HomelessInLaJolla's Journal: 140326 (La Jolla, CA, 92037, war v8,001)

War in La Jolla, eighth year, first entry

Around this time of year or so should change to eighth year.

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Davey Jones' locker. The hollow-deck. Davey Jones himself admitted that he was a rat trash filth pig. After enough years he developed a similarity to god's disease,"I just can't take doing this anymore." Davey Jones had a rack that he used to torture people on. Eventually he insisted to his crew that he, too, be racked up and ground down to nothing. Burning man in the desert; he regretted his decision later but there was nothing left to be done for it but ON WITH THE SHOW. The hollow deck is now the standard practice at the entrance levels of actual Hell. The world went to hell, began bringing the handbasket with (have the mortician begin keeping the thread; the first toaster blenders, devil with a blue dress on, sew tassles on the blankets to remember a time when they were so thin, like baskets), insisted on its right to go, brought the whole place down, signed the dogs into the apartment dwelling, mined the world out and hung the diamond anvil in the sky, roofed itself over, chased the phaeries down with the dogs, caved itself in, built itself a carnival top, and now operates as a meatfest shipping idiots to hell. Around the time of "roofed itself over" one could walk around for thousands of years before making it to Davey Jones' locker. Now the phaeries and dogs have a compressed system in the basement for leading an individual to the point of eating their frontal lobes as crow and accepting the decision for the excavation.

The Talmud, six thousand some pages long, all of the sounds and routes at the times when it could take several thousand years to make it to Davey Jones' locker. Ninevah progresses and the final editions of "the book" become subtitled "better living for humans expecting less than one thousand years". Then the end of Ninevah, Noah and down to less than two hundred years. The establishment of Sodom and Gomorrah, the tightening of the architectural edges, everybody counts by ten, nobody keeps their tongue up their nose; I know about what range your sentence will be in, less than eight thousand, in the basement, i(n)t h(e)urt(z).

Window dressing. How many hands does a robot have? Three. Better leverage while rowing. Drawback is that, after preparation with the hot rock, they lose most of their impulse and will never fight harder than what it takes to stay alive. Window dressing. Vir - go. Life just kinda goes. After you hit it with the hot rock look at it go, more or less just following the line, living half in the dream land. The ritz closet, with father Abram's blind eye and Zechariah's other hand. Nowadays hell on wheels and remote control.

"No Ah"... requires lots of window dressing to make up for it.

From man in regard to his fellow man... I alone demand the accounting.
These ones need to boil their lies.... these need to learn to count by more than ten.
These ones are brain damaged... these ones are cut down to about the same.
These ones are window dressing... these ones do what I tell them.