Entry Submitted by GK at 1:50 PM EDT on March 21, 2020
It's perversely funny to me. Thanks to gang stalking and the isolation it spawns, my social distance was forced upon me long ago.
But I have always been a loner. An artist who rarely had a TV set. I entertained myself.
I made my own stories. I drew my own pictures. I really wasn't interested in anything ordinary or mundane. So called normal. I always wanted a peek at the car wreck.
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"Aw this cross was nothing. I have been a wood worker since I was a kid. You should see the China hutch I made for Mary. What did you want this for?"
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When the internet came along I wasn't afraid of the freaks I wanted to see what they were doing. When I saw kids being victimized I spoke out. That's how the stalking began. I wrote a screenplay about the subject in 1990 and offered it for free to John Walsh's production company.
I studied filmmaking in college. Made my first film at 14. Started working at video studios at 23. The home video camera was a modern marvel to me. Classic film cameras and developing film cost way too much to pursue on a regular basis. But video could get the story down in an instantaneous diary like fashion. Clowning around captured.
Now here is the curse about that. The video you captured yesterday or last month or last year needs to be edited. You are immediately stuck in the past.
You can't move on if your art project isn't finished. Can you? Most people don't hoard moments. Is this a by product of near death experience. Wanting to enshrine every moment? Look at it and learn from the stuff you missed the first time around?
Maybe you missed it because you were filming it like a bystander or writing about it. Dear diary my heart was broken in year 1987 -- and I never got over it.
But hey it's color for the movie.
We are all stunned to awaken to the reality that's been dancing like fire demons all around us. Tripping on hallucinogens and watching the campfire choreograph animated gin. Is it real or Memorex?
I have been waiting for Godot for almost 6 decades. When publishing companies were interested in my illustrations or stories I became so obsessed by the mailbox or phone I curled up in an embryonic state clutching the communication device. The job I wanted. Why weren't they calling. It was the perfect job for me. I needed a win to win the respect of family and peers. Especially in the eyes of my son.
I waited for film producers to call. Waiting always waiting. Dreams denied.
The global currency reset promised me and all of us the power of self determination. Waiting. Still waiting.
Yearning for control.
https://youtu.be/xrOrPP65lCM
PS.
It is imperative we don't let the control freaks try to stab us with viral poison. They are liars with a track record of murder and theft.
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It's perversely funny to me. Thanks to gang stalking and the isolation it spawns, my social distance was forced upon me long ago.
But I have always been a loner. An artist who rarely had a TV set. I entertained myself.
I made my own stories. I drew my own pictures. I really wasn't interested in anything ordinary or mundane. So called normal. I always wanted a peek at the car wreck.
*****
"Aw this cross was nothing. I have been a wood worker since I was a kid. You should see the China hutch I made for Mary. What did you want this for?"
*****
When the internet came along I wasn't afraid of the freaks I wanted to see what they were doing. When I saw kids being victimized I spoke out. That's how the stalking began. I wrote a screenplay about the subject in 1990 and offered it for free to John Walsh's production company.
I studied filmmaking in college. Made my first film at 14. Started working at video studios at 23. The home video camera was a modern marvel to me. Classic film cameras and developing film cost way too much to pursue on a regular basis. But video could get the story down in an instantaneous diary like fashion. Clowning around captured.
Now here is the curse about that. The video you captured yesterday or last month or last year needs to be edited. You are immediately stuck in the past.
You can't move on if your art project isn't finished. Can you? Most people don't hoard moments. Is this a by product of near death experience. Wanting to enshrine every moment? Look at it and learn from the stuff you missed the first time around?
Maybe you missed it because you were filming it like a bystander or writing about it. Dear diary my heart was broken in year 1987 -- and I never got over it.
But hey it's color for the movie.
We are all stunned to awaken to the reality that's been dancing like fire demons all around us. Tripping on hallucinogens and watching the campfire choreograph animated gin. Is it real or Memorex?
I have been waiting for Godot for almost 6 decades. When publishing companies were interested in my illustrations or stories I became so obsessed by the mailbox or phone I curled up in an embryonic state clutching the communication device. The job I wanted. Why weren't they calling. It was the perfect job for me. I needed a win to win the respect of family and peers. Especially in the eyes of my son.
I waited for film producers to call. Waiting always waiting. Dreams denied.
The global currency reset promised me and all of us the power of self determination. Waiting. Still waiting.
Yearning for control.
https://youtu.be/xrOrPP65lCM
PS.
It is imperative we don't let the control freaks try to stab us with viral poison. They are liars with a track record of murder and theft.
End part 1
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Support Patrick
http://www.dinarchronicles.com/support-us.html
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All articles, videos, and images posted on Dinar Chronicles were submitted by readers and/or handpicked by the site itself for informational and/or entertainment purposes.
Dinar Chronicles is not a registered investment adviser, broker dealer, banker or currency dealer and as such, no information on the website should be construed as investment advice. We do not support, represent or guarantee the completeness, truthfulness, accuracy, or reliability of any content or communications posted on this site. Information posted on this site may or may not be fictitious. We do not intend to and are not providing financial, legal, tax, political or any other advice to readers of this website.
Copyright © 2020 Dinar Chronicles
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