Ever wanted to tell someone they are a psycho? Yes. Anyways psycho you mean typically of being wrong is a person being not in the norm. Or killing someone as true to life that movies are. Anyways, that version is almost always wrong. We make things out to be monster or something scary like whitepeople. The latter is really scary. Which is my point. I tend to think whitepeople are all psychopaths, not in theory but in reality. The personality is almost always money and selfish. It’s ok for me to say this cus they can’t be hurt. They run the world. Look at history it’s always white. Even the saviour has become a whiteman. Anwyays. Enough racism which is not the same as hatred. It’s not a stereotype if it always true. Tongue in cheek? I was at the bank for some reason the bank card was off by a computer program. I could have gotten into the system myself and the bank system would not have suspected an injun to have such ability to write a program to get into. I always use the whiteperson’s racism against them. very sneaky and cheeky as Sarah calls it. I can do a very typical cree indian accent. If they admit I can do then it is against their world view of superiority. Maybe but just be honest with yourself. Indian’s are NOT smart. That rule cant be broken so I use it. I learn from the best at deception/manipulation/predatoring/fun. Dene like to hunt for moose and they is a good skill if you need to live in the north of canada for several thousand years. Humans are predators; eyes forward to determine distance to food. Speaking of bank. I was at the bank to activate the card again. I remember having this “creepy” feeling from the woman there. I did see her being alone most of the time downtown. Just scanning. I was helped by her many times. I am not a weak member and she probably picked that up. Usually predators need something new. I knew she knew of her ways. Her manserisms and movement was very familiar. My brain wanted this. I really don’t like her. I wanted to know why. So today I tested the idea. I went up to her at the bank teller place. I was “My card is not working reactivate it” Silence. Then I stood there with no movement but staring at her with only as her being my turn to creep out. It did not work. The chips on the card was broken and needed a new one. Replaced. She never smiled once. Very cool. I whispered, “I know.” She said, “How?” “You are easy to read.” I instantly had a voice-over of Dexter. She did run after me as I left. I caught her interest. I see psychopathy in everyone. “You forgot your card and there was a note.” Not gonna do it of course. She has my information at the bank and control over my life byt life i mean money. If you ask her this is never how it transpired.(UPDATE: I HAD ACCESS TO MY ACCOUNT AT 2PM and NOW NO ACCESS at 532, I HAVE TO GO THERE TO SEE HER AGAIN) I could easily made this up and this is how fiction could be done. You make shit up. Emotional crap is made up adn fictional much like being aware of self. it is very easy to trick. The brain is a bag of tricks.
now a picture?
I added another Goggle it Photo; more to come.
Something is strange. I slept and dreamed and dreamed. Im still tired.
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