Still alive, if anyone was wondering.

Shit getting real

As if it wasn't already that way for a long time and nothing being done about it, as if they didn't care.

Random things

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I was going to log on last night and type out another entry but I didn't feel up to it.  I thought I usually would at that time of day but nope, not that time.

Now that I brought up previously my nights being peaceful and painless they have actually changed from not being so anymore.  One night I felt like I did during most days, during the middle of the day.

Has anyone noticed that the news media hasn't been talking about the high petrol prices?  Especially how they used to a couple of years ago?  I guess it just isn't such a big deal anymore.

This is Twitter kind of garbage, not Blogger.  Well, signing out now.

Remember, I am in the cross-hairs of some extremely rich and powerful people and they include the people pictured above in my splash.  They won't take no for an answer and they don't know when to quit.  They have taught me that I have to do this or that to get my way.  What has been happening to me over the past nine years happened to my mother in the sixties and she almost killed my sister because of it.  There are still things about my family that are secret and I don't know, I might never will.  If I really wanted to, I could cut my immediate family out of my life totally and what has happened over the past twenty four hours makes me want to.  All I have to do is just think about how our mother kept an eighteen year secret from us or how our father doesn't have my best interests at heart and in mind.  Our family name is fake, it is most probably not our true name.  This is bullshit.

Houston we have a problem...

And that is that this site, my blog, has been called a malicious site.  It also redirected to a .co.nz domain.  To make matters worse, and this is not computer related, I believe I was poisoned last night.  That just makes me so angry.

Google is supposed to either text or call me if this site gets intruded, but I haven't checked my phone yet to find out whether they have.

MY HEAD HURTS...

Its almost nine thirty at night, a bit uptight.  And yes, that rhymes.  I have thought that maybe I could take some pictures of different stuff, like interesting stuff, and put it up here.  It would be so easy and of course, it would have to do with what this blog is meant to be about.  Conspiracy to murder, torture, alternative discussion and you know, that kind of thing.

I haven't been thinking about my sister or really much of my family lately but I do wonder how she is.  She has really done so well and I say that time and time again.  She has two children now, a partner, a boat, a jet-ski, two cars, they live in one of, if not still the most desired place to live in this city.  But even she too, I know there is something she doesn't want me to know.  I think I know what it is, but I am not sure.

Wow.  Well, she made it, I guess.  I remember her telling me that she thought that our mother has a mental illness.  When I thought about that the other day, it dawned on me BOTH of our parents do.  But it doesn't show?  Interesting.  They don't take any medication though for any mental illness.  Not too sure, maybe there is something there that should be uncovered and if so, then between either the three or four of us.  The whole world doesn't need to know.

I know why she was brought up so rough by our mother and I think she secretly knows too.  Wow, I am describing our mother with the word OUR instead of MY... I feel so touched.

However, and rather fortunately for me and also them, I have already met both of their children.  But I am still the uncle they don't know and quite probably never will.

So much for my ammunition to get back at you know who, I guess it doesn't matter anymore.  In the end, I am the only missing piece to my family, to my wider family, that over the last ten years, does not fit in.  So I guess the only thing to do is to completely separate myself from my family (especially my wider family and my WIDER WIDER family), and go elsewhere.  What I was talking about in my previous entry has a little to do with this one too, I believe, and perhaps one day soon I can prove it to you.