stop stealing my work
December 28, 2014, 6:22 pm
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Stop stealing my work, stop stealing my work, stop stealing my work, stop stealing my work, stop stealing my work, stop stealing my work, stop stealing my work, stop stealing my work, stop stealing my work, stop stealing my work, stop stealing my work, stop stealing my work… OR CALL YOURSELF WHAT YOU ARE, NOT A FREE BLOG SITE BUT AN MANIPULATION N HUMAN MURRDERING N IRAQI DICTATORSHIP SITE WHERE YOU EDIT OUT WHAT YOU DONT LIKE, BITCH!!!!!

Thats so much better now, we look so much crazier now that we can steal n edit your work, the alien brenda hill said. Likee i said call yourself what you are: a ghost-face killahs site aimed at getting christs sons to kill themselves. Socially appropriate, kind, arab, white. Asian n latino murderers who will never stand trial til people get a brain.


what do i do???
December 28, 2014, 6:16 pm
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I dont want their medicine n they steal mine. What can i do???? OMG!!!

aliens stealing my work
December 28, 2014, 6:14 pm
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Oh my god. I cant do this. Theyre stealing my work. I cant write here. Its hard on the phone. I edit stuff, they change stuff. I cant write here. This site is a hoax. Read w caution. They are altering my work, my posts.

Light Years Off Target: Tease-N-Drive-Mad Art at VCU Library
December 28, 2014, 3:30 pm
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I saw some art posted in VCU Library that had previously been published in the student newspaper, The Commonwealth Times.

Being Founder n CEO of the REAL news, I HAD to take a look at something that commented on journalism in America. Once more, like the books in Barnes & Noble, the pieces in the exhibit hanging on a wall close to the entrance at the library only pretend to touch on the real nature of separation n bondage in devil whirl, keeping the heart of the issues that cause our greatest suffering out of reach. The focus is on shallow problems n issues n irritations that REAL people dont care about.

Real black people dont care about stuff such as “We built this city” t shirts on white students walking on the backs of weak n crucified n victimized blacks (a depiction that’s more divisive than healing and more for show for fake (SEPARATIST) black pride than TRULY central to the hearts n minds of men who would be soothed by the truth).

Black slaves didnt make Richmond a college town, did they? Perhaps worth some research, I think the devil had a hand in it, but, hey. This depiction or view presented of poor, hard-laboring blacks (labor is all those dummies is good for, btw, unlike Arab Americans) being taken advantage of is especially off mark or sinful n pointless, like BABBLE of Babalonians (which is what aliens are), considering what we’ve learned about the POSSIBLE true nature of slavery from the voices, which suggest that the surface reality of slavery was misrepresented years later to keep blacks n whites apart out of feelings of anger, guilt n shame.

And after all, if they were college students in the art piece, didnt they bring some significant demand that makes college towns places that people with no interest in going somewhere based on more significant interests want to live n visit? Students usually do such “building” in college towns that are almost always kind of nice, having attractions (such as theaters, trendy restaurants n art showings) frequented by whites who can afford them, n not quite black or integrated enough (which, in devil whirl, is considered a good feature for cities: fewer blacks).

In two pictures, Arab Americans (one with a bird n peace symbol or something coming out a Arab woman’s mouth, then another picture with Muslims praying in a mosque) again are presented as being noble n discriminated against and as holier than thou, which is divisive.

The art on what our last governor did for money is boring. I just want more inappropriateness n heart, but those things are missing even from art in devil whirl. Surely gay marriage is still not quite acceptable, so the picture on that is whippersnapper clean, which could be said of all the pieces, too far from the truth, the hearts of men to do anything but drive him mad to see it as anything but PROPAGANDA.

NOTE: The aliens keep changing shit on the page. They just changed my title, I changed it back. Earlier they took out what I said about college towns being racially segregated n not black enough. This is how they lose, they do anything to win. They are dirty, they are dirt. WordPress is racist n disgusting, meant for those who hate men. The alien voices are telling me them changing my page n posts is me losing my mind. Its not. I know what I changed my title to, they changed it back. Watch your back, they are nasty. Hopefully i can go back to Facebook tomorrow.




I talked to the devil on the way
December 28, 2014, 12:29 pm
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On my way to the library, I heard a voice n it was the devil. It didnt sound like Barack. Then when he finished Brenda said, “who was that you were talkin to?” And i thought in my mind, the devil. And she said, “It was.” He was just saying what happened, nothing memorable now, but some confirmation of what i’ve been putting together with voices of our Christ land selves n maybe voices even of some people here, i dont know how it works. Of course, I do hear the voices of aliens/devil worshipers. Anyway, the devil sounded really angry, kind of telling me he’d been found out by us, I guess. He sounded defeated. Sorry I cant think of much he said specifically. Before hearing him today, though, I was unsure the devil was an actual entity aside from his minions here, im more certain now he is. He possesses his minions, which are soul less copies of God’s children in heaven or Christs Land and God possesses us, or is within in. It makes sense why the minions try to copy stuff we do n think so much, it is the way of their leader. A voice that sounded like a black man who spoke before the devil offered a lot more memorable stuff. Another voice said he was someone who lived here before n who died, but he sounded like someone who was here now because he seemed to know what was happening here. The devil said he was one of ours, men, man is the same, he said. But the black man just was saying that people were saying to some health officials or doctors or something, “How do you explain this: A schizophrenic who makes sense and been off medicine for months” (since June, really before then, but they forced medicine in a hospital stay in June a couple weeks after I started writing on Facebook). The black man was just saying that the new “medicine” is me writing on Facebook n he said it was great or something like that, better than prescription meds, based on what he read me writing on Facebook. Then he said (and i felt the thought arise before he said this because mankind shares the same mind) that it was the best medicine because it helped me n others, too, which meant it wasnt exclusive. And it didnt cost me dependence on it to sleep and have an appetite, didnt cost money, doctor’s visits, low platelets or low white blood cells or anything. He also put together some things or seemed to have a new understanding of things i said before. He said, what i was saying was that here, with no endings or beginnings we are suspended in time, stuck, lost someplace that doesnt exist, no where. I talked about some kind of suspension before to describe our place here, just to explain that the “fall” of man is a good thing, a settling of scores or a settling of mankind stuck or thrown up in the air, I was considering something symbolic, I dont remember what. Devil worshipers are still trying hard to confuse me, whispering that i dont remember anything the voice said, not even anything about the voice of the black man whom another voice told me was me because he was man n i was man. I wrote a post once a while ago titled “Going Nowhere.” It was good, but i hadnt discovered this was devil world. I will link to it:¬†https://enlustered.wordpress.com/2012/03/19/dead-end-new-beginning/

On The Pee Photos In Previous Post
December 28, 2014, 11:49 am
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Some pee did make it into the toilet. I had to run. These are new panties, never worn during a period or they might not look as nice. It is Sunday n a lot of stores or places are closed and things are just tough in the city already n it is warm here hence the sweating. I heard it was 55 degrees, but probably hotter. I looked better in the bathroom lighting here at VCU library.

The Costs Of Having No Pot To Piss In, And Having To Buy Food To Be Welcome To One
December 28, 2014, 11:43 am
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