Gang Stalking – I’ve now become like a jungle cat.

This have something with gang stalking, but it’s funny.  I went to the store and bought myself one of those things that look like a donut. Women use it in their hair to make a bun. I was in no way going to wear a bun, but I knew a lot of zombie women would start wearing a  bun.  And sure enough, there are women in Las Vegas walking around wearing a bun on top of their head.  Today, when I walked into the library, a woman sat at the  computer with one of those bun things on top of her  head. I could not contain  my laughter. I began laughing out loud.  Monkey  see, monkey do. Apologies to all monkeys.

Well, anyway, enough about the bun. But I’m still laughing while typing this.

You know, I’m getting really good with my instincts. I’ve always had good instincts, but now it’s beyond good instincts.  I’ve become like a jungle cat.  I no longer have to watch out for perps, instinctly, I make a right/left turn without thinking about it.  It just happens, especially when I’m walk through the parking lot to avoid parked perps.  Now they know that I walk through the lot, so they sit in their cars waiting for me to come by so they can hop out and slam their car door. But my body knows they’re sitting in their car and will automatically make a right/left turn. This happens all the time. I make an immediate right/left and someone will invariably hop out of his/her car. I noticed this about 3 weeks ago. I kept turning when my aim was to go straight ahead. My body knew better and made a right/left turn. So I no longer worry about some perp hiding behind a sign, tree, car, corner, my body warns me.

If you’ve ever watched one of those films about animals in the jungle, they show a tiger, lion, buffalo, or some other animal, suddenly come to a stop, or make a sudden right/left turn, that’s the way my body reacts now. My body knows that I’m in a jungle surrounded by perpetrators  and warns me of danger ahead. My body has become more “animalistic”. I can now walk for a longer stretch of time, go longer distances without getting tired.  I’ve become like a Geiger counter and know what’s ahead before I know what’s happening. It’s a good thing. I now know if there’s danger somewhere, I will definitely know ahead of time.  It’s made my life a lot easier. All the walking that I do has paid off.

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7 thoughts on “Gang Stalking – I’ve now become like a jungle cat.

  1. That’s cool… And I love the bun thing! Maybe you should play some more tricks on them. Gave me a good laugh too. Thanks! I wonder if you could get them to waste money and time on things like fake fingernails and eyelashes and stuff. You could have them looking like the tarty bitches they really are! LOL

    • I’m always doing things like this. I sometimes look at some really ugly clothing and make believe I’m buying it, and don’t. And the next time, I see the idiots walking around with what I didn’t buy. They’re now going around looking like Aunt Jemimas. Remember the box with Aunt Jemima on it and she wore a scarf tied around her head. Well, at night time, I put my hair in a scarf and wear it to bed and put a hat over it, so my head doesn’t get hit too much. The camera that’s in my apartment probably showed me wearing the scarf, so now they’re all walking around looking like Aunt Jemimas. No insult to Aunt Jemima. I think I’ll try the fake nails and see what happens. They’re worse than “tarty bitches”.

      • That’s hilarious! I wish you could keep a camera so you could take pics of the idiots and upload them. Oh well, I guess I can still use my imagination. What idiots! And they have no idea how stupid they are. Maybe you could paint those fake nails florescent green or something and then not wear them when you leave, of course, and count how many bitches you see with their nails like that.

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