Sunday, June 22, 2014

The same as it ever was (at least going back 15 years or so) ..

Things regarding are about the same as always ...

The FEDS regarding this tryst are still bashful about providing proof of an investigation and their many and varied psychotic minions still follow me about on a daily basis. I'm really not sure what they are trying to pull...

It's all good, though.  Shit man. I've even come to enjoy the attention..




Rock the fuck.


Saturday, April 26, 2014

My body resounds

I enjoy difficult things.

If it presses back as I press forward? Then I have come to understand this as good, as a lesson and proof that living is truly worth real human effort.

I enjoy problem solving.  

Not so much math, but otherwise elegant, graceful means of finding some sort of solution to some sort of conundrum. This happens all the time and every day in my very plain, waking moments and could be so simple of a thing as braking to let the car in front of me change lanes (which I always do and which always feels so fine).

Also, not adding my voice to ongoing social dramas makes a real difference. These dramas happen frequently in my life and it's very challenging to simply observe and not interject my own angle. This could also be seen as problem solving of a sort.

I take care of my tools.

My daily work is the most mundane of any daily work ever imagined but I nonetheless obsess on my tools, my gear, the process, how I can make any and every moment of that very real and very physical labor that much more efficient.

I've found this makes a real difference, this knack towards self observation, minding myself and holding myself accountable. If I cannot observe, love and challenge myself? Then how in the world can I contribute such things to some other? God forbid I should marry some poor woman before first resolving these things! Or, hopefully if I did, she would be toothy and wise and allowing.

I have developed an affinity for pain.

My mind is a muscle and, other than abs, is the most difficult for me to train. Learning to really use my mind, hurts like fucking hell. Should I light upon some new idea? Should I have an epiphany that I want to perfect? Then here come a hundred other intrusions to push me away from it. The League of Rejects(tm) is what I call this ugly influence, the tendency of one's own mind to always try and undo anything and everything that the mind is positively set upon achieving. "Everyone hates the prettiest in the room" is how the saying goes .. and it's true. If I'm to turn inward and utilize mind? If I'm to make a real example of myself? Then the naysayers incapable of the same, will always be there to hate. My task is to ignore them, which is paramount to impossibility. But I toil on, still...

My mind is my greatest ally.

"There are spooks up in our minds, all of us; do not let them push you around!"  --anonymous

My mind is greater than my body but strangely, more fragile. It requires such concentration to develop that, at times, I want to simply be body. But that would be disingenous and foolish and fatal, too.

My body resounds like a coil.

My body is old. It grows so by the minute, (as do all of ours) .. it carries with it the memories of such triumphs, such tragedies and such traumas! It harbors so much earthly love and learning that at times it blinds me to think back on all of it.  Full of potential, danger, history and quiet strength. My body thrums. It's almost vibratory or cyclical this physical thing I'm trying to get at, it's fundamental and I reckon can only be felt with a certain sort of balance in one's days: the right amount of sleep is important; the right amount and proper types of food, sex, play and otherwise recreation. Careful attention to the needs of the mind (as the mind should always rule the body). Physical training, be it lifting, dancing, running, fencing, wrestling or even surfing, for that matter...

Because the body, like any other animal that we would deem to control, should be trained. And it should always be ruled by the mind: economy of movement, grace, a humble dispostion and introspection. Emotional accountability. And, at all costs, introspection.

My body resounds.


this post is intended to be supplemental to the facts made public in my main website,; it probably will not make much sense to you if you have not already made yourself aware of the legal and personal efforts discussed in that site. please see for a necessary introduction into why this blog exists. or, if you just like reading weird stuff, then don't. and, enjoy.


Saturday, March 1, 2014

A man should not fear his work...

I've written before (many times actually) of how the sordid movements against me over the years have pretty much destroyed my historic and traditional career in visual and software interface design. In fact, by far the greatest effort made on the part of the “investigators” and early on, was to prevent me from gaining any gainful (if I may) employment in that field (really, anything to do with computers as I'm also very skilled in networking and hardware disciplines in general).

Back around year 2001, when I was leaving my last important design position (Art Director at a prominent Houston design firm) and while seeking new employment, I had a funny but telling experience. It's sort of indicative of just how badly they(tm) were working to prevent me from working and it was also, very much, an effort to quite literally loose my mental hinges.

And it worked, freaked my shit real bad to be honest and eventually I would crack under the sort of daily experiences like the one I'm about to describe:

I had just been hired at another design firm, also a fairly prominent group here in Houston, and after leaving my initial meeting with the owners/management … and as I was walking down the stairs to go to my car, a plainly dressed guy came up the stairs and passed me and as he did so, he muttered under his breath … “Don't get too comfortable in your new job.” Any normal civilian would have said, “Excuse me? What did you say?” … but I was acutely aware of the movements around and regarding me and had been for some time and so I knew all too well why the comment was made. To have inquired would have assuredly garnered a response of the sort, “I'm sorry but I didn't say anything.”

Believe it … true story.

Anyway … before I waste a lot of breath on old stories that really aren't too much about what I want to get at with this bit, I'll stop.

Work that's not work...

But suffice it to say, my professional background is in software interface design … also, visual design in general. 

I enjoy all sorts of visual design, from book covers to brochures to posters to custom DVD productions for my niece to t-shirts to even general text layout as evidenced in my own site (pretty much the greatest text based site I've ever personally designed and built) ,... but by far, software interface design is my main love. 

The task of gathering together some strange new groups various processes and problems and coordinating with a team of similarly passionate professionals in an effort to craft an elegant solution via mathematical logic and visual interfaces is pretty much akin to the most enjoyable and rewarding sort of “play” for me that I can imagine (it was, anyway); I never once thought of it as work and would never stop doing it … even after I left the nine to five … I went to bed thinking about it, woke up thinking about it and could not wait for the next significant milestone to be reached as any given project progressed. And upon completion of each and every project, it felt like I'd just reached the summit of some new and monumental peak; it was and is a transcendentally enjoyable process, this task of creating something beautiful and functional, basically from nothing. 

The fact that people were paying me upwards of $60 dollars an hour to do the work was sort of beside the point … I would have done that shit for free, to be honest, and so the huge pay checks were quite literally, “gravy.”

And, as I'll eventually get too … I really am currently doing it for free … and as I find the time and the clients I find interesting enough to commit too. Not so much software design, but at least visual design of a sort. But more on that several blocks of text down …

A man should not fear his work...

All that said and as a direct consequence of being the victim of a hugely sweeping and constant smear campaign (they call it an investigation, LOL), I've been fixing flats tires for 12 dollars an hour for the past 8 years. 

No shit. 

I do it every day and it sucks the proverbial fucking ass. It's brutally physical (imagine flipping over 400lb tires all day), hideously dirty, incredibly dangerous labor (most of the work is on huge tires forfork trucks and the like). It's truly the bottom of the labor-pool barrel; not as any slight against them cause I've found some of them to be strangely stand-up guys … but the majority of the guys I work side by side with are ex convicts (from murder to robbery to drugs, you name it). It's the only job that these guys can get. And, for the past 15 years, it's been the only job I can get as well.

I make daily attempts to manage my emotional reactions to the work because it really is something horrible to have to wake up looking at each and every Monday and the tendency to become angered or feel sorry for myself is, admittedly a real factor (I'm human). And in fact, in my better moments, I've actually managed to see the work as some sort of personal and challenging daily lesson in how best to manage my self and especially my emotional reactions to having to endure horrible things; being prone to self observation, being a person who is genuinely bugged when he observes his self acting and behaving idiotically or childishly, I've really at times found the work beneficial as a learning device and in regards to how best to manage my ever developing self. 

All that sensitive shit said? 

At 46 years of age, though in super fucking good physical shape (yes, I can brag) ... I genuinely have very real fear reactions every time some new task is given to me to complete because invariably it will involve tremendous physical labor, heat, sweating, tremendous physical labor, being covered in chemicals and grease, tremendous physical labor, constantly busted fingers and other body parts, and other, generally horrible things like tremendously physical labor. I am one of the only two guys at our company who can go out on "road calls" (the others don't have drivers licenses because they are either immigrants or ex-cons) ... and I swear, every time our fucking phone rings (it's broadcast on an external speaker) ... my heart leaps into my throat and adrenaline spurts in to my veins cause I know it's some Port of Houston facility calling to have me come out and do some god fucking awful, horrible thing.

If a man fears his work, then he is obviously in the wrong line of work; this is something I repeat to myself constantly and as a mantra some particularly horrible days ... it doesn't help much but it at least keeps me constantly aware of the fact that I'm far better and more utilized as a human resource when employed doing the things I love. Meh... 

This current and horrific labor that I see to on a daily basis stands in such utter and complete contrast to the sort of work I was doing before that at times I can't help but feel I'm acting in some sort of cosmic, dark comedy of a play (and in fact, I know it to be the case that I kind of really am, but that's not for this blog post). In my previous and traditional profession as a design professional, me and my fellows would literally fight over who got to do any given task/project; it was that important and that fun to us. Hugely competitive and hugely rewarding. 

Some funny shit is that if you look at the “about” section on my ridiculous Facebook page, you'll see an employment listing that looks something like this:

  • 1995-1996 – Lead interface designer for (insert some design firms name)
  • 1996-1997 – Lead interface designer for (insert Houston's only major newspaper's name)
  • 1997-2000 - Assistant Vice President to Treasury Solutions/Art Director/Lead Interface designer (insert name of the largest bank on the planet)
  • 2000-2001 – Art Director/Lead Interface designer at (insert largest digital book repository/archive on the planet)
  • 2001-2002 – Art Director at (insert major Houston software development company/Ad agency)
  • 2002-2014 – Fixing flats for 12 dollars an hour; it sucks fucking ass

Oh, I can laugh at that now, thank god … but time was when it really hurt. And that above list is pretty much verbatim from my stupid ass Facebook page

As a brief aside ... I hate Facebook. I just use it to post filth, pornography, religiously blasphemous tirades and otherwise to try and piss my more family oriented friends off. I actually play a sort of game to see how many people I can get to “friend” me and then see how quickly I can get them to delete me. It's so fucking fun and so I guess, in that regard, it has some worth. Oh yeah, as weird as every one I know might find it … I post lots of very serious stuff about my ongoing effort around and my ongoing attempt to publicly prove an investigation of myself has, indeed, existed over the past 15+ years. I also publish lots of personal writing under the notes section.

I'll do this shit for free...

Anyway … as mentioned above, I've been doing a bit of pro bono, free design work. Lately it's involved doing book covers for a really cool, non profit, small press publisher called Nostrovia!. They've published some of my poetry in the past (I actually won a fucking writing contest!) and so, knowing my professional background in design, they invited me to assist with some design work. The covers are for digital books that are published in .PDF format and ultimately are uploaded to online sites like, and I can't even begin to describe how refreshing it has been to be involved with the work.

It's very fast turn around as they hit me with about 12 books at once and so with hugely limited free/personal time, I've had to pretty much crank it out in “turbo design” mode … the ideas/conceptual work isn't that deep because of these time constraints but I get to use some personal photography and have complete creative license in so far as how I might choose to illustrate any given set of poems (they are published in what is known in the writing scene as, “chapbooks.”). Further, I am doing all page by page content presentation and layout, as well as a bit of branding/logo/identity work for the Nostrovia! group in general.

So to the point of this typically winded bit of a blog post ...

The free work I've been doing of late...

Following are some of the book covers I've recently completed ... as well as some of the content pages from the actual digital books that we are publishing. 

I did everything you see here (except where noted/credited) ... layout, photography, typography, compositing, etc. The tools used are primarily Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Illustrator and Serif Page Plus (this last one, a really simple but very effective page layout program similar but far inferior to Adobe Indesign).

And, over the coming months, I look forward to doing more for these fine folk. And ... of course ... for fucking free. Why? Because I love it...

A man should not fear his work; he should run towards it.



This is one of my favorites cause it involved the most production work. I shot the little bits of paper with my cel phone (believe it or not) and then composited the cover together in photoshop using layers of the poetry overlayed with various other blending/collage techniques. Turned out pretty cool. Reminds me of the color scheme/design approach used on the walls of a lot of the Starbucks coffee shop interiors, I've seen (LMFAO. I also include here a couple other shots from the same book showing how the content pages follow the theme set by the cover. The vintage porn photo is from a public domain photo repository of images over 100 years old, bit of trivia there ... :



The following is a smaller book we've done, using a slightly diminished canvas size and a different branding style on the content pages ... the type treatment was fun; typography, fonts and the selection of such for any given project gives me a real geek stiffy. I've also included a content page. All of this was done in Adobe Photoshop and Adobe Illustrator:


Here is another of the larger publications; it's obviously an Elvis themed bit of writing (check the poem on the content page; the girl is good). The Elvis image was found at a public domain, newspaper repository. I did the faux-halftone effect in Photoshop. Turned out nice. Burnt orange, in all it's variants, is my favorite color; I actually have to police myself or I'll use it in every project without even knowing it. Also included a content page below:


This is a pretty straightforward bit of cover work. I was pressed for time and so had to let a dominant photo carry the mood/message of the cover. The image of the building is something I randomly shot in downtown Houston many years ago. I found it in my closet and thought it went nice with the mood of the poems and so used it. I totally love that photo. So stark and direlect. Also included is a content page showing a photo illustration for one of the poems. The photo was sent to me by a photography friend of mine who lives in Holland. She shot it specifically for this project. I fucking love collaborating:

Finally, here's a logotype I did as something the publisher can begin using throughout it's published works and as a means of developing an readily identified brand. Following the first photo is an example of the various ways it has been  presented throughout the various books:

But for now, I'm fixing flats...

Perhaps some day I'll again be able to seek gainful employment doing something I love, perhaps not. 

The forces at work here, those that have been set against me over the past 14 years, at least in a temporal, corporeal regard ... are formidable (and no, local East Houston Law Enforcement Goons, I don't mean you, god bless you ... your just doing what nature made you to do .. and in a way, that's a really positive thing); but, this? This shit I'm dealing with? And you thinking that your dealing with me? This whole queer drama? It's something else entirely and it has it's beginnings in folk and forces way behind and above your own, admittedly, persistent stumbling. I mean no insult by that. It's simply true...

Persons with vast financial resources and equally expansive social influence have a pretty easy go of destroying a person's well being/opportunities should the desire take them. But, as I vaguely alluded to, above ... that influence and power is fleeting at best and so, in the long run, knowing what has real value, I will persist in my mundane, dangerous and horrifying daily labor. 

What I personally hold out for and why I've refused to prostrate myself at the feet of the various "offers" that have been made regarding a resolution to the circumstances outlined in (and there have been offers) is something I know beyond any doubt, that I will take with me when I leave this heavy and sweaty and really, sort of cumbersome earthly living: principle, truth and justice. 

Compromising the idea of principle and truth for the sake of comfort, sex, monetary gain, a new car or job or anything else ... is simply not an option for me. I have no clue why this is. I had a fairly typical upbringing in a fairly typical middle class home. I attended public schools. I broke hearts and had my heart broke. I had sex by the age of 15. I got in to trouble and I redeemed myself, afterward. I made straight D's in High School. I made straight A's in college. Pretty normal as life courses go. But when faced with the prospect of accepting a bribe? And contrary to what 99.9% of my long standing and traditional so called friends would choose?

Shit ... I'll sling dirt and tires and labor till my body gives out before I'll compromise myself so grossly. And so, there it is...

The irony is that I'm surrounded by persons who embody the precise opposite of this idea; many of them are and have been informants to the ongoing, and so called, "investigation" of myself over the years; and many of them are folks who I once thought of as friends (and who I now know to be simple, and oh-so malleable tools).

As for the powers set against me? The so called "social leaders" and "political figures" who wield their influence and power so abusively? Theirs will not be a lasting influence. And I personally believe that that very same power will perish with the flesh of those who are currently waving it about like some fat brute with a stick. But that's just me waxing poetic and so who the fuck knows?

(Fuck me, man. I got a little goddamn metaphysical there at the end, huh? LMFAO ... oh well ... I do have a serious side, you know.)

Hope you've enjoyed the pornography.


this post is intended to be supplemental to the facts made public in my main website,; it probably will not make much sense to you if you have not already made yourself aware of the legal and personal efforts discussed in that site. please see for a necessary introduction into why this blog exists. or, if you just like reading weird stuff, then don't. and, enjoy.


Thursday, January 16, 2014

"You can't hold hands with God when your masturbating"

This is a bit of much needed entertainment while also being a quite serious bit of commentary on one sort of particularly whacked out group of folks who have been a part of the harassment operation against me over the years.

And this group I refer to above would be local religious whackos. The call themselves "christians" ... but I'll refer to the group, from here on out, as "Xtians" ... cause it's shorter, faster to type and I think the big X looks cool and is a literal "cross" metaphor of sorts. 

Sure, there's a very real (and also nasty/deranged) group of so called "psychological professionals" who have been active participants in the ongoing investigation against me ... and in many ways, these people are more horrifying than the Xtian religious whackos because at a certain level, these so called, "professionals" in the psychological community have very real authority over ones life should one ever find oneself in a court of law regarding one's supposed behavior. And reprimanding me to some such court setting is precisely what the more ambitious organizers of the investigation against me have tried very hard to make happen over the past 1.5 decades.

But this post is about christian whackos, of which there are many here in the lovely bible-thumping South. And I am wholly repelled by their psychosis. I think their mythology is pretty cool though ... some great stories and lessons in there ... but it's the folks who believe it as fact that are particularly treacherous ... and trust me, I've seen great evil done by the hand of such religious lunatics. Long story short? They embody a philosophy, whether spoken aloud/owned or not, that says: "Great evil/harm can be done if a greater good is served."  And what and how they come to believe as "greater good" is the scary part ... and it generally, in a most ironic fashion, has everything to do with buttressing their own selves and the religious systems they adhere to rather than being something truly necessary and good. A truly insane bunch.

Seems somewhere along the way, perhaps arising out of my father's social circles that have been involved as informants to the investigation over the years, perhaps for some other reason, this sort of "fundamentalist" ... glazed eyed Xtian psycho became movers in the operations against me.

I would guess it's because it's one of the most available very large groups of persons who could be easily persuaded in to organizing against a single other person who some "authority" such as the FBI or local police might quietly claim is a potential child molester, pedophile or other sort of sexual deviant ... cause if anything gets the psycho Xtian's worked up, it's sex. Not necessarily deviant sexual subjects such as predation, rape, pedophilia, incest or worse ... but just SEX, in and of itself,  freaks these people out (which is a shame cause they'd probably benefit from having more of it). It's also a very large group of persons, who once organized, also wield considerable local resources in regards to time, money and a willingness to spend their days harassing a person they have been made to believe needs "saving." Oh, shudder...

Anyway ... I'm going to write a whole lot more about this group of whack jobs in the near future, especially about one particular such whacko who has, literally, been stalking me for almost a decade and who, just this past Xmas sent me a fucking 8lb goddamn comparative study bible to my day job. 

Below, I talk a bit about what I'm ultimately going to do with the vile tomb ... consider it a little primer of sorts in regards to my upcoming, more fleshed-out (pun intended) comments. It's from a typically offensive and "meant to agitate" post that I made to my Facebook wall (which is about the only good use for Facebook if you ask me). It's a graphic, pardon if it's hard to read ... I thought posting it in visual context would add to the value of the thing (if such even exists) ...




More later...


Oh yeah ... also .. here's a fun bit from Patton Oswalt that I love and which, though I am not an atheist, I still find quite accurate about the whole god forsaken organized religion thing (especially organized Xtian whackos):


this post is intended to be supplemental to the facts made public in my main website,; it probably will not make much sense to you if you have not already made yourself aware of the legal and personal efforts discussed in that site. please see for a necessary introduction into why this blog exists. or, if you just like reading weird stuff, then don't. and, enjoy.


Friday, January 3, 2014

Some dude trys to get me to mail him copyrighted material (even offering to PAY me for it) ... LOL ...

As mentioned in a very recent and previous post, I occasionally download MP3's from various online resources ... some times movies too. I mean, the sort you don't have to pay for. Read more about this statement, and in great detail (also, how it factors into the circumstances around and why I have to publish such): Criminality and MP3/Movie downloads

As already written about, this is infrequent at best and is far out shadowed by my near daily purchase of the same sorts of media from Amazon, local brick and mortar shops and otherwise. But will, occasionally and on a whim, find something I'm interested in online, from torrent sites or any number of media-centric blogs, and just to check out and decide if I want to actually spend money on it.

But that's been written about and covered at length and is not the point of this particular post...

"Hey Man! Think if I mailed you a portable drive...?"

And that's pretty much the exact language this dude used. 

I'm talking about a guy who randomly private messaged me on, a very popular audiophile oriented web forum devoted to the discussion of high end headphone based audio gear. A forum I am a very long standing and somewhat prominent member of; I have thousands upon thousands of posts there and have been a daily, contributing member for over seven years now. My user name is "s1rrah" (Harris backwards and with a numeral 1 for the "i")

So this guy private messages me...

He starts out with lots of lavish and flattering praise regarding certain hardware reviews I've written there, and one in particular ... a review done for MHDT Laboratories and their very excellent Stockholm Vacuum tube digital to analogue converter (DAC).

We begin talking about this bit of equipment (I'm going to post the entire text of the dialogue once I get around to completing this blog post); at some point, I mention that I have about a 20,000 file collection of MP3s/FLACs that are on constant rotation (most of which are ripped from my own CD's thank you very much) and it doesn't take him any time to say something to the effect of:

"Dude! You think if I mailed you a portable hard drive you could copy your entire collection over to it and mail it back to me!? I assure you, you will be well compensated for this!"


Now I must admit, at the time of the original discourse, I was rather inebriated (Saturday Dec. 28/2013) and really just considered him a fellow music loving freak like myself and I said sure, though no compensation was necessary as I'm not in the business of peddling music; but it's true that me and my local friends trade CD's, share records/files all the time...pretty standard procedure as it is among most music listening humans, and my first inclination was to simply consider this more of the same.

(the evening passes and Joel sobers up and begins to consider the night's previous dialogue)

Immediately all the flags and bells and whistles start waving, ringing and blowing. I re read our dialogue and I notice a couple interesting things:

  1. The guy is overtly praising and flattering, as though (in a Psych 101 sort of way) attempting to "lubricate" my responses to upcoming  questions by somehow filling me with pride or narcissistic self love of some sort. Or otherwise, to somehow manipulate my affections for him via such silly praise. (er...thanks guy, but I know I'm a pretty decent writer already and I'm full of myself enough without the flattery)
  2. Once I bring up having a pretty decently sized music collection, the guy immediately asks if he can mail me a portable drive and if I can mail it back.
  3. On two separate occasions, the guy expressly mentions that he will "pay" me for this and that I will be well "compensated."


Suffice it to say, I politely messaged him back that same following day saying that I didn't' feel it would be a good idea based simply on conscience and that I'd hate to either one, lose my civil liberties for taking part in something so blatantly illegal as such a mailing and even worse, perhaps, lose my good standing with the forum, where it is explicitly stated in the Terms of Service that:


"The Head-Fi Web Site, Head-Fi Forums and any other Head-Fi user participatory areas shall be used for lawful purposes only. No material shall be posted on or transmitted through the Head-Fi Web Site, Head-Fi Forums and any other Head-Fi user participatory areas, which violates or infringes in any way upon the rights of others, which is unlawful, threatening, abusive, defamatory, invasive of privacy or publicity rights, vulgar, obscene, profane, indecent or otherwise objectionable, which encourages conduct that would constitute a criminal offense, gives rise to civil liability or otherwise violates any law."


I am going to write more about this bit of correspondence but wanted to get something down on the blog as, at the very least, a statement of awareness and perhaps a placeholder for further writing as I'm certainly not in the habit of selling/peddling music to person's, friends or otherwise.

I think I made my friend Juan (an illegal immigrant who was just learning how to operate an MP3 player at the time) pay me 20 bucks to find him some AC/DC tracks once a good bit back; but that certainly wasn't me charging for the music as much as it was my time spent in trying to hunt it down for him (cause it's a pain in the fucking ass).  LOL ... but that's the only single thing I can think of in my entire life that could even remotely be viewed as such.

But it remains....

But it remains that I am very much aware that the persons behind the ongoing (and still non-officially-publicized "investigation" of myself are quite desperate to "get him!" (me) for something, anything and especially anything involving computers and/or the internet.

And this whole thing just reeked of a classic bait operation.  Subtle, caught me on New Years weekend when I was quite happy with my drink at home, but still and especially in retrospect, it reeks.

And so I've given the guy the word that I'm not cool with it (and he's already said that he might be through Houston soon, as he "has relatives" here and that we could get together and copy it that way) ... LOL ... that's not gonna happen either, friend.


(more on this later and as I have time to write)

this post is intended to be supplemental to the facts made public in my main website,; it probably will not make much sense to you if you have not already made yourself aware of the legal and personal efforts discussed in that site. please see for a necessary introduction into why this blog exists. or, if you just like reading weird stuff, then don't. and, enjoy.


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