The following seems to be a sketch of some kind as if they want us to write for a Stepford-Westworld Production*

This place sometimes feels like it’s all a show though it’s not the place exactly as it is these subbed automotons that you might normally see as people or human but we see as humanoid in appearance meaning not necessarily human and then people as in they look out for the least among them even when such are not humanoid at all but insects, avians, felines and such and that’s how we spot the humanoid automotons who seem more like actors being influenced to behave in certain ways whenever they get close to us while also disregarding the least among them*

Moonie is parked on the side of the road on a infrequently used street/road in a rural mountain town that’s close to the interstate and local shops, eateries and fuel depots that pop up immediately adjacent to these exits from the main artery*  Tractor Trailers park along here and also use it as a place to turn around so Moonie observes where they do this and parks out of the way further up this road so as not to block them or make it difficult*  

Different humanoid characters go by in various different modes of transport, some walk with their humanoid companion, canine (no, not K-9 from Doctor Who but that would be cool since we’ve got all of these humanoid robots anyway), some on bikes, skateboards or operating vehicles of one kind or another but Moonie tries not to pay any attention to them mainly because they all demand privacy and other rights that their corporate masters, lawmakers, politicians and such demand that we’re not allowed to have but we are not and their overlords don’t want to admit their liability so they harness these humanoid robots through their subscription and other agreements that causes them to become like remote controlled slaves or some kind of robot even though if you sliced them open, you probably wouldn’t find and microchips, diodes, transistors and such because they don’t need those to be robots: all they need is to surrender through their voluntary subscription to whatever corporate mechanism(s) and those mechanics take over, influence and direct them to be like puppets of different kinds in a performance but you don’t see the marianetre yet you know they’re pulling strings or fiddling with knobs somewhere*

Moonie is more interested in the avians that whistle and chirp, exotic birds we’ve never heard before or are learning new songs or chatter*  They’re not owned on a piece of paper by any corporate mob of liars, racist, rapists, ritual killers and that sort of thing*  Moonie’s illusion that the humanoids are free, independent and or sovereign beings is destroyed when our character is murdered with lies on paper while the judge denies us due process but instead tells us “eat Jesus and get an exorcism” while they destroy the entirety of their paper law country to protect a serial killer who eats the brains of their victims because 1* they’re born with a vagina, 2* they’re not vaccinated with the COVID vaccines and so don’t have genetic and other material owned by pharmacuitical companies deployed in their blood and so operate covertly under the radar like an assassin for these big corporations, 3* the ‘big wigs’: the so called authorities, judges, CEOS, lawmakers and other elected personages are all playing the ‘secrets game’, have vulnerable secrets and so are induced to keep the secrets of others if only to maintain their own and so they are not impartial and take sides in everything they do in ways they beweeve will keep them and their secrets safe*

Moonie sees a huge blackbird, a crow or raven or something (Moonie doesn’t know enough about them to know how to distinguish them) and throws an all-monde towards them after saying hey and getting their attention*  The bird hesitates but hops over, closer and closer, pausing between advances like it’s making sure we’re not trying to trick or hurt them and when it gets to the prize, it strikes out at in with its long head and in the same motion hops into the air and flutters a short distance away, drops it but then repeats in a similar way*

We see big Bluebirds or Jays of some kind with tall, black Mohawks or punk hairdoos*

Then we turn our attention to shopping for a new smartphone because this device, we recently discover, is not being updated with new software and we already have enough problems with covert and direct corporate attacks on us in one form or another so at least if we stay on top of that game, there’s less to worry about when they’re bribing or otherwise influencimg and controlling judges to tell us “eat Jesus and get an exorcism”*

We still hear the birds and do not ignore them as they’ll sometimes pop or whistle and get our attention, especially if we haven’t heard that bird before which is more than we can say for these humanoids who want to gag and shut us up, say only they are allowed to have speech*  They don’t like to hear our various characters or different British and other accents, toffs and Super-Cali-fragile-lispy queers because then we ask them where are they and they don’t have an answer other than to seek a shelter, look for a safe place in one or more of their corporate bodies*

We hear a rolling noise that sounds like a skateboard*  We don’t pay it much attention but notice a humanoid with a tote bag of items, possibly groceries but we can’t say for sure, go by with this tote bag sitting on the board, handle in their hands as they’re pulling it along in this way*  We had seen them before and wonder if they are homeless and dwelling in the forest but they don’t speak to us so we don’t interact with them only to the level of these things related to sharing a public space without or with minimal impedance*  Moonie is not adverse to being social but we don’t usually make the first move because of our previous experiences or if it’s in a situation where there are not others about*  We worrid if they were okay and had what they needed the first time we see them but this time they go by with what looks like a tote full of provisions so at least they’re not starving*  All of these images are cumulative and only from quick observations made while involved in these encounters and also while trying to to be too involved because nobody cares about us so we cannot invest too much concern as to their condition especially after this government allows their vaccinated, corporately owned robots to attack us, commit acts of domestic terrorism against us and push us from our home without due process while the local so called authorities deny their attacks and refuse to allow us to press charges*  We’re a registered voter over there but cannot establish residency anywhere to vote even though they try to seek our forgiveness and want us to excuse the failure of their systems by simply registering to vote even though we’re unhoused and don’t have a mailing address here but we do over there where we are registered and the difference between these two conditions amounts to their refusal to admit to their abuse, offer renumeration and reparation or any avenue of due process other than to say Jbus forgives them if we’ll fill in this voter registration form even though we don’t have a residential address to list on it while they all pretend like they’re not responsible even as they wave their flags, say we’re all united and that stupid shit*  Here’s a stack of paper for you to fill in!  Be a tree murderer like us even though they flip-flop their laws so much to deny their abuse, their socio-economic-political-beweef system corporations protects them depending on their security clearance and their importance as a secret keeper which is one reason they go around setting traps for others, baiting them into compromising situations where they could attempt to gain control and influence*  We’ve already told them it doesn’t do us any good to fill in paperwork because the same corporate jobs that want us to fill in paperwork so they’ll all have paper jobs, paper homes, paper families, paper friends, paper churches, paper racketball clubs, paper government, paper everything is the same mob that then (in one way or another) pushes us out of ‘their’ territory, ‘their’ city, ‘their’ township, ‘their’ cunty, ‘their’ state, ‘their’ cunt-tree because they got what they wanted: a piece of paper that gets them funding from one source or another, paper proof that they’re doing their jobs in earnest but instead their game is get that piece of paper and then get their covert assassins that work secretly for their agencies to threaten, harass, target, profile, stalk and such to force us to another area in their corporate control networks and try to get us to fill in more paperwork over there because they’re also members of this socio-economic-political-beweef system family that only needs us to fill in paperwork and once they get it, they don’t need us anymore but their buddies in the next county or state do (at least until they get that paperwork to guarantee them a job that’s nothing to do with aiding victims fleeing violence but only sustaining their own beweef system safety)*

Still, Moonie sees what appears to be a humanoid in a situation that may be considered as being less than our own particular situation as at least we still have our vehicle to safely rest in this wilderness of Lions and tigers and bears, O m’eye but they go by with a load of supplies and they may also be standoffish when it comes to interacting with other either from being a proud survivor or abuse from others too so it’s difficult to reach out to them and ask if they’re okay or if we have anything to spare or share with them*  It must be difficult being an Okie, chased away from one place to the next, trying to be friends with other transient victims but desperation causes some to rob or even murder others and some also eat the victims so there’s that and that’s not an exaggeration, Aimee Nicole Corrigan of Soylent Greenfield 45123*

These casual interactions would be dismissed and not scrutinized to this degree if not for violence that follows shortly after the humanoid with the skateboard goes by*  As we say, we notice they have a tote of things so go back to what we’re doing trying to sort out our own difficulties when suddenly the rolling sound stops maybe 100 feet ahead of us and because of this, it prompts us to look again and wonder why they stop, be aware of our surroundings especially since this government steals our defense, our firearms with lies on paper and forces us into this road because their secret of raping us for fun and profit ever since we’re three is more important than we are*  Control over they who get privately wealthy from raping a baby in public is all that matters to them*  It feeds and strokes their egos and then  there’s the counter espionage and other binary games they play to justify their fake competition they want you all to beweeve in when in reality, it’s all rigged*

Moonie quickly looks away from her smartphone to glance why the rolling skateboard sound stops*  We see the humanoid standing but hunched over slightly forward with their elbows in a position that indicates they are texting, using their smartphone or something*  We don’t actually see them use a smartphone but the posture suggests it*  Moonie thinks they stop to do this and just as quickly goes back to what she’s doing but soon we hear loud talking and look towards them again and are surprised to see a light duty truck in the middle of the road pointed downhill in our direction stopped there and the driver is talking through the passenger window to this skater and we again go back to what we’re doing, not caring if it’s a drug deal,  they’re getting their dick sucked or their pussy holes fucked, whatever: that’s not what we’re there for so we stay out of whatever is going on and this somehow causes one or more involved to get upset and start a fight with the other*  They raise their voices and shout as if to demand we look at them and so now Moonie starts to feel like this is all a trap being set, trying to get us to get involved, bait us into a trap of some kind so we try to ignore it even more and then we hear shouts from one to the effect of “that guy over there is a witness” (fucking hell, 🤣) and look up up long enough to see them fumbling with their smartphone like they’re calling the cops*  Are they trying to scare us into leaving£  Are they scared of us because they don’t know who we are£  Is this some kind of homeless turf war or gangland drug cartel shit£  Moonie doesn’t know but we’re not there for any of those reasons and only found a place so stop and rest in the shade of the old Bigfoot tree*  Do they expect us to get scared and run away when they mention something about being a witness which suggests they’re calling the cops£  🤣, Moonie doesn’t run*  Anyway, it’s not long before we hear the siren heading that way and see Ralphy shake their head as they look out the window of their grade school classroom and see Flick with their tongue stuck to ‘a pole’ (🤣), flailing their arms about while this white stuff, erm, ‘snow’ (yeah, that’s the ticket) rains down on them and one of Ralph’s classmates gears the siren and says “geez, it’s the cops”, 🤣*  We sort of half expected the fire department to show up too, 🤣*

We don’t know if it’s a lover’s quarrel or what, drug deal gone bad, some trap they’re trying to bait us into or if it’s Cheech arguing with Chong about a deposit on pop bottles*  Hey!  Those were my pop bottles, man! 🤣 It’s possible one of them had their tongue stuck to the other’s ‘tetherball pole’ in another instance and this argument is directly related to that but we can’t say for sure*  They could also be a victim of rape and abuse but so are we so what exactly do they want us to do about it£  We can’t park on the side of the road in a rural town without this scenario that feels like a set up because of the gesture they make when we hear the skateboard stop rolling and see them look as if they’re texting somebody, summoning their acting or other partner*  Did they expect us to be Sir Galahad or some shit and cum to their rescue or is that part of the trap where they worship us as a hero to get close to us, gain our confidence and then bring ‘the ex’s back into the picture once our guard is down to rob us£  Moonie doesn’t know but Burroughs would and talks about it in ‘Junkie’*  

All Moonie can do is project to chill out and be cool because they’re frightening the birds and there’s many much more shittier places on this planet or others to be in so pause, look around, look at the trees and birds and things and think of the least among you who cannot vote but they have a voice that you refuse to hear when you yell and scream, put on this big show to try and get us to look at you instead of the birds!

When we didn’t run to their aid, they call the cops*  All we could do is sit there and project things like chill out, you’re scaring the birds because we are not going to allow anybody, citizens, junkies, pigs, brain eating whores or whatever to push us away anymore even though we don’t have a firearm for defense*  We have an army of birds, bats, frogs, bees, bears, lizards, big mountain kitty cats and such so you humanoid, corporate owned robots better stop with the games or we’ll pull the plug on Stepford-Westworld and what will the Griswold’s do if they finally arrive at Wally World after a shitty road trip and find it’s closed but the Google business profile says it’s open, 🤣*  If the Moose has an asshole, you know that phone is going up it*

One lone cop arrives which is strange but we’ll explain that shortly*  Still, Moonie ignores the situation until one of they involved in this quarrel approaches and asks if we’ll tell the cop what we seen, be a witness and we politely explain that we didn’t see much of what happened, tried to ignore it because we aren’t there for that purpose and we’re busy on the phone while it was going on but this upsets them and they sort of half glare, half wear a hurt face like they’re a beat up puppy dog and say something about ‘so you just hurt your head in the sand’ or some shit but we tell them if they, the cop, wants to talk to an innocent traveler not directly involved in whatever this is, here we are* 

The cop eventually steps over and we tell them that we don’t know exactly who did what and tried to stay out of it other than to look away and project chill out, keep cool, no need for this violence*  The cop said they remember us from when they recently stopped us for our tailight and license tag light being out but here’s where the ‘one line cop’ thing gets intersting*  When they stop us for lights being out, we see at least three cops and possibly more and a backup unit arrives when they stop tranny with out of state tags for a light out*  Yeah*  So now there is this call to their department about a violent encounter (and this another reason why we think it’s staged) and only one cop shows up and doesn’t even have a partner£!  Something doesn’t smell right about that but we didn’t say anything to them about it but still, it’s fun to write about honestly and it also causes us to wonder if the other cops present when they stop us for the lights out are only holograms, 😂*  They might not be real at all but it only thought or other projections*  See how this unequal treatment causes us to wonder exactly what the fuck is going on£  Tranny comes zooming by in her car but under the frozen limit so they can’t get us on that and make it stick unless they lie but they don’t and I stead tell us the lights are out*  Cool*  We tell them we’ll get off the road and have a look, see if it’s a fuse or bulb rattled lose from these bumpy, dirt roads*  Moonie does this not far from where they stop us and they haven’t left yet and we hear one or more of them laugh about something when we get out of the car and think they’re laughing at our clothes or the way we’re attired*  

Then this other situation happens and only one cop shows up*  Something going on there*  Where’s the backup cruiser£  Only thing we can figure is they must know whoever calls them, probably already knows what it’s all about and sends only one unless, like we muse, they have a device that broadcasts holograms when they need it*  It might sound silly, it might sound crazy but what else are we supposed to think when Tranny gets swarmed for a light out but violent fighters or play actors require only one unit to be dispatched£  They weren’t mean to us when they tell us about the light except for the laughing*  Maybe Charlie X made them ‘go away’ or something*  Now Google should record frantic searches for Charlie X if they don’t know what it is and suddenly Paramount subscriptions increase, 🃏 🎈 🤡*

Oh yeah!  That reminds us: don’t know if it’s real but read a head line above the noose to the effect that Warmer Brothers, Paramount and something called Discover want to have a menage a trois and we write about this but it seems to tie in here*  We don’t know if they mean the Discovery Channel, Space Shuttle Discovery, Discovery (Hal 9000), the discovery phase in a trial or they want to play disc golf with ovaries, 🤣 (disc-overy)*  In some of Moonie’s many stories, the ghosties suggest that this disc golf craze is like throwing snowballs at a skeleton in a medieval gibbet but they seem to be modifying it with this new disc-overy*

Here’s the basics simplified:

Warner Brothers, Paramount and Discovery want to have a PUBLIC menage a trois and because of covert manipulation by privateers, their want is more of a need, a necessity to be transparent about it*  Those blocking them get rich from private corporations that rape us with covert menage in different ways while their privateer egos are wired to get hard ons (and possibly use those to have offspring and families they say we’re not allowed to have) and ego strokes*

Example but not limited to this: Moonie goes to Dollar General in ‘Athens Grease, the Musical’ to purchase a few items but the clerk answers the phone that’s connected to this point of sale kiosk, register and other things*  We are highly sensitive and ‘feel’ that we’re being violated but they act as if we’re expected to be raped by all of them without consent or voluntary participation yet it’s totally possible for the clerk to say “Dollar General, please hold”, push the hold button that insulates our transaction from this other who conveniently just happens to call exactly when Tranny steps up to pay for her items (don’t beweeve it as it’s carefully choreographed with the cameras in the store and other things that interfere on quantum and other energy levels like our solution to the double slit experiment where the electronic eye interferes with the result), allow us to pay for our stuff, have this transaction without it potentially being compromised by this other transaction going on, then take the caller off of hold*  

They want to fuck us with these covert menage but when Warner Brothers, Paramount and Discovery want to merge PUBLICLY and be transparent about it, suddenly, the covert privateer rapists can’t get boners unless they can feel like they luring you into their menage covertly* 

We have the solution for them: the privateers can still privately buy Viagra or other things that give them boners and they’ll still have more privacy than we do, 🤣 but that’s essentially what’s going on with this announced public merger and why the privateers who get off by raping you covertly want to try and cock block it* They can use the money and other energy they get by raping a baby in public to buy Viagra and such and we’ll invest in those things to recoup our losses from being raped by privateers with beweef systems that demand Jbus and their church/state government forgives and excuses them*

Here, we have to drop in a link about ‘A Sam and Crimeny Craft Production’, 🤣