I was in Amherst over the summer for far too long. The shelter was nice, some church basement, and there was a local food pantry with good food. Figure the town is a trap. So is LA. I was there probably a month, then headed north into Vermont. I was starting to get lazy from resting for so long, and needed to force myself to move again. I ended up in Russtown for a week. Then I headed into New Hampshire, Lebanon. I headed south for a few days, returning to Massachusetts, crossing Brattleboro. I thought I would head east along highway 2 back to Boston, approaching from the northwest. I stayed at the same shelter I did before, this time taking the bus to Terminal Island, which was some converted Insane Asylum on an island.
It was sketch, and I don't like Boston either. So I headed north, through Lowell, Lawrence into Manchester. In Manchester, I managed to find a gram of some good pot on the ground. So I got an apple at the food pantry and went and smoked a couple bowls at the local cemetery. The cemetery was a trip, it was like a giant ravine in the ground. I actually kicked it at the cemetery multiple days, finding it a good place to chill away from the towns people.
I was in Manchester for about a week, then to Concord. Walking to Concord, I had the pot. Then I realized how often I was getting stopped and questioned, so I threw the pot in some car dealership. Then I made it as far north as Lancaster. I stayed at a few random places, and got a few rides along the way. Lancaster, east to Berlin. I went to use the shelter there, and it was weird. A couple families were in a basement, and they called the cops on me for even asking to use it. The cops got that it was a frivolous call and gave me a ride east for about 20 miles. I got several more rides along Highway 2 into Bangor. I found a couple places to crash along the way. The Bangor shelter was sketch, like they were poisoning the food. So I took off for Augusta. Augusta to Portland. Portland to Portsmouth. Portsmouth to Gloucester. Gloucester through Salem, to Lynn, through Revere and back to Boston.
This time I think I went South. My whole experience in New England is hazy. I remember going to Springfield, and getting free coffee at an AA meeting. I know I ended up as far South and Hartford. Anyways, I ended up back in Amherst, early fall. I met some older chic at the local soup kitchen. I went to her place and spent the night. I kicked it with her, hooking up for about 2 weeks. She took me to some bar and concert, and she brought me to her friend's house, who was a computer geek. I got that she was some set up by the local police. When the police, ask a women to fuck somebody for them, that's a rape hit. If they will do that, they will do much worse if the girl is super hot and does something super dumb. She being a patriot, I want to use cruise missiles on that town.
Try using cruise missiles on police stations. That is what they were designed for, taking out hardened structures like police stations. How many air-to-ground bombs would be needed to effectively destroy a prison complex? They are dispersed, above ground hardened facilities. How many cops are there nationwide? I think they outnumber soldiers by 4 or 5 to 1. Everyone maintains a constant level of fear that they can get kidnapped at a moment's notice and held indefinitely. The military needs to be worried, they will get arrested visiting their families while off base, if they square up with the police, who are an armed executive branch of government. I guess that would be Eisenhower's fifth star. You will be amazed, at how mad you get afterwards, by all the drugs in the police stations that get blown up. The cops have a terrorist mentality, and the criminals will all die, and it's a win win. There will always be crime afterwards, but there won't be riots, people will be celebrating all over the globe. There might be a few fires, from all the fireworks going off.
I left one morning, without even telling her I was leaving. I headed back to Syracuse. Stopping in Albany, Utica and I thought I would check out Rome. Since being able to walk upright, I was gloating at this point. I thought I was actually shrinking a little. I normally wear size 12 shoes. I got that 11 ½ fit. I picked up size 11 boots that fit when I tried them on, but not so well on the hundred plus miles to Syracuse. I got that about wrong size shoes in WW II.
Rome, New York. I took an off route, walking from Utica. I was walking from Albany to Syracuse. As I was approaching the town at about 2am, I was delirious and had the genuine feeling that I was walking through the ancient Roman countryside, with pillars and obelisks, approaching the actual city of Rome. As I entered the town, there was an actual retired fighter airplane from the 50's, on a pedestal on the approach. I walked through the town, exploring it at 3am. I walked by some canals, and what appeared to be some dry docks that were half filled at the moment. I got the impression there might be underground canals with submarines. Being 110 miles from the Hudson river along and just off the Erie Canal, maybe not submarines, but there is definitely something military about that town. I doubt that they could be all the way from Groton.
Groton to Syracuse. Another couple of weeks and back to Albany. At this point, it was a loss, but I didn't honestly think I was going to win this round. Back to Amherst. It was winter and I was talking shit. The cops talk shit and threaten you, but if you talk shit back, they'll kill you, capture you or something worse. Figure the terrorists took over in thought process, and now are now occupying police stations. I got arrested on New Years eve 2014. There were fireworks in the distance on my ride to the station. That town needs to disappear. Figure it is nothing but a target to me.
IV
In previous human history, when in proximity to a massive battle, women bleed in their privates, hence where the term private comes from. I get nose bleeds. And I have had a persistent problem with severe nose bleeds for several weeks now. Sometimes lasting over an hour and losing a significant amount of blood. I think this stopped happening so much after the Christian World took over. I think women's periods are an idea of how evil the church could possibly be.
I think Greece was an ideal civilization. Internal Strife, but more on the defense because the rest of the known world was jealous. They knew evil existed, and they demonstrated their concern through literature, art and icon imagery. Then a bunch of jews thought they would do something super spacey. Evil always goes after the women. The Greeks never even imagined of something so evil. And over the course of several centuries, went insane and their civilization collapsed. Slowly, they then traveled to Rome, where they tried a similar, but larger approach.
We need to find where these demons came from and deal with them appropriately. I think the seven wonders of the ancient world are a clue. The idea of tearing them apart, you may be working for them. They are just venting anger, and to rip them apart, is what they actually want. The idea that you could kill them super soft, is beyond scary to them because of all the evil their species has done. Acknowledge them for what they are, call them "demon." Be nice to them, because they want their "respect." Say "please" and "thank you." Question them a little, but not too much as they will start to give bad info on hell. If you touch them, make sure they see you wash your hands.
