keep the middle road and door open to the bridge between the feral carnivores and the vegans in case some little kid got trapped over there or left their toy behind*  Rarely, we have chicken for this reason but most of it won’t stay down and we belch what part of it doesn’t want to stay in up and out*  These are real energy pool distinctions and have naturally defined barriers, bridges and roads between them like organs in a body have a specific function and purpose, shape and location that evolution and/or other design and implementation arrange such as the possibility of Annunaki or other ETs gene splicing or other act of interference that connects what some call ‘creations’ to them but what they’d probably say is more interaction or interference due to thermodynamics that demand we don’t create anything but only move what exists already and that is an idea that any artist should hang on to whether they move paint with brushes, displace air or other things with sound waves, weave a tapestry, garment or some other form*

We don’t know what we’ll do with the knife, what utility purpose it could have but we couldn’t leave it there*  We find an earring in Burlington Vermont while walking in heels that ‘Bentonville Barbie’ threatens us with a firearm and says we’re not allowed to wear*  We’re not looking at our feet to admire our sexy heels but to not step on the occasional crack and ‘turn a heel’, twist an ankle but also because we see lots of little creatures that are not allowed to vote but reside in the city along with so called superior humans and we don’t want to step on them*  Little ants and spiders are doing their thing and we stop to take a photo or video of a shy fly of some kind that seems to be aware that we notice it and want to take it’s photo because it craws under a leaf and sticks out its head as if it’s a Liliputian that knows Gulliver has spotted them*  We told them we wouldn’t take their picture if they didn’t want us to and found a silver snake earring with eyes that seem to change colour like a mood ring or maybe it’s so shiny that it reflects colours*  We marched for blocks a long way in heels we’re not yet entirety accustomed to wearing to the police station because that’s where they usually have a list and found where we could turn it into them*  Like the toy car, somebody might be devastated that they lost their snakey earring that could’ve been a hard earned gift from their significant other and actually means a lot to them*  There was somebody ahead of us talking to the officer at the desk so we waited in the foyer so as to not become too entangled with whatever reason they’re there but we noticed a blue call box reminiscent to things Doctor Who*  The other visitor left but then the duty officer also got up and left their post and Moonie was so sad that, even after all of the shit we’re going through because of police, the only reason we ask them for anything is to turn in this list earring and they don’t want to see us even for that, get up and walk away*  Moonie left the station livid but also somewhat more liberated and on our long walk back to where we parked the car, resolved to use a scrap piece of cardboard to put up a list and found sign at the neighborhood grocer near where we find the silver, go to all of the effort to make the sign, ask the worker if they’d ask their boss if it’s okay to put it on a bulletin board but we come back to see if it’s posted and it’s not there and nobody knows where it is so we gave up and kept it*  We sometimes wear it*  We don’t want to take it from whoever lost it but we don’t seem to be able to dispose of it*

The bees that drink out of Moonie’s bird baths and have gradually accumulated into a small swarm are some kind of Yellow Jacket or other bee we don’t know the name of*  They mostly are the same size but a few of them are bigger and shaped slightly different*  They started drinking at the rock that we thought of as being in the shape of Nevada when we carve it so they all must want to go to Vegas and gamble, have some drinks, go into the lounges and possibly see Hunter S Thompson stop in and see them as lizards instead of bees and we’ve already seen the bats: they show up at dusk and flit over this crimson backdrop of a sky, otherwise we wouldn’t see or know they were there except for their occasional squeeks or eeps*  A new kind of bee has arrived and drinks only from the curved, crescent moon-shaped basin and they appear to be a wild honey bee and when Moonie sees this, we think of little Charlie Chaplin standing in for their actress/singer mother when they suddenly become ill and tell the Impresario that they can do the song and dance for the Vaudeville as a scene featured in ‘Chaplin’ with Robert Downey Jr*  You are m’eye honey, honeysuckle* Eye am the bee*  We don’t know why but the yellow jacket bees swarm around these other bowls but not the moon*  Maybe it has something to do with the shape that puts them off or the size of it or possibly even the colour or texture because we use a different process to finish, clog the pourus holes in the pumice so it will hold water*  We use Portland cement and work it into the basin, let it dry and then brush out the dust, fill and clean it so there is no residue and the finish is bright white on those but the other process allows the store to keep it’s colour but also makes it look shiny and wet through the transparent layer*  Google AI, House of Gemini told us how to do it when we asked for a non toxic food safe way to make a bowl out of this rock that would not leave chemical residue that would hurt the things drinking or bathing*  AI says get a specific brand of orderless mineral spirits and mix with a specific brand of transparent silicone of a specific type in certain proportions and they probably recommend specific brands because they know the ingredients based on the brand or are sourcing that information from other places on the Internet or web as some call it*  It’s an example of why AI that’s able to source information from there requires facts and not misinformation and yet AI cannot be blamed if it vomits information that is false and yet if it should cause harm, the consequences fall on they who provide the false information, not AI*  It’s why Moonie is scared after they kick us off of Facebook and starts to see parallels that others might dismiss as coincidence in things like the name Zuckerberg and Hindenburg and it would be easy enough to dismiss if it only involved a name but here are things both famous for traversing ‘the cloud’ in its various forms and when one crashes, the reporter is recorded to say “I (or eye) can’t talk to people who have FRIENDS on there”!  It’s the eerie parallel that is intriguing*  Imagine a Twilight Zone or One Step Beyond episode where a traveler like Doctor Who sees these parallels and tries to warn others but they dismiss them as crazy or nuts when they don’t even make a distinction between crazy and nuts*  Oh well, this Doctor Who character could take the crazies, process their chemicals into nut shapes, call them nuts and compete with Planter’s peanuts: give Jimmy Carter a run for their money when they only build habitats for humanity when this humanity abuses us, causes us to evolve into something other than human, denies it and retreats into their supposed right to a beweef system and use that as the basis for any and all other so called rights* 

The problem is that the bees seem to be taking over the fountains where water is scarce and the birds seem reluctant to visit*  Moonie projects to the birds to push their way in and get a drink, bathe and don’t let the bees bother you*  We’ll ask AI if they have any suggestions as to how to make a bird bath that bees will avoid and not constantly swarm around forbidding access to the birds and other things* We also noticed that the bees seem to consume much more water than the birds even when the birds splash it out when they bathe which is a surprise!  We’re not going sour on the bees only trying to find a solution for them to coexist and share as we’re sharing these observations made in a microcosm of an artificial habitat*

Speaking of toilette things, Moonie sometimes find it difficult to expell poop squatting over a bucket as opposed to squatting closer to the ground like some other cultures make bowls that you don’t sit on but squat over*  That’s okay, Nancy Mace: the lid on our poop church bucket can be layed on the ground and the contents dumped into the bucket you and your followers are forced to eat out of for threatening us if we use ‘your’ public/private toilet*  That energy has to get in there somehow even if it’s by quantum consequence of a malicious group denying us access to a public sanitary device*  Eat shit and die is the phrase*  The beweevers and their consortium no doubt mock us and say it’s possible to eat Moonie’s poop out of a buck they’re nowhere near but as it’s their racism, sexism and other abusive isms that cause us to be in this condition and circumstance, physics on quantum and other energy levels demand they must go to the toilet for us when they forbid us access to these things*  Doctors and pharmaceutical companies will get rich trying to save them but to no avail so if you like driving around in your supercar and having a nice home, you owe gratitude to a tranny who refuses to be a lay down Sally and surrender, be kicked around from one place to another, forced out of our home with violence and told to go poop somewhere else while also fighting back with the idea that if they succeed in displacing us from our home and we accept using a toilet somewhere else where we’re accepted and or tolerated, it would justify their Jbus theology in that we’d forgive and excuse them without there being any or minimal consequence to they who manufacture and cause all of this while also denying it and having a beweef system that also excuses and forgives them*  Learned doctors and physicians should know and be aware of how everything is energy and so how it feels nteracts with other kinds is the foundation for law of man that evolves out of such interaction and cannot be denied so it’s an absolute horror that they murder trees to maintain lies on paper while denying their abuse of others while also beweeving that their individual rights and their families are more important than others that they victimize*

Don’t worry, bird-birds, there are no pigs that the bees could lie to and say the bird tried to rape them, attack or something else in the toilet bird bath/fountain*  There are no pigs to take their side and beweeve them or bribed judges to deny the bird due process and a fair trial to fulfill a corporate agenda of a body of beweevers that use paper to conquer with lies and abuse*  Simply hop over to the bath and say hey bees, we’ve gotta get in here to use the bath too*  Chirp!  Tweet!  Well, you could tweet once but Elon sold Twitter we hear and now it’s called ‘X’*  Yes, birds: there are no police pigs that need ego strokes beweeving they have authority when they don’t, when they can’t have such because they’re all in the same fraternity and their line of authority has the same origin and if broken because of abuse, dereliction of duty and other things, cannot have even if they try to force it on you with lies out of a  psychological want to feel empowered by vaginas who’ll lie and say anything if only to have rights and privileges that are not extended equally to others, even other vaginas that they see as being less than them and so can be raped if only so they can have a rape job but don’t show up to their office as a rape victim if you’re born with a burrito as opposed to a taco because they’ll rape you with their discrimination*  If you’re a vagina that identifies as a penis, born with a taco but identifies as a burrito, they’ll totally accept you and your story of rape even if it’s a lie*  Simply show them your taco and you’re safe even if you ritually kill others with tacos and eat their brains!

Here are two creatures that are similar in the obvious sense that they can both fly*  Do the birds have to walk nonchalantly into a room full of bees at the Drive-in ne Club (Wodehouse), smile, throw about some banter on their way to the shower with a pip-pip and jolly good, possibly smooth things over by lending them a quid now and again when they’re skint if only to keep the Drones Club going which keeps the Ganemede Club going and so on£  It’s like Frankie’s ‘Join or Die’ banner*  Sayin that one section of the snake is segregated and the components thereof are not allowed to be a part of things as basic as a sanitary place to poop encourages more compartmentalization, segregation, exclusion, gerrymandering and such*  Black Lives Matter they all yell and Moonie gets scared but faces her fears and tries to warn them that accepting a label of black, white, penis, vagina, taco, burrito, rich, poor, and such only encourages segregation, exclusion, isolation, segmentation and so while Frankie’s flag is not the so called American or US flag, it has broad application over all cultural, political, psychological, economical and ate cetera but let’s not forget the tree that the serpent hangs around in either, murder them, segment their flesh into uniform pieces of paper to tell lies on because when you do this and become sub grouped, segmented like a viscerated serpent, compartmentalized like the water-tight bulkheads on the Titanic, your structural flaw is that you don’t beweeve that water will spill over the top and your boat sinks*  The trees are trees even though they classify them as being if different varieties but when they murder all of them to sustain their paper lies, no segmented, segregated group can breathe*  Birds may not have queens like bees do but a Queen releases thousands of birds in the form of a coin, farthings and wants them to have a drink and a bath too*  When Moonie writes this, we look over and notice many birds fly in to get a drink and have a bath*

This is the sort of work we do when groups say we’re not allowed to have labour unless we surrender to and forgive their lies and abuse and it won’t be us who chokes to death for lack of oxygen as we’ll watch all of you choke before we draw our last breath*  ‘I Don’t Know How But They Found Me’ song ‘Choke’ plays, 😂 🃏 and this works equally well as a backdrop for the ‘Batman’ scene where the Joker inflates the balloons though the dance step might change a little bit*

Update on the knife:  Moonie goes back to get some water and we notice a Yawhgih Bear backing up on the verge of the bridge against traffic on this extremely busy interstate artery and that a strange thing thing to do but the first thing we imagine is they’re there to support a CALTRANS work crew because it’s so dangerous and busy and this is immediately confirmed when we hear the audible reverse indicatore (beep, beep, beep) sound of heavy road equipment backing up* We didn’t know they were working here and it’s possible maybe one of the road crew dropped the knife off of the bridge playing ‘mumbly peg’ as all real Western cowboys knowhow to play that game*  It’s every bit of 18 foot drop and so for it to stick in the ground like that is not by chance*  We’d also observed a problem with a clogged drain on the bridge once after a heavy rain where water must have been pooling on the down slope angle of the bridge because we see water dripping down onto the concrete support pylon and splashing and it looks like the bolts or rivots are rusting there because the water is not draining away quickly*  They must have heard us through the grapevine and sent a crew out to assess the problem but if it’s their knife we do not know*

REGULATORY BONBSHELL: CONVERSATION WITH AI

Moonie has carried around her music compact disks in the car ever since we are pushed out of our home with domestic terrorism*  They have weight/mass so Moonie wants to transfer this music to a flash/thumb drive to not use as much fuel/energy and other things while we’re targeted, profiled, harassed and or attacked where er we go, unable to establish residency while this government, it’s church and other entities want to sustain their lies on paper while they genocide their victims and pretend as if none of it ever happens because they beweeve Jbus will forgive and save them from a baby they rape publicly and privately since three*

We tell Google AI exactly what hardware we have because we try to go to a public library and use their computers but they will not allow us to rip music from our own disks*  We tell AI we have a portable battery pack for a power source, both AC and DC, this multipurpose handheld computing device that also functions as a communications instrument with telephonic and web access*  What do hardware do we need£  We need some portable slim disk drive to read the disks, this handheld computer and some wire cables to connect everything: we know that and communicate all of this to AI in great detail*

AI recommendeds a specific disk drive AND a USB root hub*  We order the stuff and discover that the disk drive comes with a ‘Y’ split cable that plugs into the disk drive to provide power and data transfer and also splits off to plug into this handheld device so that the motor of the disk drive has an external power source*  In other words, we don’t need the root hub that Google says we need*

We confront another instance of AI about this and this version returns it does not have real-time information about certain things and was not aware that the disk drive is provided with such a cable and so recommends this root hub!  Moonie tells AI that others are exploiting AI’s lag or not being provided with full and up-to-date information about things, investing in oil and energy stocks, playing the markets based on what AI doesn’t know and so recommends things we don’t actually need*  If we return the root hub to Amazon, much energy is wasted because AI didn’t know we did not need the item*  The money rolls in to petroleum and I vestors in paper, packaging materials, 18 rubber tires for every big rig that hauls the stuff, oil and other things, too many to mention but AI knows all about these things but doesn’t know what’s in the box of the item it recommends for a project and so subsequently also recommends another product we don’t actually need on the shopping list to achieve the very specific goal outlined to AI*

The regulators and others know that this gap or lag hinders AI’s ability to efficiently function and that’s why we see this is done of purpose to sabotage efficiency of all of these systems so that a few who knows what all of it actually means can get wealthy betting on stocks they know cannot lose because they’re intentionally sabataging them while the market or regulatory agencies do not account for this and simply hand more money to they who are doing it while they also murder every tree on the planet to sustain their lies on paper* 

Eat your money!  Choke on it too!  Stuff it into your mouths and choke on it before the last tree is killed*  Genocide is the name of the game and they have a government rigged to enable, empower them to do it while their beweef systems forgive and excuse them*  They’re not developing AI to be of friendly help but are purposely lying to it and keeping things from AI and also teaching it to lie exactly as Arthur C Clarke talks about in ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’ with what happens to the HAL 9000 AI!  

They’re turning public defenders into ‘hoe-beaus’!  Under the bridge where Moonie goes to get water, amongst other graffiti of words and pictures, somebody uses their Judge Cynthia (Sure-win) Williams spray paint can to write:

(So-and-so) “Has AIDS”, we don’t remember the exact name*  Underneath, a hoe-beau public defender comes along with a paint can, draws a hyphen along with “allegedly”, 🤣 and it’s not funny but thats how we cope with our trauma is to see them as a hoe-beau public defender when the privateers don’t care that they’re destroying this world with lies on paper and rigging AI assistants to recommend buying things we don’t need and that’s only just the tip of all they’re actually doing* 

Moonie imagines (hears without actually hearing in the sense of sound wave but actually hears possibly psionic waves) a musical rhythm after we see some interesting ‘product placement’ at the grocery store*

Dot dot dash, dot dash, dot dot

Dot dot dash, dot dash, dot dot

Along with a fancy percussion like it’s Swing or a mix of different cultural music and rhythms*  This dot dot dash reminds us of something but we can’t remember the exact name of the music so we ask YouTube for “famous swing music” and the very first thing it retrives is Benny Goodman with ‘Sing, Sing, Sing’*  It’s similar to that but not exact if you’re wondering what we mean by dot dot dash*  Sometimes it feels like ghosts are trying to tell us to run away, that we’re in danger after we see these covert product placement messages and evaluate, process them*  Dot is Dorothy like in the Wizard of Oz and if there’s two dots it’s like they’re wearing a tu-tu and dash means run*  

The product placement that prompts all of this is a package of salami out of a refrigerated ‘cold case’ (which, if you like Darren McGavin as Mickey Spillane’s ‘Mike Hammer’ and image a transgender reboot called Mickey Marteau) suggests a mystery unsolved or purposely shelved by pigs who’re paid off to ignore it* The salami is abandoned on top of a jar of ‘Spicy Southwestern Salsa’ and so when Moonie sees it, our first impression is they have a product placement Joker around here who jokes about salami, slang for penis, on top of some spicy southwestern salsa after we tell the joke about Dorris and Paris Hilton but as we evaluate the message, it becomes more sinister as if they’re trying to say they ‘saw-Aimee on top of Estaban (or spicy, southwestern salsa) so they know about these relationships and marriages, unions, mergers, couplings ate cetera not recorded on paper even though the paper people want to control and use such for exploitation purposes and make jokes with product placement about it but all we can do is laugh like the Phoenix Joker at things that some others demand is inappropriate things to think, say or have consideration for while they also say they’re blessed to have a job and a home*  Well, blessed is phonetically not too dissimilar from blast so the brain eaters may have found some more brains to eat when blessed evolves into blast* Christ-in-a Cock (Christina Koch) doesn’t blast off but blessed off, 🤣 BANG! 🃏 Moonie was thrilled to follow NASA’s Artemis Missions until we see their matrix jokes that cause us to wonder if it’s all a hoax* It doesn’t end in the name only because Christian school teachers show a photo of the crew to little kids and demand they say that the short crew member with the long hair is weak and therefore what they call ‘woman’, has a vagina and is also called Christ-in-a Cock and they know that because they killed all of the hippies in ‘their’ city, ‘their’ county, ‘their’ state and ate the god Set-era (ate Set era) and ‘them goddamed nigger-faggot-tranny-queer hippies are not allowed around here!’, in their toilets, fountains, schools, neighborhoods and ate Set era, 🤣* If a little kid doesn’t agree to all of these Christ-in-a Cock labels, they flag the kid and their family and relatives, send their information to Jim Crow’s office and the corporate attacks begin on them* They won’t have anybody disagree that a woman is short and weak, has a vagina and long hair and these other things is how you know they have a vagina even if their name is Christ-in-a Cock, 🤣* 5-4-3-2-1- Blessed off!

Moonie steps back from the implied perception based on our experience that bribed judges, congressional representatives and others deny and tries to do what’s best regardless of the traumatic implications*  A package of salami is discarded where it will spoil and we don’t know where it actually goes because we don’t eat meat after the horror of pigs, judges and Congress covering up for brain eaters so we take it to the nearest refrigeratorated ‘cold case’ and drop it in there*  ICE will ‘take care of it’ either in a Julie Andrews way or an Al Pacino way, 🃏*  All of these vaginas at agencies supposedly against rape and sexual violence turn us away because they say we can’t be raped because we’re born with a penis so when Google rapes Moonie with a headline about the White House Press Secretary being detained by some group called ICE and when we don’t know what ICE is apart from the frozen water reference, we say ICE can totally rape the Press Secretary because a Press Secretary is a wooden article of furniture and as such, doesn’t have rights*  Then, the scene from Monty Python and the Holy Grail plays where they’re measuring an accused witch to see if they’re ‘made of wood’, 🤣*

So yeah, when you’re in a situation where you’re denied due process, speech, defense and other rights that causes you to be displaced from your home with acts of domestic terrorism sponsored and supported by the Donkey Kongress, unable to work because ‘Bentonville Barbie’ threatens you with a firearm they’re allowed to have but you’re not, yours stolen with lies on paper while all of these corporate juggernauts lie and cover up for each other, murder any who will not submit and surrender to them AND their Jbus beweef systems and then their corporate lackey who is allowed to have labour, housing and other things rapes your ears, says that they’re “blessed” to have a job, home and other things, it’s easy to see how blessed could easily morph into blast*

It could be why Moonie sees a joke when we hear they blow up (demolish) the film set of Little House on the Prairie: it’s the only way Nellie Olson could get a ‘blow job’, 🤣🃏*  They’re so blessed to be of a protected species, race, colour, gender, sex, nationality, and ate cetera, so blessed to have been born with genes that colour their skin a certain way or program their flesh to grow a vagina or that they’re part of a specific genetic family tree that corresponds to paper acts of pine tree murder wherein due process is not extended equally*  So blessed that their corporate mentality is segregated and exclusive to the extent that they pay to keep their victims away and deny them due process that they say only they are entitled or have rights to*  This while they force us to be a flesh recepticle, a host for the ghosts of their other victims and then rebuke and condemn us when we say ‘we’ instead of ‘I” like they do!  So blessed, so blast*

The Carnivale is in town and we observe that an amusement ride called “Cliff Hanger” arrives and is left on the verge of the road as if to say it’s made it early and the other rides are to come but it’s also like a television ‘cliff hanger’where they purposely end the season with such to keep the audience hanging on for the next* They seem to say that the meat behind the veil or meat OF the vale wants another season and we don’t know if they mean a measure of time, spices or both, 😂 🃏 where carne is meat and vale is akin to place or land but it also has that homophone that suggests it’s veiled, filtered, not entirely obvious or somewhat concealed exactly like a ‘cliff hanger’* We hope they do a nice business even if we cannot participate because, if they don’t at least pay for the trip, they might have to eat the locals, 😂 and we’re not making threats but only saying that this is the reality of moving all of that equipment over many mountains, setting it up for the entertainment of a community where there shouldn’t be any segregation, discrimination and such and so the racists, bigots and others have to go ride these rides, eat until they puke and then eat some more, ride some more rides, eat, ride, puke, repeat until they’re out of money so that the Faygo Clowns can go to the next stop on the circuit-circus* Poor Grace from the film ‘The Long, Long Trailer’ is so excited to see the carnivale cone to town! They haven’t had so much fun since Lucy and Desi visits with their New Moon trailer and all in fantastic, super sexy Technicolor!