Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind: Contact Has Begun (2020)

Well, thanks for the advice. i eat mostly organic, it's very helpful and a good point of comparison. Why would I bother with things like that (I mean the bit about the grammar...), though? That takes extra effort, effort takes resources, resources are unavailable, writing this stuff down, very strenuous, hence. I've been there as well, the psych wards, the whole shebang, actually. In fact i was in holding at age 17 and my 18th birthday was spent in max for the criminally insane and i was lucky to even go to max in that instance. in holding, the nurses thought they have power invested in them by their own fine judgement among others to give candy that "Will help you get better quicker and thus expedite your release", off-label thorazine dealing from a non-doctor. Took it once and it gave me the worst headache ever, so I had to find out what it was. Usually they give stuff like quantum nappies (I think it was quietinapine/seroquel actually, or something like that). I heard it's a high-value item among heroin and other opiate consumers in Canada, something that helps with their hobbyist consumption in a great way. They give these out like candy with health insurance here, you could literally accumulate an entire box of those here for practically nothing and sell them like there's no tomorrow, were they legal and such an enterprise allowed. The murderers there seemed like and probably actually were the most reasonable people out there. One of them was a humble, kind fella with the look of a good citizen from the countryside and I found out he killed his parents, I don't think he was too enthusiastic to tell me, but didn't mind too much either, my opinion of him didn't get any worse. There was another fella looking like Rowan Atkinson, walking around a bit funny like a military officer, lifting his knees to a 90* degree angle every time he stepped around in the corridor, didn't talk much and when he did, seemed rather cheerful and optimistic. He was watching TV pretty much all day and taking notes on a consistent basis, as if he was receiving some sort of information from it, pretty weird if you ask me.
Another guy, let's call him Andrew, in for double homicide and done around 10 years by then I reckon, made a little witty poem "Winter-Summer Winter-Summer, many thanks to the head doctor for all these things", as if he was practically god there, making even the seasons and weather change from one thing, to another. And it's true, the fella himself (the head doctor in max) looked like a humble fella, a very cool guy, but also completely dis-illusioned and by that I mean realistic. I was slightly saddened to hear him having passed away, he was a good doctor and man. Another guy who I still see these days after his release from max, he said he was there for beating someone up and taking their phone. The internet says he escaped from max during dental work and was in for a murder charge for at least twenty years, and it could be both ways, you know. It was a multi-story building and big complex practically in the middle of nowhere. On the first floor, there were also ladies and on the second were allegedly for the most part, the most dangerous criminals, or at least poorer conditions used as leverage for good behavior. There was a child molester on the second floor with a weird looking eye and greasy long hair like a metal-head rocker guy, and he seemed just fine, despite his somewhat creepy appearances. Apparently his mother is or was a wealthy woman, working abroad. This explains why he had premium items like Playstation and was even allowed outside of max for temporary leave. Oh, and the women, the women on the first floor...one of them, I think she was 19 and her name Mary (or Merlin, something similar, probably), a bit chubby and with what looked to be like only a slight developmental disorder, but otherwise hot, told me that she got lured in by some strange man, was raped which is when she "Cheered" quote unquote. She told me this with a nice smile and the way she said it, it looked like another sentence could be added "Yeah, it was about time...". Granted, I do know that's probably not how it went exactly, but regardless, funny story, am I right? Cigarettes are an important form of currency in prison and mental incarceration alike, and she went around asking these murderers for cigarettes (we all do, sometimes), especially when these are rare. The population split in a demographic perhaps likened to Mexicans and the Spanish in america, they were russian by analogy. The standard "thank you" is called "спасибо", but she didn't know that language much and tried to learn by phonetics. So every time she asked for a cigarette and was responded to affirmatively, she thanked the murderers with "соссиба", i.e. "сосси ба", сосси means suck, like a breast, and BA could be a black man like B.A. Baracus, so she could've said "go blow a black man" every time that happened, or perhaps sheep, as in “BAA!”. Funny, but dangerous. Another blonde girl, in for murder with the surname of an immensely famous psychic witch, both in her home country AND russia, who even was from the same local neighbourhood as her herself strangely enough, was also rather interesting. She K.O-d some elderly lady in the retirement home (where she was forcefully kept) after being pissed off. They were all struggling with the languages there, myself included, and once I was asked "What's for dinner?", by her. It was beetroot soup or "Borscht", quite a tasty meal. The native language equivalent enabled me to make a pun and called it "faggot soup" and she couldn't even tell the difference, which made it more hilarious. Another one there, that flashed me her beautiful (for B-cup) tits and told me how, if she needed to make money, she could just go to the local rehab, pretend to be a Heroin addict and get some substances for re-sale, from the government, for free. I think it was called methadone. Anyway, we had an argument over cigarette consumption and who-gets-what and we ended up fighting in hand-to-hand combat and it was pretty even, I confess, I couldn't defeat her and we were really going at it, maybe wrestling even. Really strong. She ended up splitting the cigarette we fought over in half, but it was a good call, I reckon. Saw her in town a few years later, I think she was pregnant, but I didn't want to bother her. Her name was something like Anastasia, "nasty Nasty" could be a nice nickname, when appropriate. As for the roomies, these changed every once-in-a-while, one of them was a fat guy named Argo, who everyone called George, for some reason. He seemed a bit weird, not too bright, couldn't have much of a conversation with him, but he made a really funny one-liner this one time saying something like "black-ass anal drilling" in a funny context when mentioning past experiences. That one really made me laugh. He also had something I witnessed once which looked like a case of epilepsy or demonic possession, where he went ahead and started attacking the clock-radio of the neighboring bunk, for what-ever reason. I appreciated that only somewhat, for the msot part. Another fella there who I still talk wtih from time-to-time, called Bert or Burt, was in for computer fraud. He withdrew a small amount of money from his Aunt's bank card from an ATM, they (his aunt and her spouse) wanted to teach him a lesson and so they filed a complaint. I assure you, this is only a minor issue, especially here, in the context of the country, where everyone gets along. Sounds similar to what happened with mr. michael andrew pero, the third, but I assure you, the context completely different, at least in perceived (and actual) dangerousness, especially in terms of situational awareness and potential damage. They wanted to get him out of there (which is allowed when the green light is gotten from the head doctors and their caretaking relatives or whomever else as management) and he completely recovered, but he got stuck in the abusive system and their legislation for THIS. I think he did like 5 years and is still in one of those non-prison facilities for the elderly, and slowly reaching his thirties. He approached me this one day when we were in max and told me he was bored, he wanted to intentionally cause some trouble. Back then we had firelighters for cigarette-smoking purposes and so I suggested he take one of those and light the blankets and beds on fire, that would have been quite a big instance of trouble-making, effective too. Didn't realize he would do it, and they took all of the lighters after that and wall-mounted a single one for these purposes after this. My apologies, humble max prisoners. This kind of stuff can be annoying, very annoying, especially in the long run, when all of these disciplinary measures keep piling up. It's a bit like "Orange is The New Black", the prison mechanics are the same especially when it comes to the interactions and pseudo-economic trade are practically equivalent and thus watching a TV-series can be very educational. On the TV-show, I noticed the prisoners lighting up a cigarette with the foil from the internals of a cigarette packet, when connected to both ends of a standard battery (AA or triple A). This could be very useful, so I figured, how can that valuable information be smuggled into max, if all the letters are read? Such contraband information would be immediately banned and not allowed to spread. Luckily, many of them have phones they can use once per week in a given time-frame and surveillance along and of these actual lines is not as much of an issue, as say perhaps, trying to tell them in letters to the folk. By the way, there was another, rather interesting incident with this very same fella...we discussed many things, like video games, the extraterrestrial scenarios and also other stuff. There was very little to read and do so many of us also read the bible and there were even those Jehovah's Witnesses magazines there, a guard there is (or was) a member. A lot of the guards i liked, each with their own personalities and wisdom to part to us in our boredom to learn from. Anyway, this one time at the canteen (the area where y'all eat), he literally froze up with his hand in the air, in the middle of the process of drinking tea, with the cup in his hand. I'm uncertain how long this exactly was, but it could have easily been an hour...They (the doctors) invited over the head doctor, chief of staff or whatever, not even from the max department, but from the entire complex...they went in there (I was present) and did the usual checks...light in the retinas, zero reaction. They said it's called a stupor "yeah, that must be it...". Everyone in there is on meds and i highly doubt anyone is hallucinating in such conditions, although there are some very rare occurrences, when certain meds can be used towards those lines...anyway, this really happened, and he was holding his teacup in his hand, mid-air, motionless with his hand off the table without even reacting to a direct light in the retinas for an hour or so...seriously.
He told me he had visions of like....washing machines flying in his periphery like that Windows XP screensaver with the logos...you know the one...There's someone who picked as his username in a video game i like, something similar to "Illuminaughty", except it's in a local dialect and involves washing machines. Hilarious and very clever in my opinion.
Another time, there were contraband searches with metal detectors, they must've been looking for lighters, I was aggressively asked to present my "tractor" (what's that? A tractor beam?), and I didn't even know what it was, it was confusing, especially considering the extraterrestrial implications. I found out later that they were looking for contraband kettles for making tea indoors, something which at least one of the prisoners had, that I actually had seen and knew about, I just didn't know what it was called, plus I didn't even have one. We had some of those in his room, but I don't think we got caught doing that. It was some sort of electronic apparatus, connected to the mains and then inserted into the water to make it boil (and it did so, rather quickly and efficiently), like the music video from No Doubt (and gwen stefani) "It's my life", where they take a bath and then an electric apparatus such as a hairdryer is introduced for suicidal purposes. Instant coffee was commonplace, and me, having realized that instant coffee can be easily made with tap water on the warmest, is where their question originated. I was tired from the medicines and thus I purchased big boxes of them with the small allocation of funds we were allowed from our disability pensions -- welfare checks. It was around 80 dollars per month and we had to buy our entire monthly cigarette allocation with that, the rest as bonus. The allowance was ten per day, so half-a-pack, a pack was around four dollars at the time. To make this severe deficiency easier on ourselves, the preferred brand became anything "100s", considering how most smokers require at least a pack a day, especially under stress. There were also stories I heard from people arriving in max, told with absolute sincerity and guaranteed to have actually happened, stuff like "their pockets not being checked upon admittance", having had marijuana there and smoking all of it upon their arrival. There were even porno DVD-s and contraband media on portable players, even though these were completely disallowed. One of the fellas had even his fingers cut off, the ring finger of his right, the fella we had many discussions about fun drug use, ecstasy in particular. I thought about the saying just recently "Give a finger, takes the hand" about the devil. How does that makes sense? Is it only a metaphor? Well, yes and no. If you take the opposable thumb, that could be the actual equivalent of making a most-effective violent de-memberment of the hand, I saw it as per the example of this particular young man. You can still do a lot with the rest of them, as long as the thumb is there. Plus, having seen all these movies about Yakuza finger-removal for betrayal and computing videos about overclocking their hardware, I figured, "Couldn't they just use liquid nitrogen, for a cleaner & safer cut, with greater pain?"). "One down, three to go!".
This video is in russian and might go well along with an article titled somewhat like:
"When terrorism would be appropriate..."
This is the russian equivalent of something that may be termed "Battle of the Psychics", the TV-show.
Therese are on a whole another level, having seen many of these I would comment they would give things like governmental intelligence remote viewing programs a run for their money with civilian effectiveness in such matters potentially exceeding military spec. Enjoy.
“Man sentenced to prison for murder lacking even so much as a dead body to show, along without the rest of the evidence. It's like crazy, manic people, except with women. They are by definition less violent and with the addition of something called menopause, this shallows the integrity of the world by their "demands for respect, decision-making and retirement funds" being far too effective, leading to poor results in all criteria due to stupidity and illness in authoritative positions. Perfect illustration.”

>> https://drive.google.com/open?id=12Grg7KFGP1CWxm238hGCRvjzdWTHF0si
>>> Availability concerns sharper than arrows, hanged by the gallows.
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>> Video description:
>> I investigated -- what if these things are all true, the psychics, the claims and even the court ruling? How is this to be solved? The alleged victim in this case is said to be alive by most, if not all, apparently she moved away to another country. The mother says she was killed -- by him. This can only be true by proxy in this case. The daughter finds a boyfriend -- she goes to live elsewhere, thus, the daughter really is dead -- but only to the mother. She's hysterical about it -- and people believe it. Smothering mothering worldwide -- taken too far. The question here is how far do these kinds of things go in the lives of you and me and everyone else on every level -- family to government. To the mother and her obese 12-year old fans: "There’s nothing bigger. You’re as big as a mountain! Now, dress like one! Gain the confidence and freedom to really eat again! When you were little, your mom got you clothes you could grow into. The same applies here. Because she -loves- love handles. If eating for you means nine trips to the buffet, if exercise means picking up the remote, if making love means eating three hot dogs, if you’ve got bigger breasts than your wife, then don’t walk- and especially don’t run- but drive... very slowly... down to Kilimanjaro. Kilimanjaro! We’ve got the clothes for you. From romper suits for wearing around the house, to outsized Hawaiian shirts and elasticized trousers for the office, there’s nothing better! There’s nothing bigger! Kilimanjaro! The clothes shop for enormous people! Celebrating no diet day! Fat liberation is here! At Kilimanjaro! Kilimanjaro! We’re fighting to end hunger- yours!"
I have to add an additional point of consideration to this -- this is the russian equivalent of pretty much a double-triple blind study, with the whole "going only by the photograph" proven to be a highly reliable, almost perfectly accurate evaluation on the part of the more experienced contestants. They ask these things so many times and tell stories which floor the others, based on pretty much nothing.

..and I thought, hmm "What would make a good TV-show these days?" or a great national military talent-search program, perhaps.
Get some hot cum-hungry bitches, maybe even professional porn actresses or something and starve them for a while and then do the same thing
Go to some big facilities and hide some horny prisoner in a room somewhere, pay them anyway for showing up, but that's not the payment they're looking for...
They wouldn't even claim to be psychic, just a little hungry and see how that would work, could subtitle it an call it "Psychic battle: Fighting over food" in russia
Random tv-experiment, reality-tv, that might actually work to an extent
"Intuitive abilities tested: How to find food" or whatever
You know, I also look at movies with the view "What's the point at which it went haywire?" i.e. when should it be cut off to make a benevolent story
And I looked at Brave New World, as you may know, and quite frankly the savage there should have easily adjusted and was more than capable. It's to do with the alcoholic, personally assigned the duties of his introduction. Question is, if they put all their emphasis on conditioning, histo-bunk, chemicals and the rest, why didn't they have him go through some of these? He was just wandering around there without any real conditioning. I couldn't help, but wince at john savage's usage of classic literature "purge his soul on juliet's lips", along lines from others such as “leave not a rack behind”, made it a worthwhile watch, in any case.
That's the way I looked at it, anyway. Plus, a balance would be great to have if likened to our own personal situation. You know, like sort of have your soma, mescal AND ampheta-pep.
I also started watching Dark Angel, the TV-show again. Turns out john savage is a real, actual person, it says so right there in the credits.
“Red Sparrow was OK I guess, Anna was a disgusting flick that I had to drop“
Having seen both, I reviewed your report. Anna looks like there's too little gore and actual torture, the movie is too realistic and ends with everyone getting along just fine, more so than expected, maybe this close-ness to reality is the explanation for this revulsion.
I'm was looking at this prison episode from season 16 Битва
экстрасенсов, epsiode whatever-something-at-the-end with the intellectual exercise of thinking in the previously established context,
The makeshift prisoner's told: "I can feel it on you, the prison energy. You've got a brunette at home, who doesn't even get it"
Ne poluchitsya, he said, "чиво не получится?", what is it exactly, she doesn’t get?
there's someone who absolutely reminds me of and probably completely looks like the guy that escaped from max, the humble mutual acquaintance of my best friend, he’s the prisoner in the episode and looks like Johnny depp in real life, just bald, shaven by choice, just like the reasonable murderer, who escaped from max.