Kat Hak Sung
RE: Mind control and sleep wave
Thu Jun 19 21:55:29 2003
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RE: Mind control and sleep wave

I sometimes hide in my trailer filled with porcelain. It will stay fills unless they let me in at Galt to sell figurines again. Porcelain blocks the tronic particals that beam from police goggles. Porcelain sells better at not at Galt tan at Galt than at Galt, but when you are at other flea market have more of corrupt police and their microwave and goggles and water turn off. I do not have an apartment at Galt.
From November 1990 to May 1990, I live with head in porcelain toilet to protect my brain from tronic beams and bombardment by microwave particles. Mrs. Chen never thought to think. On three times that year, they shut off my water. I see one white man and two white men near my door, men with tools like plumber. I think they are shutting off my water to make me get rid of porcelain toilet. In prison all toilets are made of tin and no protection from police gaurds and EM sleep waves and tronic goggles from FBI.
The sudden lit of tail lamp was so bright red, like in my hands' reach. I made an emergency braking. The cargo in my van rushed forward with inertia, bang hit the front window glass . I could hear the crack sound of porcelain. Breaking porcelain makes them happy. Luckily I didn't hit the trailer. It was only inches away. My body was wet all over by sweat. Strange for me, such a big scare didn't drove sleepy away EM waves. I fell into drowse again and slept driving thruugh nevada until there was another emergency brake to wake me.
I found the truck driving at only 30 miles per hour. Sometime later, when I opened my lid, I found the truck sped away on a busy highway where he could not drive at 30 miles any more. It was in 1992. One Tuesday morning on my way to galt from berryessa. On highway 205, a strong sleep desire fell on me. It was a straight highway where tronic beams can shoot straight down road for many miles, so I tried to drive with eyes closed a little while because I do my best night driving when I sleep. With eye closed, you do not see undercover police agents standing in road ditch. But once eye closed, it's hard to open my lids again like there is duct ape on my eye. I had to fight against drowsiness with extraordinary effort. Then I turned on to highway 120. It was a narrow road with only one lane each way. In dim, I suddenly found there was a dark shadow before me. it was a big truck with a trailer leapt into the road. In the front was white police man with silver goggles with red lights, and trailer said plumping company. It stopped on road and started to move when I approached.
I came to America to realize my dream. But America is not like movie "coming to america" with Eddie Murphie, where poor immagrant can get off boat and work hard and become a prince. Now I think of moving to work logging oil in the Amasonas near Manuas full of piranas. America is more like "Silkwood starring Sharon Stone. There is no "due process" or nonextortion with police goggle know you.