TODAY HAS BEEN CANCELLLED, GO BACK TO BED!
THE FEDERAL PAJAMA GAME
Now, in this cloak and dagger world, I live in, I have to watch everyone, some start as friends, lovers, who later turn to foes, enemies, or with conflicted interests, as time tends to do, with, relationships, friendships, because, as Hippocrates, said, you can't step in the same water, twice in a river . . . it has moved on down, stream. So, my friend, lover, not boyfriend, but, something, who brought me here, it appears, has complications, he didn't have, when, I first came, or he has compromised, his position, or something has changed, maybe me leaving twice, without telling him, reliability matters, and with men, reliable sex, matters. From Steve Harvey's book, Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man, he almost justifies, male, prerogative, of having sex, with a new partner, of course, it doesn't mean anything, so we should forgive, because sex to a man, or love to a man, is different, than that of a woman. BULL SHIT, God didn't distinguish, between, males and females on fornication and adultery! Cheating is fucking cheating. I have told, lover boy, now friend, that, we have something, don't know what it is, and I have encouraged, him, to get a wife, have a family, etc., because he is fucking 22 years younger than, me and my kids would kill me, if they knew! LOL. But, from the first time I met, Miles, I loved him for some reason, no explanation, no rhyme or reason, and it puzzles me to this day. No, this is so far beyond lust, that it is crazy, and I like thicker, older men!
But, from what I am gathering, is there is another female, probably black, he is mixed, so split between two world, kind of a President Obama black, but also, white, torn between two worlds, a prejudice and angry at both races! I would strongly encourage, him, as I said, to dump my ass, not as a friend, but, move to someone, that he could have a permanent relationship with, which is likely not me! I love his mind, that is the hook, or the catch for me, and I have so much as told him this . . . there is a sign on the bus, that says, he treats the whole me. I have, even did yesterday, told him this, on at least two occasions, so, where did this lust, label, come from? I have never lusted after him! I dig sex with him, he is 6'5" and can muscle this not so dainty body around just fine, lol. I dig that, and he seems to dig having sex with me, no judgement, no body shaming, nothing but, let's get it on! Which is great, and I have never, tried to make him, be loyal, but, if he is sleeping with someone else, moving on, there are emotions, miniscule as they are, but I am protective of my heart, and this pajama game, of saying I am one more woman, now black, symbolized by, the black background on my borrowed computer screen, at Sophie's Place, where I don't have time limits, and cops are out of season, and just an obnoxious, annoyance and out of place . . . but, the screen is black, the letters were in about three point, on my blog, and, I was tempted to get another computer and there is a new black chick, young, who has not been here all week, using the computers! I strongly believe Miles, was, is and always has been a cop, and due to the minority status of both, blacks and women, we have had civil right issues in common, and I was hoping of all the cops, that, he would be most likely, because he was smarter than the average cop and fed, that, he would turn, and flip this conspiracy on its head, and start the process of charging, arresting, trying and incarcerating, dirty cops and their bitches, but, instead, he is staying with the cop, mantra, and bringing on another women, to get a pin number, and claim, some of my golden blog!
I has worked so well, with all the white cops, why not play the pajama game with colors, of all hues! Shit, when, you have, cops, all seeing themselves, as the unified, fraternal order of the police, now, under the Patriot Act, even worse, and at war with me for 20 years, it is hard to get a break and they try to control, all males that come in my life, because the ones who would, could and will help me are either bought out, or bribed, or murdered, if they don't take the bait. Now, in all fairness to Miles, I have been the one dragging my feet, wondering what the fuck this thing is we are involved in, but, I do feel that he has taken the cop or party line, on who he was with, which version of me. So, if you think, sex, lust, love, stay the same, you are going to be sorely wrong! Anyone is gambling with time, because, new places, new faces, new, experiences, and new allegiances, all factor in, and nothing is static nor does it stay the same. There were at least three indicator, that things, finally, after four years, had dramatically shifted. I have not found a lover, a cop, a family member, a client, or a friend, who is smooth enough, good enough, or as good a pathological liar, that I can't see right through them!
Everything from, kissing, with a cold, never bothered him, before, to relaxing after sex, to, cleaning this and that, to planning, to get together, in the next few days . . . why, deal with me, who cops, your buddies hate, when, you can pretend, a new, more favorable, age appropriate, woman, is JoAnn S. Secrist, J.D., cops can have the sex, the money, the fame, and the name, and the kids! GREAT DEAL. Alternative facts, don't make, a substitute woman, me, but they have pulled it off, for a fucking long time, but, perhaps my dream, helps me . . . men come and go, kids, don't, thank God, and I have always, banked on my kids! Right from the second, I got a divorce, through every man, and every situation . . . ONLY KIDS! These guys, think, sex is sex . . . but, everything from chemistry, to lasting effect, changes when someone is with another woman or man . . . things just don't stay the same, all changes, even kisses, chemistry, and the make up of the relationship at a quantum level, because, I have felt it time and time again, when, these fuckers think they have me hooked, now the other chick, digs getting to be more, better, smarter, cooler, than, they currently are, so they will allow, the pajama game, but, I will not, so the relationship, is OVER! These guys lose their bragging rights, their attorney, and good sex! LOL!
I always consider it their loss. It takes a while, but that is why, every man, I have been with since, about, 1990, can't get over me and is willing to work with the opposition, so every significant and some not so significant, egos, then, vows to take me down, because, it is the brain, the personality, the knowledge, the law, the confidence, the attitude, that they are attracted to, and they have deceived themselves, into thinking that it is better to be with, this chick or that, but, in the long run, they, fooled themselves . . . there is nothing worse than, when a man, outsmarts himself! Even the money doesn't seem to placate them, after a certain point. The ultimate revenge is MINE!
THE REVENGE OF THE NERD CHILDREN--4 BABY GENIUSES!
In this dream, my baby, Elliot Taylor Secrist, bass guitarist, guitarist, vocalist, musician song writer, for, God's Revolver, hard rock band of 2008, Parallax, Maraloka, Worst Friends, and The Ditch and the Delta, who just performed, in Austin, Texas, at the TERROR FEST, and the source of a shit load of money for cops, over the last, 17 years, if not 20, first having his music, with a thousand mothers and fathers, of success . . . STARBOY . . . I FEEL IT, but, in the dream, Elliot is only about, 8 or 9 years old, and he has, a pet, white mouse, to my chagrin, but he always, loved pets, that is not one he had in real life, and his mother, is terrified, of mice, and a lab mouse, white, pet, is no exception! But, in this dream, Elliot would let his mouse go, and without exception, whether in the house of the car, with the mouse, running loose, Elliot, seemed in total control and able to grab the mouse by the tail, never, losing, sight of it, nor, allowing it to get out of his sight too far. Now, I wondered, what this mouse would symbolize?
White, symbolically, indicates, purity, but, that was not the connection, I made, white is one of the colors, I assigned to Shelley, Rose White, and Rose Red, always, looked at the childhood story my mother read, as Shelley being the oldest, and me being the red rose, long before, I connected that, the color, to the power, fame, passion, energy, youth, and all the symbols that go with, that word, did it more out of order, of the title of the story, so that would, to me, indicate, Shelley the CHURCH MOUSE, as I have often referred to her, humble as a church mouse, not because, she is humble, but because, she doesn't have the qualifications, of me, the attorney, professor, business owner, and online professor, that she is trying to pass off, as her being me, with cops help, in addition to Mormon help, to Utah State Bar, family, and everyone who has benefited from her pirate actions, bandit CD's, leading into, being my surrogate, when, men, government, etc., could not deal with little sister, they, substituted us, or exchanged us, giving me her shit life, of poverty and her my lucrative life, of winning lawsuits, blogging, and my talented kids, are allegedly hers . . . WHAT A FUCKING JOKE!
STAR BOY . . . I JUST FEEL IT!
Just like in the unseen world of, quantum physics, where Einstein, learned, that, unconnected, objects, can be manipulated, getting the same results, as if there were invisible connectors, between, this entity or object, and that. Now, motherhood, is a bit, more connected, than, a board with, red and green lights, or two boards, with someone, programming in one board, only to find, that in a large percentage of the cases, the other board, showed up, the same patterns of lights, with no wires, or visible reason, for the mirror of the first or the controlled board. There is a mother/child bond, that, even when, things, don't go, perfect, as no family, or no mothering does, there is still, this, influence, that can't be denied, a connection, a process of learning, of you could even say, indoctrination or infusion of a mother's mindset, or ideologies, philosophies, that are separate and distinct, that will become more and more evident in a child, no matter how the child tries to avoid those patterns, or at times they fully envelope them, inculcate them into their lives and their thought patterns, with all their will power, fighting, that mother image, all consuming, and powerful, in the hearts and minds of her children. I love and laugh at the saying, Mirror, Mirror on the wall . . . I became my mother after all! The older my daughters and sons, get, the more and more, like me, they get! For good and bad, but mostly for political!
The other morning on the shuttle from Bethany House, where is stayed, the driver had NPR radio, on and someone was interviewing a writer, and her father or the man, she was writing about, had been a big time criminal, and she drew some distinctions, between 12, something, and her father's 12 ideological methods of breaking the law, that he needed to do these 12 things, to do what he felt he needed to do. She went on to say, that, parents were people, before, they became parents, with lives, histories, a background, that is often a mystery to their children, taking them, often a lifetime, to learn who their parents, were, so they can figure out who they are and what makes them tick! There is a private and public side of a parent, that, kids, see, and then, that tip of the iceberg that they don't see. The bad thing about, my life, and what happened to me, either poisoning, or actually getting a terminal brain disease, that, 8 years of my life, was, robbed from me and my children, at a time, they were becoming adults, going from children, or teens to men and women, my daughter, who appears in this dream, or so it seemed, was brought home from Germany where she was serving in the U.S. Air Force, to come visit me, her mother, because, I was not suppose to live, long enough for her to finish her tour of duty. She was devastated. My sons were both, teenagers, and I remember, my oldest son, at the time, 27, demanding my respect as a man, because, the last time, I really had much, recollection and contact with him, he was 17! So what the government has done, has taken a toll on me, and my fucked up, extended family, has taken the opportunity, to create false memories, that never were the case, and even said, that I was estranged from my kids, which has never been the case!
The CIAHACKERAGENCY is trying to control my computer now! I can't center align, nor will they allow me to take the bold off . . . but, in this dream, me, Elliot and who, I think was Nicole, my second daughter, who has essentially been, abducted from, me, since this whole thing happened, first getting out of the Air Force, then, re-upping, becoming a linguist for the military, only to get married, to another linguist, who joined the Mormon Church, as did his mother, and then, shortly after marriage, they lived with his family in Florida, and then, my sister, Sue Schmidt and Kevin, in Pennsylvania, back, 10 or so years ago, entrenching her in, the eastern snobbery, basking in Mormon Church, lore and teachings, and being indoctrinated by very conservative Republican ideology. Who knows, what all, Sue, the sister, one younger than, me and one of my surrogates, without permission to be me, wanted to be Nicole's mother, George's mother, and my grandchildren's grandmother, even so much as told me so . . . so, while the rest of the Secrist children, were being exposed to their mother, returned to the law, and practice, working through, that mysterious side of me, they didn't know, being able to readjust and get reacquainted, after recovery, not dying any more, and going all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court, Nicole, was back east and really missed the whole process, she never saw the two beautiful homes, that I had, nor, saw me drive again, nor saw me practice law and she seemed a tool, to be used, to hurt me, by my very Mo Mo, republican family, who wanted, to have Shelley be me, since, she had been since, they took me out in 2000, completely, even having a family cruise, to celebrate me dying . . . whooppps!
So, Nicole is an interesting case, and for the most part, we have remained close, until about a month ago, and I wrote a sexy text, to lover boy, now, extinct, as of yesterday, that was hi-jacked and sent to Nicole, so that mystery side of any parent, their private love life, was forwarded on to NICOLE, to which, she was disgusted, as most kids, would be, as I would be, endocrinated, in MO MO, rather than, actual CHRISTIANITY! She told me to take her name off, my contact list . . . generally, we talk, we avoid politics, she is as political, conservatively, as I am liberal! But, love, expressed, until, this text was stolen from the true, intended, receiver, not for kids eyes, by any stretch, but when, I told Nicole, that was never intended for her, she wouldn't believe, that the NSA or hackers, did this on purpose . . . so essentially, she called me a liar. I believe, that she had been given false memories of my background, or history, that are so far from the truth, that, when, this text came, she believed the lies and the false memories, because, no body knows my history . . . I hardly think, someone who had sex with her husband, and didn't have sex for 7 years, then, did, with the same man, she now is having sex with but, 4 years apart, really qualifies as a slut or whatever they must have told her about me, but she believed them, NOT HER MOTHER!
THE GIRL WITH THE UGLY PICASSO FACE . . . THAT CAN'T BE MY DAUGHTER . . . SHOWING THE SOUL, THE ATTITUDE, THE ENDOCTRINATION OF FAMILY AND CHURCH! SURE AS SHIT, NOT BASED ON REALITY!
So, I was in the kitchen of someone's house, and, I had a waffle in my hand, and was walking to the TOASTER, and this very ugly girl, tried to stop me, from crossing the room, and she was so grotesque, that I thought, that couldn't be one of my beautiful children, who is this ugly kid? But, I was able to maneuver around her, as she stood in the middle of the room, simply by walking around her, but the waffle was interesting, because it was in the traditional, four waffle pattern, which might indicate, my four children, her part of them, but it was already, covered with, blueberry syrup! Now, blue is one of the signs, or the color, I have assigned, in my symbolic mind, to the Mormon Church, the boring color of the sky, that nobody notices, one of my least favorite colors, a cold color, and just not one I am crazy about, nor am I about the MO MO church, and especially, since, their involvement in politics, my cases, my down fall, stealing my kids, music and books, my family politics, making Shelley, me, taking all that I worked for, and assigning, it to her, like it was her birthright, and so, being the oldest, she should have, what I worked for . . . I WHAT FUCKED UP UNIVERSE DID THESE SHITS GET THIS STUFF FROM, Shelley has never performed, never, done well, had kids out of wedlock, as her children all have, except Ty, that mother thing, like mother like kids, she has never used her college degree, never worked in the field, and none of her kids have gone to college, and some can't even get accepted! MY KIDS, saw their mother, fucking teach college, not a one college, but three universities! Shit, big ass difference, my son, Elliot is getting ready to graduate from the university his mother taught at, and he, and his friends, frequented, my apartment, when, I was both practicing law and teaching family law! BIG INFLUENCES!
Nicole, really missed all that, and the aftermath of, me, getting my practice back and rocking the legal world, and who knows, what jealous, little sister, Sue was telling her! Fuck, I was dying and this little bitch, taller and looks ten years older, didn't call me once, was probably depressed that I didn't die, as I believe my whole family is! One year, my family, who generally had Thanksgiving dinner together, called Nicole, and told her, she was invited to dinner, but her DYING MOTHER WAS NOT? She was so upset, she called big sister, Greta, who bitched, grandma and grandpa out for being so cruel! But there is a big difference, between, being poisoned, with eyes on my resume, degree, and great career, with a loser older sister, who, did jack shit and was a total burden on her family, dumping her less than fortunate sons and daughter, on the rest of us to raise, something my mother, endlessly thanks me and my ex, for not doing with our kids, they were always our responsibility! But, I know, that, Nicole, takes the family, party, Mormon line, and that, has proven to be somewhat difficult for all of us, the rest of her Secrist family, with none of us, active Mormons, and a brother, who just recently, voted for Trump, giving her some comfort in the family of her birth, so, she is a hard one, but some of that is her own, doing. I have tried to keep her, connected to her roots, and with Sue and Kevin, competing when, my homes keep getting stolen, cars blown up, cell phones, and computers, compromised, on a regular basis, they have almost made communication, difficult! But it is the alienation of affection, that is the worst!
Nicole is as beautiful, smart, cool, wonderful mother, amazing, member of the church and community, homeschools her children, but as conservative as hell, and, I believe, she said she was, someone else's daughter, to protect, the Church, the family, and Republican party that I attack on a regular basis! So, given all that, it was Nicole's name that attached to the Picasso face! The toast, might indicate, that, I had to TOAST all four of my children, as indicated, by the four sections in a waffle, to bury the blue or the Mormon church and all the shit they did, or the influence they have had, not over me, but over them! Believe me with the deep, FBI and CIA connections and Mormons, they have made it particularly, difficult, for me, and they, have done all they could to bury me, so why in the fuck, shouldn't I TOAST THEM, kids included! LOL! I have protected, protected, and protected them stepped through, landmines, for them, to save marriages to fucking cops, or dudes and gals bought off by cops, Mormons, Utah, Republicans, etc., but no more! My kids, can make the decisions they want, but they are not going to be allowed to pull me down, any more! SORRY, you are all independent and can make up your own, minds, but, MY FORTUNE will not be tied to fucking CUNTS, a CHURCH, LAW ENFORCMENT THAT I FUCKING HATE!
PICASSO FACE . . . THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE . . . IN THE DREAM, THE ONLY PIECE OF FURNITURE OR APPLIANCE IN THE DREAM, WAS A HUGE ASS, FREEZER, OR THAT COULD, SYMBOLIZE, THIS DREAM, OR DITCHING MY KIDS, "FREES HER!"
I firmly believe, that with all the fire power, that the Mormon Church had, they PROMISED, all the bitch squad, that there was no way, the boyz clubs would allow me to beat them, and the girls were protected and free from going to prison or even being tried, because, who do you go to, but the FBI and CIA who were all deeply, darkly and dastardly involved, not only in the commission of the crimes against me and my family, but have continued to this day, as of yesterday with cops, cops, feds, and more cops, out looking for me, tracking me, and trying to intimidate if not arrest me, for what, Shelley's crimes, Rachel's crimes, Sue's crimes, Tiffany, Marcie, Kay's, crimes, while all my great blogs, kids, cases, and everything I touch that turns to solid gold, goes to them, in this, I am you and you are me, bull shit, these fucking hags, bought off on? FUCK NO! And if my kids are so fucked up, to want mothers, who are losers, bad mothers, fuck them too, and that, in and of itself, turns the tables, you can take Elliot's money if he allows you to, you can take Nicole's book money, or Greta's and Chris's, but, NOT THEIR MOTHERS! I don't fund shit, I HATE! AND I HATE THEM, NOT MY KIDS, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE, STILL, BUT, NO DICE ON SACRIFICING MYSELF FOR LIARS, KIDS OR NO KIDS!
Elliot's mouse, kept getting loose and the one thing that I remember, other than the wood floors, was this FREEZER, and maybe, Nicole, blowing a gasket, on what I wrote the other day, taking one, stupid Republican idea after another, from health care bill, to Ivanka Trump's office in the west wing and saying, WHAT THE FUCK, to about, 5 asinine things, currently in the news, that I am sure, Nicole, listening to non-stop, Rush, Hannity, Ingram and Fox Opinion crew, would make her furious, never getting a rational balanced opinion, if not real news! DEPLORABLE! The contorted face, the anger the blocking, all within, Nicole's pride, ego, and self-righteousness, she picked up, not from her mother or father, but from her MO MO, fucked up, extended family, NO THE VOICE OF REASON, but the ONE LAST HOPE OF THE REPUBLICAN PARTY, just shot down, on the travel ban, on the health care bill, and whatever, This mother could have put Humpty Dumpty (America) together again, with no trouble! One world order, Bushies, the Mo's, cops who are to police the world, all, see things very differently than this BAD ASS CON LAW CHICK, NICOLE'S MOTHER! Interesting and informative dream, but, the mouse, the small, Mormon Church, and their cops, FBI, CIA, all are indicative of the WHITE ALLEGEDLY PURE CHURCH MOUSE, or the pet of Elliot, who controls them, in and of the fact, that I am sure he has figured, Isaac's and Shelley's shit out, and this young man, can be seen as in control of the future of the very, very small, Mormon church, and furry friends, Mormons only make up, 1% of the entire, American population, but with this huge ass, 70 to 85% over-representation, in the intelligence community, state department, and now, with, Trump's travel ban if found constitutional, which it will not! going to MO MO's, with their language skills and probably the whole reason behind the blog, one more, corner on the market, for language skills with the U.S. Consulates, that Mormon missionaries deal with all the fucking time . . . yeah, darling daughter of mine, it is the Constitution, that protects, freedom of religion, not the other way around! REAL PARENTS ARE ALWAYS TEACHING . . . WE ARE NOT AFRAID TO HAVE CHILDREN HATE US! LOL! NEVER HAVE, NEVER WILL!
FREES ME! THANK GOD! I HAVE SUFFERED ENOUGH, TO PROTECT MY CHILDREN! NO MORE!
Elliot is not an ideologue, like Nicole, and politically, we see things quite similarly, if not having the same world vision, both generous to a fault, with a focus on rational thought, but love, in between, both of us started our trades, at the same time, being, almost 20 years in the making and loving the art, the magic, the work, of law and music, as much as we love the end result with another mountain to climb at the end of it . . . but, the mouse, as a pet, and Elliot being younger, is almost symbolic of the youth, dealing with, the elders in the law, who want to claim his as their son, willing to marry, his mother, to get a chance at being by him and claiming him, as they do, Chris, Greta and Nicole, a parents' pride by any standard all very wonderful human beings in almost every way. But, Elliot is smart enough, to toy, to allow, the mouse some freedom, to run, to play, climb and do whatever, but, he always, maintains, close contact and has the ultimate authority, to crush the little soul of the mouse. Now, I know my son, with animals, even mice . . . one time, his girlfriend, set out traps, where the mice step on the sticky black stuff, and their feet get stuck, but it doesn't kill them. That would be too much for vegetarians and vegans, which they both were at the time. So, when, Crystal, I believe, woke up, to find, about 5 baby, furless mice, stuck and screaming, she called Elliot, who raced over to take care of business. Now, Elliot, didn't do what his mother or father would have, merely dumped the mice in the garbage, good riddance, he picked up the sticky pads, drove about a mile to Liberty Park, and slowly, hopefully with gloves, took oil, and unstuck the tiny feet of each mouse, and set it free in the grass! LOL! That is my son! Pin a murder rap on him . . . I don't think so, a great indicator of a cruel spirit is the way, people treat animals or kids! NO DICE, look at the mice! Just a mother's intuition, at what it would have taken for Elliot to relinquish, control of his music, first CD with Sony.
There is a sign on the bus of a new baby, and it is really about, shaken baby syndrome, but the sign, applies to my kids, Always remember . . . NEVER shake baby! That sign came to mind, when, I thought of what the white mouse, and pet, might have indicated. Yeah, piss the mom off, but, NEVER piss off or shake baby. He may go along with Brett and Kay's, bull shit, you are me and I am you, hog wash, but, he doesn't have, Kay and the bitch squad, representing themselves as him--he had Isaac, and others, but, he didn't seem to mind! I FUCKING MIND! I have never expected a dime, from Elliot even if he gets totally and fucking rich, BECAUSE, I SHOULD BE A BILLIONAIRE ON MY OWN ACCORD, TOO! I am just waiting for the fucking cops, even one, to clean up their fucking cop shops, stop cooperating with them, like they did, yesterday . . . both Seattle PD and Sheriffs with FEDS!
GREAT ESCAPE 1,432 . . . WHAT NEXT!
Okay, I surprised, Miles, dropped by his house before, 7:00 AM, off to church, by 8:30 AM, I have a life! LOL. So, at church, this friend, Melinda, shows up with a boot on her leg, and she reports in church, that, she was jumped by some dude down, near the ferry and he hit her over the head with a gun, she barely made it across the street, being knocked out, he asked for drugs, she threw him a $5 bill, and he continued to follow her, and she ended up in the rain, in some strange apartment, with two cops, one would not believe her, he said that the perp, said, that, she got on an elderly person, took their cane and hit, the older person over the head, and let the dude that allegedly hit her, go, and she was pissed, she still had the wrist band, from the hospital and she wanted me to go with her on Monday, to talk to the police. She got very belligerent and kind of pissed, when, she had to ask me, if I would go with her, to go after these cops . . . now, I need to go after cops, like I need a hole in the head, like they aren't chasing me, from going after cops, 20 years ago, and getting DEA officers fired, killing legislations and protecting, docs and financial planners from federal crime units, or is this a trap, she seemed to be coming into money, her sister's who worked 40 years for the railroad, or from a slip and fall from the Radison, with a boot on, and whatever. I am inclined to let someone else go with her. So, I leave, Mary's Place, church and lunch, and walked to the library.
Surprise, surprise, surprise. I go up to the 5th floor, probably somewhere around, 2:00 PM, to 2:30 PM, so find, two almost twin officers, looking a lot like a blonde, dyed haired, Billy Idol and twin, standing, right where I had to check in, and they stood there, the whole time I was, writing my blog, like, not a normal, fixture at the library, not security guards, but SPD!? I blew them off as none of my business and not connected to me, but, after sitting down at 1 of the 50 or 60 computers, all open for pubic use with a guest number and pin, this black dude, runs up to me and tells me, after I had been told, to use any machine with, a yellow tag, which was fucking all of them! But this guy tells me, trying to interrupt my 30 minutes, so short to do a blog, bugging the shit out of me, I was short with him and said, look you don't reserve these, the chicks at the desk just told me, any of these are fine, so he parks his sorry ass, right next to me and starts singing and bugging the shit out of me! When he didn't get my goat, which, he was hitting borderline, getting chocked, to shut the fuck up, while I write about God and love! LOL! That is why I like Miles, we fuck or fight, he knows, if we talk first, no fucking! But, I never know what he is going to hit me with next, from love to hate and the line if very thin, for both of us! So, writing about one extreme of the human experience, going to the entire opposite extreme is not out of my ball park, pretty normal. He made me forget about the cops, standing their watching me . . . 30 minutes, didn't give me time to do, anything but type, rapid fire!
After I got done with the blog, and my 26 minutes, with the dude pissing the shit out of me for at least 4 minutes, I got up to leave, and as I turned, the two, Billy Idol twins, were walking down the stairs, near me. I would not have thought much of that, but, Miles had sent me a text, that was buzzing, at the same time I sat down to type my blog, and I had turned off the phone, so that, it would not continue to buzz. But, in my rush to get the fuck out of dodge with the cops, on the prowl, I picked up my backpack, and flung, the 100 pound, container of all my earthy belongings, over my back, and as I did so, a phone, didn't even realize it was mine, hit the floor and exploded, almost, with the battery exposed, and the top flying off, reminding me, that, as long as my battery, on or off, was in the cops could track me, and it would, hit the feet of the dude that bugged the shit out of me! He was nice, and tried to put my phone back together, I told him not to bother. But, I probably would not have thought, to turn it off, had it not bounced out of the pack, and hit the floor, at the same time the cops were walking down stairs, and the dude, was wearing orange, so, that meant to me, that God, my intel dude was telling me through action, to hurry and get that battery out of the phone, which I did.
DISGUISE HAT, FED, COPS SCANNING FOR ME, AGAIN!
Civil rights activists, defense attorneys, and others, who are government agitators, like myself, bloggers, of controversial and constitutional topics, remember the smallest change, is enough, to throw, a description of you off, when, cops, and others are looking for you. I figured that, the cops were heading outside for backup, so, that was out! I went down to the 1st floor, and sat against the wall, near the world languages section, read for a while and slept. I never saw the cops for about, 2 hours, or so it seemed. But, some nice looking, older black dude, wearing royal blue, from head to foot, could be, a sign, that he is with the blue faced MO MO, as most feds are, when you have that high percentage of your agency, Mormons, you get to know them, and even respect them, and are willing to trust them, and make deals with them, or at least believe them, to fuck over who they want fucked over. Now, I have never lived in Seattle, nor in Bellevue where I am right now, after ROBIN, who cook and served dinner, ribs, chicken, salad, corn bread, mac and cheese, baked beans, all great, at Sophia's Place, but, Rachel, my boobie prize sister has, and could have been presenting herself as me, from way, way back, 20 years ago, or forever, and the local cops, who would be impressed with my resume, would like her better, more a cop mentality, $50,000 nip and tuck, made to suit, built to please, like I am not! Were the twin Billy Idols, sign and symbol of me and Rachel, looking a lot a like, some have called us twins, since I worked in Chicago for Americans United for Life, back in 1992, and I was offended the first time, blew it off. I was thin then, always had a better face! LOL!
So, I took out my BEASTMODE, Seattle Seahawks, football player, Marshon Lynch, #25, and put it on, that will change the description of what the cops were or are looking for, or glasses, some small change, always works, but, I didn't see the cops, after that, thought they left and relaxed enough to take a nap. But, at one point, I saw this dude, standing looking at me, but I was groggy and he left, coming back about a half hour later. Feds always, make the initial contact, or so I have found, and immediately, dude started to talk to me, and ask me about my book, High Crimes, a government intrigue, military, CIA, FBI, law, trial and case, just the type I like and the female attorney, a Harvard law professor, reminds me so much of myself, as does, her husband, she is defending! I mentioned that, it reminded me of the Mi Lei Massacre, from the Vietnam years, when the soldiers, Cali, thought they were ordered, to kill a village, but when, the men got there, the whole village was women, children and the elderly, but he followed orders, this guy, gets framed for killing, a village that had connections to a truck of terrorists, who shot up a bunch of Americans. So, he looked at me, and said, SO, YOU ARE CLOSE TO MY AGE? Usually, people guess me as MUCH younger than that, but my history lesson gave me away, as being older, since I mentioned the age reference to 1973, when, I was in high school, but I believe, Cali was charged, more around my sophomore year, or 1971. This guy asked for my phone number and said he wanted to talk, and could he take me to dinner . . . NO, I am leaving. Where are you going? Not telling. He jumped up and had to leave, it wasn't, 5 minutes later, fed, that, one of the cops from upstairs, was, right in front of me, but, I took off my hat, this time, to change back from the hat disguise and went in the bathroom, before, I saw him, but, the cop was craning his neck, looking this way and that, and I walked right passed him, don't know where his twin was? I was like shit . . . they are still here!? ME!
I hurried and walked across the street on 4th, and like I do, was, looking at, a very symbolic hotel name, TRACE! I thought, they traced my cell phone, again, since, during the time, I was sitting down, reading and sleeping, I put my battery back in my phone, responded to a text from Miles, in response to an earlier text, but, I believe, that, the text, I got after I left Mary's Place, continues to buzz, until it is answered! So, I didn't get the text, until, roughly, 4:15 PM, but the text was sent, at 12:45 PM, or after lunch, and had been on, for most of that time, but for the small amount of time, I took the battery out. So, they were tracing my texts! I have wondered if Miles was in on it, because, I wrote the text to him, about lust and love, earlier, like, before church, so, around 9:00 AM so he didn't respond, like normal, right after, could have gone back to sleep? or he could be in on it, waited until, I came out of the church, or Mary's Place, then, called with my backpack, and phone, out of ear shot, so the cops could trace where I was going, and with my computer fucked up, I only have one choice, to the library, tried to go to Bellevue, but the buses, left me three times, go figure, so I stayed in town, easier for the cops! But, I had mentioned that I was staying at Angeline's to this dude, like saying bug the fuck off, I am homeless . . . but, that would have alerted the cops, where I was going after, because, I said, I have to go too. From that point on, there were cops, sheriffs on corners, and security guards, walking the streets from the library to Virginia Street, constantly!
HE TRIED TO KILL ME!
GO GET, GO GETTER!
I AM THE FUCKING INNOCENT VICTIM, ASSHOLES! BOOBS ASIDE, WAY COOLER THAN ANY OF YOUR COP CUNTS! OR YOURSELVES! LOL!
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