Lousy Implants and betrayal
Don
I came up with this T-shirt for sale for 10 bucks back in 2008, to try and make any extra income I could - didn't sell a one. I had a few T-shirts, all done for giggles. With a touch of truth, always.
In this case, implants. I kept getting setup in 2004/05 with meets or getting mail, or something arranged, and there of course, was someone - one with an air rifle in the back of a truck with a camper shell, waiting for me to get out of my truck. Another from a woman's purse at a restaurant. Like that.
My sons were getting hit with them, too. We used zappers to make them inert in those days. One of my sons had one near his naval. When we put the zapper on it, it literally danced under his skin, all around. Until it finally stopped. We found that if you got one, you could hit it with a tesla coil within 48 hours it would die. These implants were actually living things, part electronic part wormy.
The worst part is getting implanted by someone you call friend or worse, someone you care about, whom is coven. Lessons learned the hardest of ways, I can tell you.
I've had my heart broken countless times like this. Mostly between 1995 and 2005.
Getting implanted feels like being hit by a wet spitwad from a straw. No pain, but a definite smack that gets your immediate attention. Then a small red swelling that lasts for 2 days looking like a mosquito bite. Then it's in. Influencing, recording, sending, receiving. terrible, terrible stuff.
Gee whiz I have soooo many fond memories of my life.
Hahahahahahaha
And it never stops. Not until you are dead. When they come at you using that spiritual fence of covenites, anyone can at any time, do you. And it's someone you trust to turn your back on.
That's when the knife goes in. Every time.
