The wounds in my face are much better, thank you. The skin moisture works, and the wounds heal. It is good for my mind.
Every time aI go to sleep, the wounds in my face are infected. And for a very long time, aI have been bothered with pain and itching, given me by what is in my teeth. This cannot go on. Obviously, the children of Satan cannot control themselves, and will pursue their evil intents if there is no immediate sanction. So, from now on, everyone wanting to harm a hypnotized or a broken one in the hands of God, or who wants to destroy the work of a hypnotized or a broken one in the hands of God, will be extinguished by the pursue of the intent.
My God, aI am furious. Christ give me right.
By the way, aI have made, on Prixnix.com, an overview of the “spots” in my apartment, to be found here.
,” okey … Maybe Norwegian is not that silly. Pretty close, though. We share with the Jew that orientation one in philosophy call “materialistic”, and you know, Americans should also, having a President. Number One, not One and Only. What that means, is that we are grounded. Pretty down to earth, by the language, though dreaming about the not reachable, not imaginable. So we can be pretty naive, thinking others must think as us, like in the hands of God, cared for. We are basically like the tree flowering, not the beast, pissing on it. And that is pretty close to being that silly. For some.
Ai have cleaned up a little in my internet addresses. Ai have moved vaccinius.com to my home page, and aI have destined fantasifix.no for memory. It is a bit silly address, really, since the site is in English, also. And aI have made some new short addresses to my pages. This particular site, the WP blog, aI got the address vaccinius.net for, the other day, so now vaccinius.com points to my home page, and vaccinius.net points to this blog. As aI see it, and want it to be, the .com and the .net addresses are the one’s which are not matters.
It is a bit funny, the thing with internet addresses. Today, one can make plenty. Ai thank the Lord, though, for giving me trixnix.com and prixnix.com and any other. Imagine: damesnames.com; jentemente.no; magnimix.com. Ai believe those addresses, still today, would be worth fortunes, if fresh.
Ai see that someone has made a lot of internet addresses, obviously intentionally to ridicule and to make despair, both as .com and as .no, and aI once made blog posts about it. Maybe aI will repeat those lists, in a way or another. Maybe the posts are deleted, and aI have found a few more addresses. When identity on internet is bad, organized, not incidentally, one gets the notion internet is a place for the bad, and that internet is not love. And, you know, we can make that a picture.
Ai am happy with my addresses. Thank, You, Lord! They say something, are easy to memorize and to share, and they give masses of possibilities.
Ai have even bought tertit.com. Tertit is the baby name of my sister, and, of course, she does not know it, and when she is finished being a business woman and makes herself a spot, aI will give it to her, and say “it is fate …” Tertit is very intelligent and very artistic, so aI believe she can make something nice.
AI have an incredible challenge, presumably given me by Ingrid Alexandra. After aI changed the theme of the blog, the header image, that is the A in the circle, became frozen. Ai mean, there is nothing aI can do about it. Ai cannot move it, aI can not change it, and aI cannot delete it. Ai have thought about it, and since aI am not thinking, aI have come to the conclusion there is a possibility to change the entire mending of the blog, by making a theme on a Blogger blog, and save the atom of that theme on my computer, and then upload it to WordPress, on the blog. Ai think about it sporadically, and especially when aI am tired and ready for bed. As right now. And aI think that is part of the plot of Her Royal Highness. To make me confused. If aI do that now, aI cannot do it tomorrow, and if aI wait until tomorrow, aI have forgotten everything about it, and will regret aI did not do it now, since aI only think about taking away that A when aI am tired. Ai believe aI must sleep on it.
… expecting. Ai have changed my mind. Ai am chemically lobotomized, and aI have been tortured and abused for more than twenty years. Ai believe the word “broken” is the word for it. Yesterday aI looked up what electricity is in a Norwegian lexicon. And aI could not understand a word of it. Ai never got it in what we call college either, though, surely, aI have a bit more experience now. Well. Ai am expecting, aI guess. Making specs from what is.
,” okey … If aI am not broken, aI am apart. Hypnotized, and apart. Is that possible? You see, aI believe aI think clearly, now. Ai feel aI have been low, and now aI feel aI am sharp, again. That is nice, since then aI am not only taking it, and not only presented. As if that is any “only”. What aI mean, is that aI feel a bit more joyful.
Today aI saw two beautiful girls, in a restaurant, sitting together, a girl of African inheritance, and a girl of Norwegian stock, both Norwegian. And aI just had to make a poem. About the squirrel. Maybe they liked it …