What the fuck is this city? Los Angeles, what is you? And yes I said that right, what is you? Because what is it? A fucking vortex is what it is. It's a fucking city, the second largest in this God awful nation of uber rich war mongers. This is a metropolis surrounded one one side by the fucking Pacific Ocean and the other side by the fucking desert and yes we do have some lovely forest action going on. Do not even get me started on our river. The river of fucking death. Where Marty Mcfly rode into the past and the future, and Arnold Schwarzenegger Terminated or attempted to terminate John Connor A child of a time traveler. But Arnold's best Terminator performance did not happen in the L.A. River on screen. It happened in real life, where he executed Tookie Williams and also our fucking economy. But oh, I somewhat digress. This fucking city. The city of Angels and Disneyland. Yes the demon park is in Anaheim, which is technically Orange County, land of fucking poseurs like Gwen Stefani. But we all know Orange County is as L.A. as the fucking purple and yellow, or is that gold...Lakers. The only city without a football team because to quote our so-called officials. We are the most violent fans in the NFL history? Really in it's history. Look it up.
What are you Los Angeles? A fucking vortex of so called glamour, you do know our city streets glitter with gold. And real shame, we are the pornography capital of the world. Of the fucking world. Look it up. Which is why everyday hundreds of people come here with the hopes of becoming a star. A fucking star, which is what we all are in the first place. Like literally we are made of the exact same stuff that the heavenly constellations are made of. Yet we, the ones born here in this metropolis anchored by a suburb have to deal with thousands of people who dream of being what they already are...stars. So we see them drown in the exploitation of beautiful Hollywood California. A place named after a Black Goddess and a Magical pieces of wood. I can not make this shit up. Oh Dear Pan ask Jesus to save me from this place.
Which swings back into Disneyland. You fucking Walt I am not done with you yet. You are King of the master magicians and I am not sure if I want to call you out by incident or let you ride because it really is fun to see things burn to the fucking ground. We are used to that here in California. Our state burns more than any other state in the Union. Really that is a fact. Look it up.
Disneyland, I believe Walt's magical Kingdom is the place Amanda Bynes got her start. Was created and most likely raped. I know we are not suppose to mention it. But Disneyland is a rapists paradise and so are it's affiliates. The children even now as adults can not speak so I will do it. The brainwashing stops them from remembering. But I never fully get the brainwashed. Because I only ever half pay attention. I'm half of a Monarch and half of a Madman after all. Really check my blog. Look it up. The programming of old Walt is real magic. The old kind. We all dream to have it. But it is not for everyone. Why? Because most almost all people are stupid. We do not have the intelligence of animals. We are trained to be intelligent. Like apes, not free apes which are highly intelligent. But lab apes. Who are programmed to be smart. This is why magic works on us. Oh magic it is real. From the sideshow card trick to the boom of the fireworks along old Walt's parade route. Whoa...so many Monarchs not enough time to name them all. And who said I would name names anyway? Oh well I did, but not enough time to catch them all.
Disneyland, the creators of the Amanda Bynes spectacle (Oh were you gong to blame her?) are the creators of the (DP) or what I have been calling Disney Princes Syndrome. This shit is real. As you all know dear readers, I was locked away on the funny farm recently myself. Look it up. While I was in there, in the Disney Princess wing. I absolutely confirmed what I suspected all along. Too many women are suffering from Disney Princess Syndrome. We have the real DP's. The women who worked for Old Walt and had to get the full extent of the programming as children. The ones like me. That peeked behind the curtain out of real boredom and curiosity (are you there Alice) and got to see the programming. You have the ones who indoctrinated themselves through the fucking endless catalog of films Old Walt pumps out. And then you have the wannabes who will do anything to become a real Princess...even pretend to be a fake plastic one. Made of cartoons and well. Plastic. Dear Bartleby, ask Jesus to save me.
The implications of Trayvon Martin and the Royal Baby, future King George are endless. Too endless for this blogger who really does enjoy getting lost in thought. But truly I digress. Let me lay this bit on you radicales right now. Trayvon Martin is not real. He is fake. A media construct. Played out by the new C.I.A. Whaat? I know it sounds out there but this is one of those out there kind of worlds. Third from the Sun, spinning towards it and on itself everyday. Really it is. Look it up. The media is not the enemy. You are the media. The enemy is Corporations. Really it is. Look it up. Trayvon Martin did not exist and neither did his parents who look almost identical to mine. Black Men with beards do not get sympathy in America. Americans by stats feel the most threaten by black men with beards. I do not have to tell you that. When black children are killed the America media does not go into a frenzy. Especially when the person who did the killing is like some South American looking guy who is half a jew. It never happens. Really. Never. Look it up. Why now? Why now are we as a nation losing our shit over a dead black child and a South American looking half a jew. Because we must be distracted. From what? What are you hungry for? National Security turning it's aim and eyes away from so called foreign terrorists to us. American computer users. No not iphone users. Computer users. The ones who program and create original content. We are the new terrorists and not a soul cares that we are being killed at a rapid rate and hunted down and placed into prisons. With the smartest ones selling the programs they created to mega Corporations and heading into the proverbial hills. America is on the hunt for geniuses. Geniuses you say? Those do not exist. Yes they do. People with Intelligent quotients of 140 and above are the new terrorist. No one is that smart you say. Take the test. You are most likely a dummy. But geniuses do exist. Are the new target and we, yes we. Are on the fucking run.
I personally am under surveillance and have been for maybe ten years but online I am hunted like Red October. So why am I sitting my black ass on here right now writing this badly written manuscript of truth and hogwash? Because it's like my last will and testament. Angelisa Josalisa is a conscious mind in the machine. And I am trying to survive, my real life D.P. programming and speck the truth. While also reminding you that ones far more intelligent than myself are being hunted down and imprisoned and murdered. Look it fucking up. Amanda Bynes is one. An intelligent radial on the brink. Of Monarch programming madness. She may never be free or maybe she will. Just watch her. If she gets out of the funny farm and goes for the old over sexualization of pretty girls in Hollywood thing. Then she is all but lost. If she is released and somehow is able to bleed into the fabric of obscurity or Independence she is saved. Like the baby Jesus on the the river Jordan. Or the red sea or whatever. That probably was Moses (I'm trying real hard to be the Shepard) I need to look it up myself on that one. She is like the compass of Disney Princess programming. If Amanda and Paris Jackson (I know I have not had time to get into her) can break free. Then we all can. Pay attention. They are the light bearers for us all. At this point in the American Hollywood media fiasco.
If none of this made sense to you, Thank bloody Jesus on the cross. That means you are not one of us and not affected. But if you do have even a ting of emotion from reading this blog entry. Pay closer attention. You may be a magician or a DP or a genius. There is not an emergency number to dial for assistance. And don't look to me for help. I myself am no savior. I am only a nerd alive in in the matrix. I will never forget and I can not close my eyes. But I will soon disappear and this will be left here. As a digital thought print.
Whatever. Forget about it. I'm going to church. Jesus kills vampires. The end.
This is of course as always Josalisa...and I am in a RiOt.
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