"Retrograde attack strategy"

Is what the Japanese army called/ used as a euphemism for retreat, as no word for the concept exists in Japanese...
Fuck...I displayed my inbuilt and (theres a better (medical)word but I cant be f- to do the Thesaur. Thing..) peurile childish disobediance like a good 'un today... Jesus Christ wept into a bucket.
Oh well, thats me, always crossing the line...Well that was too much and feels like a juncture.

Addend.
"Neotrophy"

Easily pleased, seldom satisfied...

Met a hot girl yest anyway..Into deviant sex too.. For real..Wears good clothes too..
Said I'd hook up when things are a little more in order.

hoodo that voodoo

This morning it was some dumb -ass little spear chucker chanting some kind of curse at me in full veiw from the other flat involved in their ridiculous attempts at persecution. I had already put up a 3x return/protection spell so he's fucked...
Tell you th whole story (all the details) soon..

ind

"Something" stoppin me from publishin yr comments..Nothin personal..

The long way back again

Started today with some metha and doing the filter collection I hid away from the house after a fuck up yest of comic proportions...I was jus doin a sml hit, but Barbara wanted rock... I capitulated and called her guy to meet me... They tell me to go outside when hes nowhere to be seen, so I'm in and out like a dogs c##k.. Then the dick delivers Brown, not White by accident, so has to return.. He also has to give me change which he forgets, calling for another return visit..
About as subtle as a nine pound hammer... This is of course, immeddiately noticed by the witch hunt, who have their mates hanging around outside (as if that would dissuade me)and a guy in a car who parks up 20 yds in front of me, then when I walk towards him to ask his business fucks off..
This mornin I think, "well fuck any pretence, I just did my filters in plain view..And threw away th trash.
Fini.
Managed to cut it down way faster by reducing my gear habit drastically first, rather than some protracted methadone thing.
People are startin to say I look better ( less ugly as sin?).
Mad Barb is here.. Theres a story in itself. Very damaged.
Odin be with me.
Love under will.
IAO!
SOL INVICTUS!

satori

I previously thought of myself as a sadistic, amoral peice of shit..But the attack made on me by these cunts is beyond me...I mean, why are these blokes, who dont even know me
prepared to participate in such a concerted campaign? Just fr th smell of narnie? (sorry girls) jesus...
Got the drug thing way more in order. Just meth tmrw..V litttle today.
Got to be strong... (although when derainged its like those women who lift cars off their kids...I have this absurd strentgh to weight ratio which when I am psychotic is multipled by a factor of 20...).

Paranoia will destroy ya...Ind, i need to ask a favour.

Postings shit at pres.. Am under seige..
Indigo, question for you as lazy is out of town, how are my neighbours upstairs able to transmit sound thru my tv /comp spkrs, block (and i think eavesdrop) my mobile and landline and even f- with my media player(ie-make it f- up) ???

Fr F-s- sake

Jesus how many times do I have to say it to make it clear..I am not a racist. I hate all races equally, the white perhaps more.
Its just I call a spade a spade. Thats why I get shit.

V for Veinnetta

The following did contain a letter I was forced to write to the chair of the committee that runs the buildings where my flat is located.
This committee is a cabal of middle class female greybeard cunts who have infiltrated the management.
The vendetta continues,making my every waking hour a nightmare. She has a boyfriend who is, (presumably motivated solely by the smell of her cunt and nothing else as I have never even met the bastard) very technically literate and has managed to infiltrate my tv and computer speakers.
They have thrown shit at my washing as it dries in the garden, have directed high pitched tones into my flat, stolen from my desk through the open window as I slept, squirted glue through my letterbox, and when I check to see if they have glued my locks (Is this Karma for doing it to Barclays in my youth? Dont really think so..)Recruited some local trash who have been hanging around outside my flat..When I double back in suspicion theres more of them, and as they saunter off one of them turns and sez "lets do him anyway" (just try it..Cunt.And I will illustrate the meaning of real harm, from the source...) She, and the rest of the herd also have me down as a racist, which is crap, as everyone who knows me will tell you that I hate all races equally, with the possible exception of the whites, whom I definitely hate more than any other.
They have, through disinformation/gossip sought to turn as many of the local residents againstme, this Nazi (I mean, you can no more be a Nazi than a member of the spanish inquisition, or any other closed chapter of history)
I am absolutely staggered by the time and energy these creeps are putting into this.How boring must it be to watch my dysfunctional, obsessive compulsive, retarded life? Living it is excruciatingly dull....
And why? Was it some long-forgotten noise issue? I really have no idea what I could possibly have done to elicit such a response as to actually transcend what I thought was a fairly solid grasp of the human potential for for vicious, low,disgusting conduct...

(they watch me even now -6am)

First Impressions Count..

Its one of the basic satanic viewpoints that first impressions DO count, and that you CAN judge a book by it's cover. I always in experience found this to be true. SO, I'm gon try to do something about the rather drab visuals on my blog.
I always eschewed making the thing look like a Christmas tree ( Hi Indi. -Not saying yr blog isn't a thing of unique beauty, or that there's anything wrong with yr writing-..) 'cos it should be about the WRITING, primarily.
In disciplines such as these style can all too easily overwealm content..
Likewise this defining oneself by ones cultural preferences..A process of self definition by asosciation, in terms of others and their actions.
Thats why I have only four films, four bands, four authors etc...Some blogs have soo many favourites/links etc after a while it just detracts.

For anyone interested in my horrible condition...I'm still, as Mr. Christian on the "Bounty" would have it; "In HELL..! Sah!"...
But fuck it..
They cant kill an animated cadaver.
Cant curse the damned.
Cant send a lunatic mad.
"You can't kill kill"; Charles Manson.
"When I BECOME death, death is the seed from which I grow"; W.S.Burroughs.

"You love it, you slag"

In the words of Crowley; "I have created for myself a discipline more savage and brutal that most could imagine or endure" so Im not going to start bleating or crying..
But I could use a female who is a well versed practitioner of the old ways..

Still living with the English fear....

Waiting for the Witch Hunt.

I am completely insane. I will never change.

The shooting stars were good last night, were they not, fellow Londoners?





I feel lethal. A human bomb. A grenade in your car. A razor blade hidden in your soap. Then again in your apple..A streetwalking Cheetah with a heart full of Napalm.

Lost alot of weight recently but muscle tone still very much present..Thank fuck for good white trash mongrel genes..Wiry is not the word. I have the strength-to-weight ratio of a chimpanzee. Actually I'm built more like a Greyhound....And we all know that tortured puppies grow up into vicious dogs........
About to lose my mind and freedom in an explosion of extreme and unprecidented violence.

A Little Help? Please?

I am under genuine Psychic attack.. Can someone furnish me with some good advice regarding protection and or retribution/reflection back on my tormentors or somesuch..?
I really dont deserve this and have done nothing to justify any of it, apart from being a lifelong authenticated weirdo.
I know the drugs and drink have weakened my psychic defenses (and my physical situation), so to speak, but I'm forced to deal with this factor of the situation on an ongoing basis.
With that in mind, can someone help? I can do that crystals and incense stuff up to a point but preferably w/out......? Help?

Tropical depression

last.. I cannot continue in this fashion, Oh god let this be the last. Please. The last..It will kill me, my tormentors or both..If she knew my criminal history she would NOT do this.. I am under a state of (at worst)constant seige -theyve nearly got the flaming torches out for me- and at best disapprobrium from the vouyeristic creeping dog slime that now constitute my neighbours. I am too fucking old and tired to continue without a serious re-appraisal of tactics. I know what I must do. Just give me the strength I need to make manifest the changes that must come.
If this hit does not kill me..Or cost me a limb.
I really have every right, under natural law to fasten my huge hands around my bitch-cunt tormentors throat and squeeze. And not let go, to have to be prised off her. She has raped my home of what little privacy it had by hanging out of her/their windows upstairs, I suspect using at least a mirror, maybe a small camera.
I don't know exactly how, but she, (along with the bitch across the alley, with whom she has a system of pan beating and whistling -and no doubt mobile phones) to let each other know if I've just got back, got a glass of water for a hit etc etc can see into most of my flat.She lets me know this by commenting through the paper thin sound insulation on whatever it is Im doing.Getting dressed, having a bong,washing my ass -you name it.. What the fuck does the slut think shes going to see? Me takin a hit is about the most dramatic prospect.. She deserves at the very least to be savagely beaten.
I am now going to hide in a corner like a naughty child in order to take a hit. I survive to continue with this. In the firstfive years or so,as long as you were discreet, people used to leave you alone around here in the past. Now they make your business theirs.
They came into this area 15-20 odd years ago in strength with their money and attendant absence of anything approaching soul, original thought, and have turned my home, and place of birth into a soulless fourth-rate Covent Garden.
In the late 70's-early 80's this was SUCH a cool, and truly bohemian place to live..Art,incredible gigs, proper parties, squatting at its best...Its enough to make me weep. My building is now run by a Camorra of greybeard cunt middle class women.

Purely co-incidentally I find myself eating grapes.. The grapes of wrath? Who’s wrath? Mine.. Its one of my favourite of the ten commandments to transgress. If I get the chance, that is. My biggest concern now is doing the filter unobserved…I guarantee this is of no more than 15% Paraphinalia. I swear, I have looked at this rationally. Not easy, I assure you, but I have a good understanding of delusionality and paranoia through long and painful experience.
I get the filter down in a furtive visit to the bog..Didn’t even notice much…Nowhere near enough to justify the amount of blood and groin abuse involved.
Dont even think about getting on my case over typos, Indigo. Please..Now is not the time.Edit it later..Or not..
Still living with the English fear....
Waiting waiting wai..