nccotus

in 2920, after my mother’s death, I encountered an alien, in my terror, as I understood I was being tracked on all my devices I smashed and broke them all; including a beautiful old style very large computer/prnter/fax/scanner that was a little old and cruddy but still worked beautifully. I had brought it from Florida. Also a laptop and a shredder and even my cellphone. A message had appeared in the upper right hand corner of my laptop saying “watch who’s following you.” Or something like that. Then, I saw the heat lamp in the bathroom overheating and didn’t realize that I had accidentally left it on for too long and thought all the equipment was overheating and thought it was because the entire place was being used as a plug for the experiment going on at the military compound masked as an Amazon warehouse off Longswamp Road on Smith Lane. I saw organized clouds over that place and knew something weird was going on in there. I pulled in there one time to make an emergency phone call and saw military personnel and got out of there quick.

I theorized that they were building a spaceship for leaders all over the world to exit the planet. And took a bad attitude about this.

I broke up about a 1000 dollars worth if equipment. I was taking samples of the debris for the alien.

it was a very strange night.

my father was hurt at what I did to his place. At the time I was oblivious. I wish I could get that printer combo back and my father had bought me the laptop and shredder. I was a psychotic mess. My doctor from the hospital was refusing to supply the antipsychotic medicine and the psychiatrist on the outside hadn’t picked me up yet. This was a plain disaster.

4 years later I am beginning to peek out from under the covers. It has been a long weird sleep over my mother’s death.

she painted herself the “ur” mother and viciously guarded this position. It is better that she is gone. I can breathe now.