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In the gym, there is one gangstalker much worse than the others.This person has a tactic: They position themselves to be in my field of view as my eyes wander as I'm meandering between sets. As we make eye contact, the person barges toward me an immediately nods to invoke my natural friendly reciprocity. I think this must be Helene saying, "Because he is not immediately repulsed by my presence before he even knows who I am, it means he doesn't actually hate me." However, by the feeling I get as it dawns on my who I am likely speaking to, I do hate that person. I decscribed a dream several times in which some opossum monster on a cliff stuck its tentacles up my asshole and gave me a really sickening feeling of anal rape. The feeling that develops as I interact with this person is the same sick feeling. I do hate you Helene. Your gimmick, "He doesn't have an implant in his brain to tell him my ID immediately and I am able to hide my identity with a disguise for a while," doesn't say anything about the fact that I do hate you.
I can tell from the shape of the skull that fat black woman at the desk here on the night shift, the one who said, "I think we should kill him," is Sam Hyde a/k/a probably Helene's husband. Who did Helene marry? Was is Joseph Tooker or Joseph Kuklinski? They went and had a double wedding with four people getting married simultaneously, Helene, two Tookers and Weinstein. DId they have it out of state from where they live as well? I don't recall. All of that was probably done to obfuscate who was getting married to whom.
On my way to the gym this morning, I stopped at the desk to ask them to clean my room. I'm pretty sure I got implants waiting at that desk on Sept 2. Did I get the new rape dick this morning as well? It was weird that they didn't start the rape dick when I woke up, but they started it as soon as I got to my car after passing the desk. The person at the desk is mutant alien with merchant eye who uses the name "Zoey."
