Ai am disappointed

Idiots. There is no other way of sound belonging than by culture. And culture is so that ones feeling of being one gets weaker the more in the periphery one comes. And culture is so that one can, in fact, see the next neighbourhood as a different culture than one's own. See your neighbour. Make a spot. Clean it. And grow. The national states has borders. And, historically so, and by the work of school, media, and church, languages are formed within.

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That Fiedler

That nice urge to achieve
is in work to believe
as a way feeling good
by demands understood.

And, the others to please
is to be quite at ease.
Both the tram and the ship
has on future the grip.

And, the easy way out
it is always about.
And, the will to be seen
is on what one is keen.

I myself am a boat
which to you is a goat.
To the Lord it is so
that I easily go.

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The bunch

The bunch is not much of a treat.
It has in looking good a seat.
And all is foolishness and pride,
as if it could seduce, the wide.

Indeed, there berries are more keen
on counting, and on to be seen.
And those are so that they are not
the artificial look got.

To bunch, a model is to reach,
by which there is the taste to teach.
The Son of Man, not fond of bunch,
prefers the marmalade, to lunch.

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Chips in the body

Ai think aI always have had that belief in God, in the Power of life, even when aI was discouraged, and took stand against Christianity, that there cannot be threats in life which man cannot address, and fight. Ai pray to the Lord to give me right, in this. Also, as a young man, about to attend the Military Academy, when aI had one of those sweet moments thinking of breasts, aI made that oath to myself, my woman should be one aI could talk to. Communicate with. And such an oath has implications, since my body, in one respect, is my woman, as are my clothes, and as is my house. And, further more, everything aI say. And state, writing. And create by other means.

Those chips which one nowadays can implant in the flesh of man is, as such, a new threat. Ai believe one by those chips can reach the lines of nerves and to some extent can manipulate the receptors in the brain. Considerable pain can be given by those chips. Most of such pain, as itching, burning sensation and limbs or muscles hurting, must be phantom pains. The true effect of those chips are real, though, so terrible pain can be given where they in fact are, as in teeth, and where the energy ends, as in the brain. Ai believe the only way to release the function of those chips is by energy. And that means those chips can be killed, by energy. Walking on a trailroad should do it, by the voltage created between the wires in the air and the railway line. And in some cities there are trams. My experience is that much less energy is needed. Sitting between the electric stove and a thermometer might be it, and that small energy there to be found can be disturbed by the flash of a camera, increasing the effect on the chip.

What is injected by those chips is terrible fear. Fear is what in our times has become overall challenge, being the mean of Satan. And, call it opinion, call it view: Nothing in life is so that man cannot do anything about it.

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