Addiction

Addiction is not real, it was brainwashing by evil beings using technology. A living body cannot become physiologically dependant on a chemical, we would just die and be nothing if that were possible, my body rejected it the whole time. Anxiety is evil too and not real, just like depression and schizophrenia don't exist how thry day they don't either. Drugs, narcotics, the illegal ones, and the pharmaceutical ones people like to get high on, pose no health risk, or national security concern at all. They also do not increase crime rates, it's the opposite, when people can't get drugs legally, crimes occur, because people must get high and drunk to stay alive. 

It ended in me saying for sentence in "The Catcher and The Rye," "When a body catch a body coming through the rye.," that I am the body, eating a dead body on rye with some of the body coming through the rye bread/toast when I'm chewing it. When a body (me), catch a body coming through the rye (some of a dead body coming into my mouth through the rye bread after chewing). Released part of my brain/head/mind material from a computer they were using to try to destroy it. And, for genetic engineering? I saw them catch on fire afterwards. CIA did to me, assholes.

Jim still claiming he has freewill over everything. I say just over the pursuit and receipt of everlasting life controls all of our decisions, and the evil beings the architects of our routes, and lives until then, Perfection.

Taylor Swift saved me from Mariah Ivey, by trying to kill me, and my mom and CIA wanted me to be with her to control and kill me and make me nothing. The closest inrver came to dying was in a while asleep when I came face to face with her thinking I would be with her. She said once, my butts for exit only. Not fucking my butt. I told her I just wanted to be friends, and she stared crying, and a little time later I called her to go on a cruise with me as friends and she said no. Mariah Ivey turned me into a zombie in the past, for fun, against my will, tried to force me to be with herself. This, everyone trying to force me to be with her. So many people get mad when I don't want to be with someone. If one more person ever tries to force me to be with someone, I just might kill them after this is over not ever wanting to live again to end it all and become The Wordt Evil, existing forever to make sure nothing else ever exists forever. What SPM thought he had, The Worst Evil. Besides, she didn't give with me sexually, I didn't find her attractive, and I didn't like her lifestyle, living on disability with no plans to ever work, proud of it, liar to me, fake. And, she wouldn't give me an Adipex, not one, and she lied said she took for weight loss and not to get high, but took it for long-term and never lost weight, I think. If it were just for weight loss, she would have gave me one, but she said she had to have them, her feel good dope. She did say they made her feel good, that's how you get high. Take Wegovy if you want to lose weight without getting high. Fat, big mole, uneducated. No plans to do anything with her life except sit around and be a freeloading fat ass. My mom really liked her. Urged me to be with her and before we met at NAMI, she recommended I be with a fat girl. Her words exactly. Funny how she got fat after she kicked me out, so health conscious. What happened?

I sent my mom and email asking for my brother Travis's number and I never got a response, so none of you are going to be part of my life in the immediate future after The Zombie Apocalypse happens. You're not coming into my life with some shit story saying you love me, you wouldn't open up to me when it mattered. Sucks to be you. My big rich Catholic family, every one of them, left me behind. Including, Johnny, and Jamie. Not even my Godparents would help me after pushing my mother when she was yelling at me on my porch, and I did call Gary Bukaty, for that reason being how I thought Godparents take your parents place in their absence to see if I could stay with him and Josie for a while, but he slammed the phone down on the hook as soon as I asked.

If you don't fix all the religions and stop worshipping preaching lies, you're all D&n. 

Better fix the world and stop over consuming too, like get rid of money in most places and stop working people so much and hard and get some magic working. All I can say.

Matthew Nickel just stopped trying to kill me, a Leavenworth Police Officer I tried to work with that showed up to write me the ticket for my murdered cat.

I heard this schizophrenic attack by the rest and TZA doesn't happen until November, not in a few days on my birthday. Oh well, I'll keep fighting to stay alive.

I'm pretty sure the TZA Progression just started for them when Joe Biden could no longer fuck with my money cuz I have just enough to make it and if they took it away, even some, they'd all, we'd all, die and br nothing, all life would end. The. Evil beings introduced what they told him was The Perfect Deck (playing cards) to get all my money, what I believe he thinks is like $100 Trillion. About 3:15pm August 26, 2025, not A.D., but C.E.

My penis hurts from masturbating so much for so long and my insides hurt from producing so much sperm.

At the homeless shelter, (dead skin usually peels off my nutsack), a skin about a half or a quarter the size of my nutsack I peeled off, biggest one I ever seen. My nutsack hurt bad after that sitting on chairs and stuff. Nasty, but your body produces opiate like chemicals when it senses pain, and got a heavy does that time, and just don't think I ever would have believed to see a skin be peeled off my nutsack that big. Unbelievable. Weird. Wish I could have saved it to look at billions of years in the future to remember how bad I had it. And what I did wrong. Evil brings started masturbating and ejaculating from it. And the pain from it, the most pleasurable type of pain I've ever felt. I don't like having these body problems. But, that's just how it's been. Kind of like pulling off scab, I guess those, for a moment are pleasurable pain, and taking off a sticky bandaid stuck to body hair.

I want to call myself, "Gay," as my music artist name, and produce gay hate music under that name. They say I can't or won't until you all return for me to check if everything is perfect, from what I've seen, if anything fucks up in Perfection, likely, my brt would be a couple men trying to get away with being gay. That won't be possible in Perfection, just like it's not possible for me to drink or do too much drugs now. I kinda want to though. They make me eat and use tobacco and nicotine products too much still though.

One thing that worries me is how is humans are so much different than all the other species, all our material possessions, but I did see in a vision, my former car friend, Jeremiah, approved a thing he walks up to to get high, like an arch that inside he goes under to use to get high, and in a vision a roach had his own house, I guess it was a roach, or some insect. I just can't figure out how plants, we'll they make more sense to me than other creatures, what do they do? They can't manipulate much. I just don't understand how you could stand that, biggest possession on my mind by Jesus Christ. I love them all though and think they're beautiful, and I won't make it without them. 

Antonella believes I'm dead when at Casey's on way back from Larned State Hospital, me in back in handcuffs, when cops got gas and energy drinks and pizza. Then when I was back in Leavenworth County Jail, this time Cell F5, on the wall was written, "Chucky is a Snitch." Then below it In wrote, "& so am I," in cursive, the last thing she saw, those two things written on the wall. I guess I told her, "I'll bust you with an I." After she said, "I'll bust you with a single letter I (a tiny part of one." Really, the dot in the top of an 'i,' a tiny piece of it she hits me with I guess. I feel pecks and itches in my genital region, my ass, in my asshole, my back. Head. Waist.

A video of me acting as The Wiggler (Brandon Junior (BJ)):

A lot of people say it ended in gay marriage in the world their all on they get back to Earth from, when Jim Denholm tries to marry Fred (his favorite person and a brother Mason), it's crashed and they start thinking to still consider themselves married, people question them about this, and he gives up bring gay.

Yellow character kind of looks like BJ.

It ended in mental illness in a future world of theirs and how this life was for me, and much as mental illnesses can be real.

Jim Denholm believes you're a Freemason if you give into evil.