Saturday, January 25, 2014
Monday, September 12, 2011
Clarification, I only need you to separate the people I am mixed up with, that is all…
…Now leave me alone.
What's In Kay's Mind?: I don’t mind cleaners at all…
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“You owe the Lackawanna Valley, Ms. Gibbs”…
I believe Lackawanna owes me. I am quite sure of what went on in my home town and who called Slocum, Slocum and what they were talking about, an area and nothing more.
My father died because of your damned book…or should I say, your NOVEL writing.
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What's In Kay's Mind?: Sentient vs senescent…
…this of course has it’s own ulterior motives. One regresses without appropriate touch and physical contact.
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This leaves one with the understanding that one is nothing more than a psychic slave…
…which breeches one’s fundamental constitutional rights.
What's In Kay's Mind?: Zombies and PTSD…
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From the wikipedia:
Victims of post-traumatic stress syndrome are often said to display blunted affect. Veterans of intense combat have been described as having the thousand-yard stare (or thousand-yard gaze). Some of these veterans suffer from a disorder once referred to as shell shock and may experience a number of symptoms, including recurring nightmares, hypervigilance, and avoidance of situations that may cause distress.
This would describe my father’s side of the mind as he was a WWII veteran, so it would seem as if I were zombie like (blunted affect), but rather I was re-enacting and experiencing my father’s WWII experiences. I would disagree with any diagnosis of latent heterosexuality either, not even over-sexualized. I was caught up in the sexual activities of another or another’s fantasies of sexual adventure fueled by some novel such as The Story of O (I question whether this is even a novel but more an historical account of some sex slave from some other time.) or other lewd pornographic material. Therefore the diagnosis of Borderline Personality is inappropriate.
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Note: Someone might have been thinking about the Woman in Green and called her the Lady in Green – I believe Holmes did mention, “that pretty lady over there in the green” while sitting at the bar…
My experience of these types of drugs is quite different from this description of psychotomimetic here. The psychosis is already there, the drugs simply permit the visions and voices to become visible and audible, if they are outside the self. I have experienced this even while taking Abilify. Voices that are derived from within the brain can be controlled with some medications. I can shut down voices from within with taurine, it does not control those from outside the brain even when no one is talking to you. Even at 2000 grams or taurine I am sometimes able to here voices. Risperdal enhanced the voices when I took it as well. Seroquel knocks me out so I don’t know if I am still hearing voices or not. My experience with PCP and LSD made me aware of the existence of thoughts and images outside the brain.
So I again find cause to disagree with the wiki or the psychiatric community altogether. These drugs do not create the mind or what is in the mind. I create what is in my mind or it is transferred there by some other source. You have little control over what is put into your mind externally, such as music at the grocery store unless you want to starve, or such as when I took the LSD and saw clearly sleep passing before my eyes like a ticker tape and being impotent to stop it. It is hard to say if the word “sleep” was the result of some subliminal message on the television from such films as Sherlock Holmes, in which Doctor Watson was hypnotized, The Lady In Green.
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This could be connected to One Step Beyond, Dead Ringer film
…Hay Street in Fayetteville was the site of some illegal activity.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Yepper.
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Russian connection…?
…shortly after discovering Death of a Cyclist I discovered a road in Italy that looked like this…I think there was some cyclist who turned onto this street not knowing what was there and well you can talk the rest of that out…I think this is what led to my Uncle’s death and this film. Thinking about this road led to someone thinking the cyclist was hit from behind by a car, thus that is the scene they created in the film.
My father used this to cut grass…
?Cousin’s death – Sling Blade, Forest Gump, Carnival of Souls, Catcher in the Rye, and eating pastrami sandwiches…
Friday, January 24, 2014
Incoming…
“I told you to get your ass off that blog”…
:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P:P::P:P:P:P:P:PPPPPPPPPPPP
NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN. I WILL CONTINUE TO EXERCISE MY RIGHTS. MOVE YOUR ASS AWAY FROM ME.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
“why don’t you stop cramming all of these statements into the films so these people will stop crapping us up”?
“I am tired of the stupid job”.
Rosemary’s Baby, The Exorcist and a Paula Abdul Lifetime Movies film about a woman who’s home was broken into
Kay's History Personality: This address was robbed at gunpoint…
…and she was raped and the film proceeded to search for the rapist.
This is the house I thought was in Germany and might be…
This is the problem…
WHO IS THIS????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
WHO IS THIS?????????????????????????? IT IS SOMEONE ELSE OTHER THAN MY NIECE…
This is the site of the shoot out between the KKK and NAACP in 1965…
Kay's History Personality: Search results for Middleton, NC
On the other side of this bridge in front of an old house and next to Huron’s Store is where the cross was burned. Kay’s family was on the way back to Virginia after visiting grandparents. Kay’s mother pulled off the road on the right and Kay and her grandfather ran across the street while shots were being fired and hid behind a barrel full of water. My father, mother, sister and brother were all hiding across the street.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
This address was robbed at gunpoint…
…K.V. Bumgardner was working or living here. May have contributed to other residents getting bars on their doors and windows due to dissociation of the event…Could have been mixed up with some prisoner or patient at the asylum. K.V. Bumgardner worked at the 7-11 and was held up between 11 PM and 7 AM. She was attending Law School at North Carolina Central University. She completed her degree and is now practicing law. I think Charlotte McGraw was mixed up in this too in New York.
Kay lived in Cary, NC and frequently traveled down Walnut Street to Academy Street where she attended AA meetings.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
This is the one…
…my Aunt Mamie’s didn’t look like this one…
http://fourshrops.wordpress.com/tag/wood-stoves/
http://glorioustwelfth.blogspot.com/2012/08/finishing-chrysnbon-pot-belly-stove.html
I think this one is more like it less ornate…
Susan at Becker University was mixed up with George Fox…
Susan went to Oregon…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Barclay – I was going to create a card company called Barc[k]ay…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Fry
These are streets I think I have or someone I am connected to has been on…
Officer Sinclair lived on Upton – liked pastries…
Caswell had a training center for children – Kay went to kindergarten
Marshall Street - sold antiques – shopped for a desk from them
Nutting - could be the one who fell on the acorns
Oak street – slip could have happened there too – Lost Weekend at the pub maybe too
Gage – wire ~ electrical ~ Franklin – Edison
Acadamey[sic] – been there in Cary, NC
Adams – was instructed by artist here
Bailey – guitar player
Vernon – something to so with paper, printing or making - Mead
Blossom – music – jaxx [sic]– or piano player – Deep Space Nine
Mars – chocolate bars
Pearl – taught at the acadamey or on Acadamey
Buttrick – dressing making patters
Clark – knew a family here – seven children
Brier – ate ice cream here
Cherry – Crispin?
Elm – I lived at 200 Elm street with a guy or husband
Willow – moved here from Elm
Garnet – got one as a gift
Berry – knew some people here
Holt – Georgia Gibbs may have lived here – Lusitania death?
High St – used to walk on this street
Perkins – borrowed college money there
Townsend – boyfriend or husband purchased clothing from here – Bertram – Bertrand Russell, I did want to read his book and even got a copy (maybe was borrowed from the library)?
Cedar – we had a cedar chest (chest on Cedar Street?) Wooden chest for wood
Brigham – Young lived here, Young’s Dirty Dicks’s drank one of them
Prescott – Bush baby on Prescott…
Bourtelle ~ Bartell? – Billy?
Rice Street – Anne a writer – Sexton?
Ross Street – cake maker
Osgood – there is something about that street, a man can’t recall the first name…
Winter street – chews gum, tobacco, Winter’s End film, Mrs. Winters…
Beacon Street – have seen some movies about this street…
Orange St – drank lemonade here…
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