I am a russian zombi.
They made me a russian zombi.
'They' mean 'russian KGB'.
I mean russian KGB made me a zombi.
They move me.
They make me feel their way.
They make my eyes to look a direction they want.
They stop my memory for a time period they need.
They do it at a distance.
I guess from Moscow.
With their electro-magnetic waves or nanotechnology or both of them.
They reach me everywhere.
I live near Moscow several kilometers.
I traveled thousand kilometers from Moscow.
In train, in my car.
In forests, in empty fields.
I traveled to Turkish resorts.
My head jerked. My feels were distorted.
Their goal is to test their system for a remote control of a man.
***** More details: ********************
They move me.
My head.
My legs.
My hands.
My fingers.
They turn me in my bed
from my laying on my breast to my laying on my back.
Even if I try to resist it with my elbows and knees.
They turn my head where they want.
In order I to look where they want.
They make my head to jerk.
Every hour.
Every day.
7 days a week.
365 days a year.
For around 7 years already.
Muscles on my neck are shrunk by them during three seconds or so, then the muscles get released during next seven seconds or so.
Then all again.
Jerks get less frequent when there are some people around me
who are not aware of this KGB activity.
Fortunately my wife is not aware.
So usually I get some relief in the evening.
But at my work all of my colleges are aware.
So 9 (nine) hours KGB can test their system on me to full extent.
They make my eyes look a direction they want.
I am looking at a thing I want to take and I don't see it.
Then I ask a shop person to find it and she gets me to the thing that is just before me.
They stop my memory for a time period they need
(ranges from half a second to a minute to a day and more).
It means I cannot recall a word or a picture for this period of time.
I want to recall it, I know that I know this word.
But I cannot.
For a day.
They made me a russian zombi.
'They' mean 'russian KGB'.
I mean russian KGB made me a zombi.
They move me.
They make me feel their way.
They make my eyes to look a direction they want.
They stop my memory for a time period they need.
They do it at a distance.
I guess from Moscow.
With their electro-magnetic waves or nanotechnology or both of them.
They reach me everywhere.
I live near Moscow several kilometers.
I traveled thousand kilometers from Moscow.
In train, in my car.
In forests, in empty fields.
I traveled to Turkish resorts.
My head jerked. My feels were distorted.
Their goal is to test their system for a remote control of a man.
***** More details: ********************
They move me.
My head.
My legs.
My hands.
My fingers.
They turn me in my bed
from my laying on my breast to my laying on my back.
Even if I try to resist it with my elbows and knees.
They turn my head where they want.
In order I to look where they want.
They make my head to jerk.
Every hour.
Every day.
7 days a week.
365 days a year.
For around 7 years already.
Muscles on my neck are shrunk by them during three seconds or so, then the muscles get released during next seven seconds or so.
Then all again.
Jerks get less frequent when there are some people around me
who are not aware of this KGB activity.
Fortunately my wife is not aware.
So usually I get some relief in the evening.
But at my work all of my colleges are aware.
So 9 (nine) hours KGB can test their system on me to full extent.
They make my eyes look a direction they want.
I am looking at a thing I want to take and I don't see it.
Then I ask a shop person to find it and she gets me to the thing that is just before me.
They stop my memory for a time period they need
(ranges from half a second to a minute to a day and more).
It means I cannot recall a word or a picture for this period of time.
I want to recall it, I know that I know this word.
But I cannot.
For a day.
posted by Russian Zombi at 1:10 AM
2 Comments:
WOW - YOU ARE A FUCKING IDIOT!! You blog for human rights? Looks more like you blog for stupidity to me . . . Good luck shit for brains!
you make all Russians look bad. You are paranoid and very immature. I can't believe that you are a respectable person. Your wife and small child must be ashamed of you.
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