DA 21.
AUDIO & TEXT
Introduction a bit longer than usual:
My point is that if you want to get an info, you may want to get informed. Well, but, it may depend on ….
Right now (10:33am EST), 23F is the temp here. It was colder earlier this morning. For me, any number below zeroC is in the range of “very very cold” by all of my sensations and sentiments combined together. When the temp falls to single digit F, I’m in a survival mode.
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Winston-Salem NC, Tokyo Japan:
Then, he stated as nothing special about like tone. “It’s not cold”.
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Minnesota, Canada, France, climate and politics:
“Jean-Marie Le Pen, Far-Right French Firebrand Politician, Dies at 96” : link / click (WSJ; 1/7)
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Peabody MA and Danvers MA are on side by side:
In those two shopping malls, the noisy ones are “Paul’s girls”. Or, more likely, their apparitions seem to synchronize my being there, exactly, truly exactly, as if or without “if of ‘as if’ ” they are dispatched with gifts cards, whenever I take the bus route for grocery shoppings. The tone of their disdain onto me is all the time remarkable.
The age range of “Paul’s girls” are from teens to 20’s on their base. In my observation, those over 25 reach the next stage for divergences to different patrons after the initiation set and tested by the code name “Paul”. The most common behaviors among “Paul’s girls” are their extreme disdains onto me as if I were a crush-okay insect for such a supposition makes them feel good, very good, or ecstatically good. Please know. The lower age range of “Paul’s girls” is teens. I’ve been framed by the code name “Paul” in the last twenty years at least. That means when those girls were born, I was already in the Paul’s system for abuse. The girls’ whole life thus must be formed accordingly when they see me.
Very conveniently for and with all those code names, “Stéphanie/Stephany”, “Jennifer”, “Pearson”, and more of others, the infantile idiocy of “Shiba/Shiva” can be employed to falsify a grotesque personality and a life of mine to create by her self-celeberated Asian-girl infancy imposed upon me as if we were from the same stock and that can flatter all those code names and Paul’s girls along with obsolete Asian Studies in the program of liberal educations as to be their supportive materials.
Alternatively, the base concept is the same as an extension of bullying a chosen one at middle or high schools. The crucial difference here is though on the fact that they can legitimately destroy an adult’s life (that’s my life!) in the reality covering decades, which is much bigger than merely nasty gossips in a school room. Surely, it’s fun and fun for them nevertheless, because once they can get into the system, which protect them in the power networks, those girls can get anything they want. Just saying I want this or that, it will be theirs thanks to their backups, the code name “Paul” and other power holders. In this way, my authorship is distributed with no cease even at this moment.
Very concretely speaking of it, the voice segment above about the seminar and my tutor, all could have been already, yes possibly already, and very quickly, taken by “Stéphanie/Stephany” whose fake must have been established as if a truth, yes very likely already as a truth.
In the theoretical side, which is the true foundation of those code names led by the code name “Paul”, there is Progressivism. Social justice, equality, diversity, and inclusiveness would transform all crimes into politico-societal beauties. The division is made between those who can take anything they want just by saying ‘I want this, thus it’s mine’, and others or one (that’s me!) seen as crush-okay insects.
The irony? How those code names can face their faulty logic of the crush-okay insect (that’s me!) able to produce oeuvres which they want to steal? Oh, I see. That’s why I’ve never existed while hundreds of Asians in the US have been sharing my ID documents and “Paul” is supposed to be a genius of new socialism for young girls.
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Rabbit and Mini:
In a quick summary, I say: Mini was a fun car while having though bulky moves. The let’s-go-boom! accelerations also harmed the engine and shortened its lifespan. Rabbit was very good. I loved its smooth versality. It could also go fast very quickly.
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Mini and me, our story to tell:
There were numerous incidents here and there. There are also many reasons for me to think of God and His miracles.
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What I did when that happened:
When a modern car breaks down suddenly on a highway in the worst case and in the very bad way, all warning lights are suddenly on and blinking on dashboard or everywhere one after another. It’s very quick when that happens. Then, you feel the engine’s dead. At that time, if you’re gotten in panic, you’ll die. It’s on highway.
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A car can be opened up for any abuse in view of a fatal accident to occur, when there is a consensus in surroundings for “okay, you can do that and we’re protected”:
The code name “Shiba/Shiva” can be here with fanfares in her dual causalities. The one is to superpose the stupidity of herself onto my life and in these cases in particular, she narrated what “I” felt and how “I” was scared, in order to draw oh and wow from her followers in relation to my original Facebook which I lost. Well, don’t forget her WhatsApp in addition! The other is to script faked stories over faked stories about her and me in case I die on highway. The real face of this infantile idiocy can be, yes, a homicidal psychopath in full of perverse-narcissism.
Well, the faked car titleship as a legal cover for the crime? Again, the power prevails. Money counts with perfection. “Shiba” is the most valuable protégée of the code name “Paul” for her eternal appeal to crowds of neocons and boomers mixed with the bravos from “Paul’s girls” who need her shield of idiocy.
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Pathological narcissist, c’est ‘‘Pearson” who wants to be Jack Lee at the same time to have been the driver of my Mini, also …. even to be Juliette Masch ??
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Excerpt from “JAP NEGRO”:
I’ll come back:
Wait for me here. Jack Lee told her. I’ll go up to rent a DVD and come back as soon as possible. Then, let’s talk more about what to do. He promised firm, repeating I’ll come back, I promise, trust me. Now as you all are correctly guessing, the girl was me although I was at that time already in my 50’s but the whole town said of me as the girl when I was spoken of. Why did I know he was Jack Lee is another story. Of course we’d never met until that moment in the underground parking lot. So as that’s why I did not know Jack Lee was so young, he looked not older than his early 20’s. I had imagined Jack Lee to be a sleek city type straight from Chicago in his 30 or early 40’s, stylish in the high end, ultra cool looking, although he drives flash-defied Toyota 4-door in an absolute term of non-flashiness or an Isuzu model by purposeful determinations.
Trust me, I’ll come back. I’ll help you. Ok, if you worry about, come here. Wait for me near my car. Let’s walk to my car, I parked it there. You can watch your car from there. Ok? Wait for me here. I promise. I’ll come back. His vehicle was an old sedan, four doors, with mustang like logo with a mustang like sticker on the back, but the car was not mustang. Why this drama in his words at this much of degree, if you happen to wonder, that’s because you don’t know all dramas happened to me in the town. That’s oh no, an unbelievable story of all, I’ll tell you, if I tell you. Jack Lee then dashed to the elevator to shoot him upper to get a DVD. While waiting, I wanted to make sure of my VW, so a couple of times I walked to my car to look around it. At the end of my last quick check travel between two cars, at the spot of our promise Jack Lee was standing with a DVD in his hand. He looked at me dirt serious and said. I told you I come back.
(excerpt from “JAP NEGRO”)
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The final segment, this is!
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DA 21. by Juliette Masch (1/7)