Hello. Welcome to the dusty site, “Syntaxsinner”. Things have been going on here that are not miraculous but from the El. You may say “A” or “Om” or “Omega” like
a worldview that is gaga. And get up from your rest or meditation.
MJ was on to something when he said, “This Is It” boys and girls… because I believe in aliens and that Michael Jackson is not dead. Media showed images. You do not see what I think. I have a burden. I am not a god. Or the god of all. I am a man and I believe physics-speak leads to meta-physics and that people spend too much time working at play… and playing at work.
Do you get that? Like a secretary who literally gives you the middle finger and you see your dumbfounded expression of “how do you not think I won’t crush you?”.
Well Rim Rom is about crushing techniques. The battlefield is a Freudian slip of the tongue saying:
“The Weak Shall Inherit The
The giant farce is that all peoples “should” be better, give troops like we still do to causes that are blue & red. Not black and white.
I, Andrew Harrison, do solemnly affirm as an American Citizen that I spent
3 years gathering information on a man on Facebook… who
is verifiably a resident of Khyber District. I want to sell the information I gathered.
My brother in the tribe there took me in as they were shell shocked. He has the same damn rare disease as me. Also verified by the HAEI organization presence.
I sent to his kids to see, make-shift videos of comedy. Some portraying mean old Taliban. My health, however is so bad, and Shakeel is much younger than me. He is 30. What I mean is I “went ghost”.
Its a new experience for me to:
(All these together)
Be ill 24 hrs/ day
Get tumors in my feet
Stop painting work and be
on SSDI… game over?
Looking for a way to “be” while meagerly compensated
by the gov’t SSDI program I
told Senator Merkley on e mail “I want to be all I can be.”
After a while, I noticed on my Facebook hereditary angioedema page, a man shunned who was wearing Muslim garb. Showing relevent pictures of recuperation. He was dismissed. I was outraged.
I befriended him. Maybe they had reasons to block Shakeel. My wife was upset with my obsession with Shakeel- that it would affect my health and it did. I found handy facts though. He takes the same red syrup for pain as I do. I do in pill form. You see, both he and I have HAE & PTSD.
You may say, “Oh you gotta get these guys together.” No you don’t. We are of an
E.T. heart connection. Amazing talent we both had to do this.
Tonight, for about the first time in a year, I am going to say hello. We are both alive.
But the factor of Rimrom
is so strong, I don’t know how he will react. We have a connection. But I cannot SEE him and INTERFACE.
Rim Rom is a world where there is no yes and no, right or wrong, black or white. On Rimrom people go. The quality of things and “chiva-tude” (chivalry attitude) is grasped, had and known. Weighed. Measured.
Story of Registered Nurse HAEI Shakeel Afridi is for sale!
It is not my “intellectual property”, folks. Its in my brain. I am obviously good at writing what I know or else I would not have been nominated for #1 with WordPress 2013 so its funny to talk like that. I feel like a brat. “My helicopter is going to blow your outdoor wedding cake away… why did you invite me?” Why are you still reading?
Money tricks. I bend them. Not turn them. I respect myself.
Now, I take a risk by contacting someone in a muslim war zone with American presence. Its not illegal. In this process on internet I have seen people killed. My friend and brother cried out.
Now I must tell him an excuse of why I have not cooresponded. I want to be easy on him. The lion sleeps tonight. Oh God or Allah, I hope for Shakeel the lion sleep. And the littlest… mustafa.
Its hard. As Americans we have grown socially AWOL. Befriending weirdos and wonders. American humanity- what are we NOW America? Its like we all have an attitude like Don King’s hair. Blown BACK. Taken aback by 9/11 and stuck.
My war clock reads 9:12.
We are post-quasi-apocalpse. In America. We are all just a little aware. I think in my imagination I have popped thru a “side” called “other”. Not to be mystifying like a fruitcake… but why not.
Why can’t things get a little massively weird again?
Like lithium in 7up, everywhere… killing everyone.
Is it wrong?
Now that’s what I am trying to sell. Alternate Reality? No. Alternate Morality? No! Alternate Alternatives. Wup! Oh no you did not! Its AA. Not anonymous swiggers but shooters.
And the shooters are in me.
Sounds like I’m drunk? Nope.
I pour ideas out of my knows.
How much is an idea worth?
Nothing… & Everything
This was all I could think of
today to write, promote good things, maybe prosper financially eventually. However, money is not the product it buys or the effort or the paper its on. Its a legalized bribe.
Money is a legalized bribe.
I use it.
I also have used $3,000,000 in drugs where over 1,000 people are employed to make sure we all get it good for free. I use Cinryze. Most expensive drug in the world. Every two days. 10cc. Puts me tired.
They herk out two bodies worth of blood. You could say its like two people have to die per day for me to live 48 hrs. But since so many do DONATE, I am okay.
I am on pain meds.
Its the worst holistic hell.
Please pardon my grammer.
And my tendancy to rhyme like a hammer. That’s the F1 effect of dtm. So, okay.
I am off to get an innocent glass of water and kill it and then go to bed.
I am not fully happy with my life. But I am holding on to my purpose. I sometimes squeeze my right hand. People cannot tell. I can. I signal myself about “rightness” and its personal. My life is very hard now. If you are reading, thank you, bless you.
Namaste. And my anew… aple.
(Apple with one ‘p’ means BETTER than I love you if you say it, dude. It means, “apple of my eye”, pupil, vulnerable… put bluntly, it means, “with u” not “fuk u”)