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Hello Foggy Mind.

So : You have searched the web for a cure, and accidentally found this Page.

The Goggle Traps.
I’m fucked. My heads fucked up, I’m thick.
Vascular Dementia.
Dementia. – Words, to draw them in.
Well, here goes, there ain’t no cure for Alzheimer’s, but that doesn’t mean you can’t beat it.
– And change.

In 2007 : I was suffering from the fog, and the thick plasticine head that went with it. I couldn’t focus on what I was doing. Telling you what I did the following day, well it was out of the question.

– As for asking me what I was doing one hour ago? – Forget it.

  • I : – no doubt like you, was hiding it: — are you hiding it?
  • I didn’t want to admit I had a problem.
  • And I was damned if I was going to go to the Doctor with my Symptoms.

I knew it was bad, and knew it would get worse, but I wasn’t prepared to accept that : So I dug! – I looked, like you are doing now. Unfortunately, I came to the conclusion, that I was screwed.

– And the depressing truth is, there is no cure.

I knew that I was doomed to become a vegetable, dribbling down my chin in a nursing home. Shitting in a nappy, and then being slapped around the head for being. ‘A Bad Girl!’ : By an arse-hole nursing assistant. Who didn’t care what I was, nor what I had been in my life.

There must be more to it than this:

– And there is, but read on to get your feet wet in — ‘the facts of life first’.

One depressing fact did come through in my research though.

And it’s this:-

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Outside Intervention Registered.

Forced animal-(hybrid)-machine mode deployed, (open-me subroutine activated).
– Matrix code and biological permissions successfully merged in the prescribed scheduled time-frame, .. predictive actions running at 100%.

Attention STUPID Human!

A sign saying ‘Open Me!‘ – Isn’t a command.
Confidential Monetary Report Follows.
Conclusion Begins:
– The captured consumer has actually *bought* their own personal prison cell key,
(Then happily locked the door behind them).
– And did it when *you* signed up for *your* own beloved credit card,
(But are now paying off your blue dues in prison with a mountain of debt covering the door).

Resolution: the [ Consumption Bots ] have the human-monkey-race trapped.

– Give a google amount of monkeys some typewriters, ..
And one of the gibbering little freaks might well reproduce one of Shakespeare’s minor works in an eternity, (or two).
– Give a google amount of walking animals some credit cards, ..
And one of God’s gibbering human monkeys *might* well resist the urge to use it after a few seconds of shallow contemplation.

[ What’s written above is a pause in your life: don’t waste it, ( spend it wisely ) .. ]


Close this shit

Ain’t that so cute? – An innocent looking form on a web page; asking you to register to go on their exclusive mailing list: never seen that before? – { Huff! }

Anyhow: if you do sign up, then this is ( My Promise! )

(Just a cleverly constructed list of timely compiled acquisitions.)

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.