Jumpin Jumpin
The disgusting amount of fleas we are seeing forced us into activity. Made a good start on the kitchen floor, fair bit of hoovering, bedding washed. We are seeing less of them since and want to do more today coz im so sick of them but wont, exhaustion levels, hands. Been fairly misrable today because of the infestation, all the cleaning needed, cannabislessness and juniors summer nocturnalness all factors. Not too bad all the time though like we used to be. Did our best yesterday to, most of fairy windows are up. Found a jade key ring in a lego box when looking for a tyre to use as a ickle swing and hang the jade to for decoration. Then remembered how we saw it and us hanging it before Margo gave it to us. Hate all the predetermined shit its not about keeping us alive its the opposite but we know we are always going to survive when the plans against us are worked out long before they happen using systems that are an wide open to us.
We gave in to our mood and ended up buying some beer and sat on the bench in the evening drinking it. Thinking about how Laura and how she would always be brought down horrifically everytime she started to get any better and how much the horrific creature her son Nathan was apart of that. He attacked her, he raped her. I dont know how many times. The situation they made for her and kept her in was unsurviable. We did everything we could but we couldn’t get help to her. She needed to know we would live and when we knew she couldn’t be saved from this satanic antisemitic women detesting hell hole we gave her all we could.
We were thinking about this, thinking the Stella maybe wasnt the best choice we have called it angry juice in the past when we heard the fucked up cow who grows nothing and does nothing to the garden without the help of elder relatives bitch about my cats and her dad or grandad joined in with, “they better not come in here.” This is the people with shitey shed roof that completely ruins the view from our kitchen, the people who are doing loads of work because she and the bloke who live there do nothing but do nothing about the shed. Theres no planting going on, their fucking cats, how the fuck do you stop cats from going into next doors garden when there is a beach fucking hedge between us? Cunts. Proper Fife Cunts. Pure bots. Nothing but prenatal torture and regular programming round here and no genetics can survive that, especially not the depleted sanitized stock that’s left.
We have a sense and an image of them in Skene, we know there's so many round here added to Laura's misery. Or should we say Rachael's death but we are not certain she was bothered about her first name or if that was even it. Like the rest of the Satanic planet they think they contribute to my death like I'm Margo or Laura or so so many others who were not educated and trained like we are.
We haven't took the lad out and about or for a walk or anything since the hols started. The last few walks we have been on have involved seeing piles of corpses in loads of different places and they are a little more vivid every time so we are getting clearer impressions of when they were there and how many different times we have seen victims in the same spots.
No amount of green trees, fields, fresh air, flowers and blue skies is enough to make that okay. Weed helps but we think it might be time to give up on cannabis completely for now because of the contact it involves.
We gave in to our mood and ended up buying some beer and sat on the bench in the evening drinking it. Thinking about how Laura and how she would always be brought down horrifically everytime she started to get any better and how much the horrific creature her son Nathan was apart of that. He attacked her, he raped her. I dont know how many times. The situation they made for her and kept her in was unsurviable. We did everything we could but we couldn’t get help to her. She needed to know we would live and when we knew she couldn’t be saved from this satanic antisemitic women detesting hell hole we gave her all we could.
We were thinking about this, thinking the Stella maybe wasnt the best choice we have called it angry juice in the past when we heard the fucked up cow who grows nothing and does nothing to the garden without the help of elder relatives bitch about my cats and her dad or grandad joined in with, “they better not come in here.” This is the people with shitey shed roof that completely ruins the view from our kitchen, the people who are doing loads of work because she and the bloke who live there do nothing but do nothing about the shed. Theres no planting going on, their fucking cats, how the fuck do you stop cats from going into next doors garden when there is a beach fucking hedge between us? Cunts. Proper Fife Cunts. Pure bots. Nothing but prenatal torture and regular programming round here and no genetics can survive that, especially not the depleted sanitized stock that’s left.
We have a sense and an image of them in Skene, we know there's so many round here added to Laura's misery. Or should we say Rachael's death but we are not certain she was bothered about her first name or if that was even it. Like the rest of the Satanic planet they think they contribute to my death like I'm Margo or Laura or so so many others who were not educated and trained like we are.
We haven't took the lad out and about or for a walk or anything since the hols started. The last few walks we have been on have involved seeing piles of corpses in loads of different places and they are a little more vivid every time so we are getting clearer impressions of when they were there and how many different times we have seen victims in the same spots.
No amount of green trees, fields, fresh air, flowers and blue skies is enough to make that okay. Weed helps but we think it might be time to give up on cannabis completely for now because of the contact it involves.
