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Thread: I need my meds spart
Post by: philldodilldo(22259)
2005-09-21 01:21:23
While I was sitting around waiting for little sister's field operatives to arrive (I had met many of them in a battle the summer before -- and at various other times), they began to trickle in 1-by-1. EVERY single one of them brought in something with "Black" in the name of it. There were bottles of Johnny Walker Black (nobody except me brought the "Extra Special") and "Zeller Schwartzekatz (maybe)" and "Black Tower" (definitely) and "Black Sambuca", "Black and White" (definitely) whiskey etc.. EVERYONE brought something with "Black" or a translation either in the title -- or a black-colored liquor. The only liquor that there were duplicates of was the Johnny Walker Black (this was STAGED). Having seen this in action many times before (with Spartapus and especially on a date in Garden City with a woman who ordered a "White Russian" at a restaurant where parked outside were license plates with "STK", "G2", "391" and the rudimentary like on them) -- I knew precisely what I was looking at. Plus, I knew anyway that these guys were some of the younger locals and that Little sister, somehow, even though quite young (30ish) was the local control. I walked into the kitchen and I saw on a piece of paper: "Miller lives" and at least a dozen "Miller"s written on the same sheet of paper. During the party, we were watching television -- it was a college football game. The numbers of flash-bulbs flashing in the stands were 30 to 40 times more (an estimate) of what I had ever noticed (seen and registered) before. The names of the players who were making the plays were often code-names; the statistics that were put on the screen were code-numbers. The guys were watching television -- and I could not really tell what kinds of signals these guys were getting from the game (I knew they could not read all of the codes -- and I knew that I could!). This was a bolt of lightning -- and I must have laughed for a half-hour.
In hindsight, I believe that I had been drugged for a couple of weeks (spiked catnip, I think, because I saw some worm-sign later) -- and I was making the proper connections about what was OBVIOUSLY THERE.
The other item of note was that the MAD BOMBER -- a friend of Little sister's who once showed me a bomb recipe he got over the Internet (a very easy thing to find), told me that I lived in a safe house (he may have said, gratuitously, "you're house is safe"). I had this sneaking suspicion that it was in the process of being made safe -- because for the past several days, there was a work crew in the area installing a new phone line (totally unneeded) outside my apartment (the line was initially a different color (silver as opposed to black) -- I had also remembered the new phone lines that had been installed in Dilldoia after I had my first meeting with Skydive.
I was making the connections that I had been trained to make -- at an accelerating rate during this period.
Again, it was like the switches were flipping -- and that somebody was indirectly or directly orchestrating the flipping of the switches."




"Outside my apartment, as I approached it, Little sister and her fake boyfriend came out of her apartment together (it was about 7:30 AM). I was pissed at this obvious charade. I then went back to my basement apartment -- and I began to look at some of the posters I had been buying of late. One of the posters was a BEAUTIFULLY colored and drawn depiction of the Ancient notions of the Elements "Earth, Water, Fire and Air." It began to occur to me that planting this poster on me was no accident."



"The other thread that was going on in my life was dating Dona. Dona was a P-dilly torpedo Officer who had trained to be my girlfriend. This, I knew. I also knew that she somehow ran at least part of the local field net -- what I did not know was that she was Little sister's control (the control of my upstairs neighbor her control may have happened later -- but, I don't think so)."



"I can remember being quite exhausted and deciding to go out for a walk around Bayside. I went down to Golden Pond in Dilly Park (the "Recharge Park") and sat on a bench. I saw some lights flicker and heard a voice from another dimension. It turned out to be Psyche (Psyche was an early Aphrodite clone, I now know -- but did not until yesterday or the day before) who was also Dealer confederate. I finally "convinced" Psyche to come with me and I would take him "home" with me. He was invisible. We talked for a while on the way home -- he was clutching my arm with such fear and such frenzy that my arm felt as if it were about to fall off. I was angry, but I told him that I would try to rescue him, no matter what the cost (I tried repeatedly and eventually failed for reasons that became obvious only after I looked at the bed of infant dillys in the year of 2201 and followed the chain of reasoning to its sado-logical conclusion). I got back to my home -- and for the second time in two weeks, I had locked myself out of my apartment. It was late. I went upstairs to Little sister and And someone named Kai, and asked if I could sleep on their couch.
Kai told me a story about how he had just seen a friend of his get shot at a Flight station (Kai was a Hanger deck officer) and that he was upset about it. I told him that I was trying to bring my invisible friend into our dimension -- as he was almost visibly flitting around the room (KAI COULD SEE HIM BUT DID NOT ADMIT TO IT).
He denied that Psyche was there. I said, "Look! There he goes!" and pointed out where he was moving around the room.
Kai pretended to think that I was way too tired -- he was "disgusted" and went to bed. At some point, I had asked Kai to be my "Minister of Disinformation" (I realized at the time that he was the spirit of a man I had known as Warlords -- who I later realized was my "Animal Guide" (I last saw him a few days ago as a large bearded man at the Nurse's Station at Dilly memorial hospital).

Little sister (an obvious Conspirator -- and one of my indirectly identified local field protector agents) was in a room making false noises with her false boyfriend). I was pissed. I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up in the AM, broke and hungry. I took a few dollars from the table -- and I do not remember whether I left a note. Little sister's notional boyfriend (a Skydive, it is now obvious) was planting false images in my brain.
Suddenly, I thought I was Thug Luv again -- and it was incumbent upon me to reenact the 40 days in the desert.
So, for a reason that now escapes me, I dragged every bottle that I could find in the 2nd floor apartment down to the first floor foyer and put them all in some sort of symbolic order. I then took rock salt and put it all over the floor. I have no idea what this was about -- but, it was clear at the time that I was starting to "lose it" (lose control over my being in the "duality"). I knew that time was short. I decided to go out for a long walk to clear my head. First, however, I went to McDonald's and got coffee and breakfast."

Post by: Dalvian(38356)
2005-09-21 02:02:23
Brilliant. Absolutely Brilliant. I particullarly like how it seems to ramble into an oblivion of nothingness but posseses inside it quite a delicious rythem and plot line. I am sincerely and utterly impressed. Bravo Phill!!

One thing that wasn't quite right....Where am I?
Post by: Little Sister(34495)
2005-09-21 02:51:03
Please Spart, get phil his meds.
Remember Phil, Paranoia will destroya.
Post by: philldodilldo(22259)
2005-09-21 20:06:00
lol dal, that was an excerpt from the book im writting. Ur in the book ALOT rofl. sigh nobody else but u and sis read it... hmm

sis paranoia is not the problem.. its just that i need my meds... or the whole book will read that way.
Post by: Dalvian(38356)
2005-09-21 23:02:53
Paranoia is defined as the "unjustified" belief that everyone is out to get you.
Post by: sparkles(18049)
2005-09-24 13:54:08
U dont need any meds lol.
Post by: Dalvian(38356)
2005-09-24 21:11:28
Oh yes he does. Lots and lots of meds.
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