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'This is a prison for everything we don't know about the CIA' 0239am

From today after weeks of continuous bleeding in my ear canal, that at least directly coincided with a terrible sharp pain in a listening receptor I assume to be a cochlear nerve, which does give me the sensation of a what would have to be used as propagation for a knowable physical anomaly, I.e. not psychosis or a demon.

#bleeding ears #bloody ear canal #sharp pain cochlear nerve

'Coming up with ideas with this kind of nerve,' said as a nerve that feels optic and facial is sharply triggered, alluding to another way to suppress behavior this securing power, or confirming ownership.....keeps presenting an image of a hurt antagonist desperately trying to impart precociousness in general, in some kind of lesson about making social mistakes that mean nothing to most of the sentient planet, like dating 20 years ago and then deciding mutual incompatibility.....inducing this like neighborhood linear life story mindset so I can feel. downturn that's undeniably finite in a way that we must be made to thoroughly experience, where everything's in sync and whole and mostly brainless in a livestock kind of way not a gestalt artist kind of way, and forget about the most expensive purchase I've ever made in my entire life, my college education, and what that could lead to....left with sensation of needing a different kind of restraining order really badly.

So gradually a tiny relinquishing of a hard reasoning becomes a big catch, where you're no longer in possession of your own thinking, especially as much as your DNA points to tendency toward certain types of intellectual work before telephony, so that in this case a pop icon is s

The sensation of my penis not achieving full arousal...not just impotency, but as an identity check, what attraction and a desirable object would normally generate as far as a signature arousal....its truncated as if each looking session of media was being heavily policed, physiology policed so that castration ritual as an extension of a slave ritual was discreetly enforced....in tandem withe sensation of the soul or life force being replaced with various hosts, ejaculation interrupted, arousal made feel like it dissipates before it can really feel satisfying .....the sensation of any physiology that's satisfying that has to do with personal sense of pleasure is compulsively excavated with a sense of frightening desperation....so that a punishment ensues for having achieved arousal ...and pure heterosexual feelings that happen to be endlessly satisfying are made to feel worthy of reprisal....often the sensation is of penis inside mine, under the auspices of a kind of religious help but with clearly less invested sensation, sound of men or a guy making flatulence sounds if a woman is curvy or manipulating the olfactory glands to smell shit or menstrual blood when the sensation of satisfying arousal takes place. I've never raped or committed any other criminal sexual offense, so this treatment wouldn't be warranted in that respect, and I'm not a performing artist so this wouldn't help me get into an industry I actually want.....this is another person's arousal limit as if someone privately needed to experience reprisal happening to me for arousal they discreetly witnessed even though Im not religious and so not under any institution....

'I need that f--king solitary thinking,' alluding to attempting verisimilitude of research mindedness, and this sensation is exactly like that like a loss of research mindedness which is like being murdered for some professions..

continuously undermining political agency by suggesting not being privy enough l, in the know, which is extremely debilitating and discouraging over time.....

This is what I really wanted....to see his potential go away for this stuff ...after the sensation of having a sense of self like soul or life force swapped out for a lesser one, especially a discontinuation momentum that comes from improvement or consistent production......a sensation of continuously being emptied....with teeth becoming increasingly brittle after each exchange....recently, pieces of a tooth mixed in with chewing food that's difficult to break down.

keeps a rhetoric going about retaliating for naming a company 'king' ball, so showing what a real king is or something.

Keeps alluding to indictment over fascism (I stopped voting for a while, years after working as a canvasser for a primary in nyc, because I didnt believe my voting choices were private. And this was sort of confirmed when a voting reminder in the mail warned that neighbors would have access to our voting records if we didn't register to vote, so communal pressure to participate which only seems to be an imperative for a kind of outcome.) after working through various law forms, institutions and departments alone over a decade.

...still evidence of bleeding in the ears, like I said, which at least correlated to intensified reception of cochlear nerve frequencies. Blood leaked out of my ears while I slept. I'll post a photo of bloodied q-tips later as well as a bloodied ear, so not psychosis or imagined, and not a interdimensional demon, and obstructable like an rf signal, with lead aprons dentists use for X-ray photography, so a knowable physical phenomenon.

Says pedophiles are into making sure their work is really fine tuned (this while continuously disrupting the even basic conditions for decent research, which I had looked forward to when I decided to purchase a college education with tens of thousands of dollars on my own money.), so if you can imagine after endless toil, being made to feel the sensation of an aversion to fine art, or high quality study or work forced into you....keeps alluding to a possible future prosecution for a sex crime or misbehavior from twenty years ago.

sensation alluding to sabotage via rf signal (that really does cause the ears to bleed after being sucked farther into the cranium and is thus knowable) at the cellular scale in extremely careful preparation for a prosecution for a sexually criminal deviance like pedophilia, especially as much as that would be needed to validate past false allegations of crimes of a socially reprehensible nature.

Continuously framing circumstances as a competition, it seems to suggest overlooking what can be perceived as an atrocity, and rightful to openly lament and quite sensitively fret over.

Image of an infant or a infant doll that in a semiconscious state is made to adhere to a haptics cranio-physiological, (like what would work as augmented reality or virtual reality (oculus rift operated by only brain activity, so no hand controller needed) so a brainy sense that's directional now's responsible for more of an object shift left or right....A middle finger's presented as a predator that I even in a semiconsciousness attempt to move away from what I know a mischievous externally based antagonist tends to do, which is what happens: the middle finger moves towards the infants crotch. The sensation is corrosion over time, a kind of confirmation bias activity, that's not unlike a cult member addictively recruiting through nonstop pressured rhetoric where while a subject refuses outrightly and repeats that refusal, a recruiter in this case, increasingly tends towards the infinitesimal in terms of what's considered to be a yes permission response. Like i've said before (as I wrote this, I experience what's like an aphasia for short term memory, an exact intention in terms of what's valuable as what can be reasoned about this is removed after thinking about it.)......Even if refusal is successful, a breach has already occurred, which at least temporarily irreparable damage. The sensation is one of a person attempting protection racket or black mail with desperation, using a lot of to-be-assumed-private brain activity....so that even preventative gesture (entertain the possibility of a breach when the subject of a kind of socially reprehensible deviance's alluded to) as a calibration for defense against a gateway drug of an image supply to the visual cortex is made the thing in itself, what a subject would truly like to think, prompting a kind of mental rescue which while seeming to keep a negative thought from materializing, removes, for instance, a cohesion that, for instance, makes researching and planning second nature. When that duty, which is near involuntary is reintroduced after being removed, it newly unwieldy thus creating an aversion whereas before there hadn't been one. So, as an aversion increases, and that duty becomes more unwieldy, and after internalized as a purely self-constructed vice, the social stigma thus anguish from having that known or made task again becomes unbearable....allowing for black mail or a protection-racket. In this case the sensation is an observation of my internal thinking activity by an externally based observer who had been anxious for a confirmation of some truth or incrimination and found the possibility of a deviance that could work as a way to further gain information thus control, and so repeats prying over time (in this case innuendo) of course with confirmation bias with the intent of an inkling being seen as correct in a way that validates all past false allegations and harassments against me.

Allusions to the infinitesimal verisimilitude of another person's voice and speech manner as a model for a voice and speech manner forced onto a subject to falsely associate what was said in private conversations by that person with the voice that's being copied. Talks as if a foregone conclusion that blackmail or protection rackets is a normal tactic to subdue political or other opponents, in such a way that people are prosecuted for past conversations that were recorded in a Stasi manner....again the goal here seems to be social mutilation if not social certainty.

Bleeding out of the ears....which I've documented by collecting blood with qtips...and with hope a supporting photograph. No, never never wanted the entertainment industry. Never dreamed of it, I still don't want that industry. I've never published music, and I never will. This isn't a demon or psychosis in the sense that it isn't a knowable and therefore explainable studiable ( embarrassingly easy answer to all of this notwithstanding ) kind of violence done to the body. And for people in places like Massachusetts, this is assault committed over and over again, the really clear threat of violence discreetly communicated in a way that isn't detectable by most people, or they would be powerless to it, so they wouldn't be liable in a negligent kind of way.

I documented before an overarching animation that's continuous as a kind of probabilistic image creation that mocks image production, what's interpreted in the way we view the natural world as well what's thought, but a lot of being faster or fast what's involuntarily thought, kind of behaviors that are aways private and so would never be personally invoked as evidence of mental capabilities, but a subject is made to account for those capabilities the way a man would be chastised for the overly optimal speed of his heart beats. For artists, who treasure their optical abilities this really does feel like being molested, like someone you don't know or like rubbing your genitals continually for years and disrupting arousal or climaxing associated sexual activity, but this actually does disrupt any kind of sexual behavior, so a strange loss of confidence in terms of possessing your own body at least having ownership of your own body for descendants for slaves who have a need to reconcile that.

A kind of sensation of a presence goads corrosively at respiration, all body functions as if that's sought after no matter what, as a kind of desperate equalizer despite what's gained by singularity in the post-cold war age, especially as much as intellect can be encapsulated in the nasal passages, a kind of physiological resonance of clarity in a respiration frontal lobe tandem sensation.

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