The Life of a Demoniac

Oops, I did it again; I opened certain kinds of doors, which people and things with evil agendas and insatiable lusts for blood have made prodigious use of in the past—albeit unwillingly, even though expectedly, I do confess: Believe it or not, going forward, I own the problem you see in those images, which were made by Haarp Ti, the woman mentioned in  Demon people fail at attempt to use powers on their own , and which describes specifically how I own the problem (and how I own a couple of other things, too). Here's what's going on in her post to Google+ : When demons attack during periods of high demonic activity, she takes photos of them, but that with far less success than me. That's due to the complexity involved in acquiring a decent photo of a demon—you have to be around a lot of them, and at the very core of their activity to get the once-in-a-lifetime, one-and-only shots that I do (that is, if you're not a friend to them, I should point out). On top of...

I call the posts to this blog my notes, which I thought at the time I called them that might absolve me from all criticism from incompleteness, error, relevance, etc. I felt like that was the best thing to do, given my situation. They're my notes, which are there for other people to read, but are not written for other people. If I were blogging about my yacht or fashion , I would have held myself to the regular blogger standard; but, I'm under attack, and I'm injured, so lowering expectations seemed prudent. The problem is that when I post something while I'm working on it, the already-low standard gets attributed to plain ol' sloppiness. Or, worse: craziness. From just notes, to scribbles and doodles, too. That's the risk I ran with these two recents posts, which are far from finished, but I think warranted early publication: Automating mapping of demons hidden in digital media Enhancing demon faces made anywhere, at anytime, from anything This post is...

On Monday of last week, I saw my stalker's face for the first time in federal court, and learned his name for the first time, too. It's Timothy Lucey, and this is what the back of his head looks like: District Court Judge Paul S. Grewal discusses bail hearing calendaring with the attorney assigned to Defendant Timothy Lucey, the serial stalker arrested by the FBI the Friday before the hearing He's wearing the same clothes I've worn any number of times since the (overt) attack by demons and their people, the very same clothes I wore four out of the past six years, and the clothes they continue to vow I will wear again in the near future—that is to say, jail clothes [ see Voices Demons' weigh options to deprive me of freedom ]. NOTE | To that end, they are inducing sleepless nights and perilous days via the kind of attacks well-described and shown throughout this blog; but, not only am I'm holding up [ see BIBLE | Fighting the Good Fight: How a demoniac...