I wrote this following having had the pleasure of shooting some actually fantastic fucking gear for the first fucking time in a LONG fucking time.
So, I should make mention that - as I work on speed as I had for one year short of a entire decade during my time that I spent living opposite to Monash university as it is the educational institution where'd I'd spent the majority of my formal studies. But those who do know me know that prior to having encountered difficulties in my life which I can attribute my current unfavourable circumstances and as-well as far less enjoyable lifestyle, and as-well as far reduced peace of mind, and of course sanity.

Now, I've a FUCKING QUESTION.
DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM!?

AND JUST WHAT THE FUCK TYPE OF SEVERE DIFFICULTIES I'VE BEEN FACING EVERY FUCKING WHERE I GO!???

I JUST WISH TO LIST A FEW THINGS. THE OTHER DAY MY NOSE WAS BROKEN, BECAUSE? THE GUY STOLE $150 OFF OF ME.

TODAY? I WAS ALMOST BEATEN UP AGAIN. I CROSSED THE ROAD TO OFFER SOME FELLOW HUMAN SOME PIZZA. AND HE THREATENED TO BEAT ME. AND NO DOUBT STEAL MY BELONGINGS.

GUYS!!! FFS. YOU DO REALISE THAT I AM CAPABLE OF PROVIDING SO MUCH BENEFIT TO THIS WORLD. Right!?
Who are a group of six people? I was at some stage given some names... Whether they are of any significance in why the world is as it is... How would I know. The names were Felix, George, Jack, Aaliya, Esharnie (my ex), and Barry. Now I am under the belief that a person name Ross maybe be involved. Though I know two. And I refer to the one in QLD. But I am so confused because ... HOW THE FUCK COULD I NOT BE!? ... Also among the initial list of the names provided to me was Barry. I DO know all of their surnames, also. But have chosen to protect their identities, to some effort.

I have met ALL of these people. And they're all ... very ... bland. In personality, and as-well as intelectual capacity. EXCEPT for perhaps a Melanie, who reside on the west coast of the U.S.A. She? Intelligent. And funnily enough also the ONLY girl who has ever fucking expressed that she holds some quite strong emotional liking to me. She's exclaimed a many of times her expression of love for me, haha. She also at one time wrote this to me on the dangerous "government" internet communications platform, which I take to either pronouncing in German, as dichward, or just simply as DICKSWORD, or DICKWERD, whatever. It is shit. Why wouldn't it be? Produced by cognitively impaired fucking callous, unloving, uncaring, irresponsible and utterly cruel fucking ASS HOLES.

And I just also wish to write into here that ... If people are fucking aware of just WTF I AM FUCKING GOING THROUGH. AND STILL PERSIST AND MAINTAIN THEIR FUCKING what I can only describe as totally unbelievable and SO FUCKING CRUEL behaviours, ... I mean I provided two examples in the directly preceding text. People mistreat me, despite my fucking what I have thus fucking far provided to the fucking world. My first Book, 'The NOTES!' which I'd wrote out one night in a single session following a what I can only describe as a SHOT OF METH SO FUCKING PLEASANT THAT IT LEFT A HOLE IN THE CEILING ABOVE TO WHERE I'D INJECTED IT. WHAM! MMM... *drools* Now I know just that I had wrote it some time in late-February 2021, and then the TRUTH document in April - sometime - of the same year. I DO ACTUALLY NOTE THE EXACT DATE AND TIME IN 'THE NOTES!' DOCUMENT SOMEWHERE NOT TOO DEEP INTO THE WORK.

I WILL ALSO JUST MAKE NOTE OF THE ... WHAT I WAS INTENDING ON THAT DOCUMENT AT ITS COMPLETION AT PROVIDING TO US.
At present it solves the issues of all of the world.
This has been told to me. I've been told by one member of this group of six persons, that it is worth eighty billion dolllars. He'd also told me that I did not write it, and that I am not the doctor. Jack, also a member of this group, well- we were homeless in Adelaide together, what are the fucking chances, right?
Well, he - just out of the fucking blue - without any real trigger or reason for proclaiming what he had, which was simply "I AM EVIL!" and then he went on to enquire into what a "recurring theme had been throughout my life*

*-[since a dreadful being reeled into something completely unknown to me just what it was, and it goes without saying that it was also of course without my fucking consent.]

TO BE HONEST, I AM FAR MORE INCLINED TO BELIEVE THAT- IT IS ONLY MY EX. THE ... OASH. FUCK- Have a read of just why I am to a reasonable confidence in the validity of this supposition. But I must also make it clear, that due to the fact of this entire shitstorm of endless (seemingly) charades and frustration, and aggravation, and complete inconvience. And all of this associated with the fact that NEVER have I EVER been recieved EVEN the SLIGHTEST fucking benefit, from out of this. What and Why? It is trying to destroy me. I used to live in Clayton/Notting Hill, as I'd mentioned. Now, there - they had began the construction of the 'Victorian Heart Hospital' perhaps ten years ago now. PRIOR to the FIRST APPEARANCE of "COVID" ... I did at some time in the past, perhaps one year in the past now, actually apply a considerable degree of effort to substatiate the claims layed in the document which I've supplied on the index of my website, here; even as I write this, I just have these intrusive fucking thoughts like "you're going to die." but this shit just- look. It seems to only insult me, tell me to kill people, put hurtful, hateful, and totally unhumane thoughts into my mind. When it could just. fucking. stop. at any fucking time. But? It wants my mind. When Jack had asked me about what the recurring theme had been through my life... Well. To be honest, I did not provide an answer to him. But, we both fucking knew the answer. It was of my soul, which is just a fucking example of how fucking intelectually impaired this FUCKING MONSTER IS! WTF is a fucking soul!? But I know that she means, my mind.
Allow me to share some additional documents.
Some information, hopefully. But for all I know it may be "information".
But what do I know of its legitimacy and accuracy. Okay so like- FUCK. In to provide some supplementary information to support the document which I've written in the directly below paragraph. It is that, if there are two. Of whatever this shit is, a good one and a bad one. Then the thing is that I've never ever had to have been told a fucking thing by the good one, because- "Nothing I could ever want could be wrong." ... "We keep the talk to 'only what is neccessary." ... Just ... SANE and respectful discourse. To my fucking understanding, we are identical. Although, of course... I am human. I've no fucking powers... And I feel quite fucking lost most of the time. because-
Who knows!? I do not know. Maybe nobody ... maybe everybody!!!

Fuck it. I do not care. LOL. I need meth as it COMPLETELY FUCKING TAKES AWAY THE WHAT IS ... LITERAL FUCKING BULL SHIT. Or perhaps a fucking blindfold, and ear muffs. Whatever.

It is that the thing which confounds me regarding the good one, is that my book, 'The NOTES!' has been available on the amazon kindle store for QUITE A FUCKING LONG TIME. And?
Nobody has purchased it.