Barbaras story.

Prob. shouldnt divulge but she is well ite of my life now, and never looks at computers.(She was never really in my life, just an acquantance) this is the story of one of the most damaged individuals I have ever met.
She is Italian, and as a teen complained of noises in her ear...Misdiagnosed as Tinnitus,(it was, in fact schizophrenia) some greaseball quack had some kind of implant put in her head..She then shortly after went to see NON/Boyd Rice (extreme industrial noise artist) in Milan which caused this implant to shift and actually resulting in permanent Tinnitus, just to go with her schizoid problems...Doctors eh? Wonderful...
She then moves to London, rents a flat, defaults on the rent so the landlord sends round four black guys to evict her...
Except they dont evict her. They hold her prisoner for five days, raping her continuously in every way imaginable. To hear her recount this tale is beyond heartbreaking.
There is no god.
Or if there is he is a CUNT.

MMMmmmmmethadone..Yum.

Meth and valium only now..No weed, workin on the booze. Eating, working out a little...
I weakened myself with drugs, fool that I am, and although I should be at liberty to do so,this is the only reason the cunts upstairs managed to cause me any distress.
All change.

"I'm back,I'm back I'm on the attack" etc etc..

Last post (toooot toot) was a clumsy attempt at the "fake it to make it" ethos.. Works sometimes...
In fact, I just got out of the loony bin (Waterlow, for those in the know), missing a 28 day section by the skin of my dick...My smart mouth saves the day again...
" There's nothing wrong with me, I'm NORMAL" (Chas..."Performance")...
Had the best dream about Paulette...She said something sooo funny ...Can't seem to remember it tho....Something about the photoshopped pic of her on her site where her cheekbones look like.... oh fuck I dunno.Just well strange...Bless her.xxx
Sleep has his house.
Soundtrack: The Jam; "Down in the tube station at midnight"...Thoughts of getting mugged by skins once at Camden Town....

Resurgam!

RESURGAM!
PEDURABO!
SOL INVICTUS!

A Cornered Animal.

Give sanity a longer leash..For some of us have sharper teeeth.

"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..

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"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!