CRASH: Thus, Y2K

probably the bank is the one who stole the money from all the casinos theyre the ones who started this mess by standing up for the indian girl who committed fraud while i was talking to her on the phone :/ as customer service. wtf bank. fuck no wonder people hate banks. every tent encampment is actually a revival of wall street back in the 90s or early 2000s remember that whole oust bankers thing they camped out on wall street ??? fucking assholes i dont doubt the bank pumped maRs the ad agency to make a gazillion ads on every cash game that is miscategorized as a casual or action game instead of casino in the app store. their skirting the categories leaves them room to make questionable casino advertisments served in ontario and thats against the agco’s rules. the bank and its marketing efforts ey. what do you think of my theory. id ask you to paypal me but its the bank that is stealing my casino wins that are sent out via etf because interac looks to be peoples trust which is visa and they collaborate on data for fraud checking. the issue im having is how the bank keeps fucking with me every time time does its little jolt ⚡️ and we go either backwards/forwards in time without succession so we do the same things over again without really noticing because it just happened or it happened the day before or we just keep going and pick up the pieces as we go along (my theory) so what happens here? i have a theory because it was clearly shown to me by example while i was homeless and witnessed this exact event as it keep coinciding with my understanding of the time. i used to be very good at keeping time and could wake every morning quite accurately at 5.6.7 whatever early time as long as i had the time the night before or i wake at the crack of dawn. the second a trace of sunlight touches my face my eye bolt open and im awake what. so in 2017 after i synched the three clocks and accidentally made halifax the same time zone on my laptop (not brackens old laptop and not the one i had been given - a macbook pro, but the one that alvaro bought to replace ny second one because he smashed mine on a bed frame and in a flash of guilt bought me anew refurbished in box macbook pro. that laptop) i did notice my timing was off because time snapped and i saw the start of it by coincidence on time and date . com as i was watching the suns rotation on it (it used to show the degrees of the angle of sunlight and earth axis in succession on time and date . com and one day i was watching it for a really long time and started seeing the pattern of numbers and then one second i saw a differnt number and slowly the pattern became jagged like and i realized time had just be len broken and fastforwarded like it jumped. i didnt think the two event were caused by each other but i think they might have been. i caught a huge rift in time AND synchronization and i think it was worldwide. it is within this space that the indian hackers are able to crack pages open because the time there is left blank- it simply doesnt exist. they (time keepers and systems) didnt add extra time to time to account for these irregularities maybe. but i did catch it and i have proof. wait. i just checked and i cant find it. i think someone stole it a while ago - ill have to keep looking but i caught the rift i paid for parking you know those parking meters some body stole my proof theyre probably reading this and are going to steal my story again but i want to tell the public. i caught the rift by paying for parking from the parking meters i saved those reciets the ones you put on your dashboard. in succession i walked along christie area past the park and paid along the entire way for parking just so id have those receipts as proof and somebody stole it from my documents. there was a growing misprint i noticed it on fast food receipts and knew it was the same thing and if not mitigated would end in disaster. thus Y2K. a mis-synch.

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I made another one but it didnt save so in frustration i just deleted the pp. will have to try again maybe the app aves it but I doubt theyll give me my work so easily if they have to dig around for it. Its free. It was a semi topographical nude turned green and cut out and pasted on an image of an artists redition of a wormhole. Actually i looked at the pics and it looks like how adaw met ave remember that story i came up with the three realms the paychedelic one, the one with more people and the one woth le people and why and how it was so trippy lol i must have been maliciously given pcp or something cos indidnt know i was crazy at the time. Oh well ce la vie as its said in a foreign language life is beautiful and it is what you make of it.

 well that escalated rather slowly and abrubtly ended, with hopes.

so i found jacob in my real life facebook and a bunch of other tent people i dont know and a few people i did know, but worst of all was my autistic cousin luigi was there and im not sure how he got in there, he might have deactivated his account when i deleted everyone or whatever but i got really scared these trolls and influencers and propagandists might have been interacting with him. holy god hooooweee. so i told him its not safe and hope he deleted that creepy andrew jack copy cat troll that is very persistent. not sure what that is but that needs some assistance and might be just what the police and those ai people need to study. all that trolls account is fake filipino names making a mockery out of people all the comments and posts are vomit inducing and i think the troll is making my cousin sick. made me sick in less than one minute. so please can you make sure youre not feeling like you are being fooled to accept a slight because thats the worst kind of abuser and might last for years to a lifetime, very damaging, some kind of swamp creature licking at you under its fake skin of a reasonable looking humanoid. 

but the trolls. so i figured out or kind of understand the structure of what it felt like. 

it felt like someone was stealing the return on my word of mouth and original thought output online. these two sources i always usually got what i expected from the spin, mostly in different interpretations and never to my advantage except for getting the ideas across enough to be widespread enough that its legal and ok now. then it became some thing felt like it was chasing me around, a landlord who stole the identity of joe and was chasing me around town by denying me a place to live by discriminating against me cos of the nature of marijuana (/?) and at the same time housing me in strictly only the worst houses that no one else rented or wanted or were closed down due to rodents or pests, while robbing me of my health records showing that landlord (steve) in particular had given me sleep paralysis and nightmares because of his behaviour inside the house on manning, and other weird stuff when i was renting, then when i was homeless the drop ins started targeting me and shelters too, but they targeted me by my first name cos i dont think joe knows my name is michelle nicole. so it was a really strange paradigm where i used michelle as a first name and people who know me on paper use michelle, but if i met one of these plebs i would introduce that my name is nicole but michelle is fine, then the people that know me as nicole alone (this is where joe lay) and people i know from a long time ago who know my name is michelle and nicole but know me as nicole alone. really confusing for me at first but now i see why people would think i was lying about something. 

so who is joe? joe is an old cannabis shop keeper and grower from bc. i fell in love with him and he broke my heart and he took it back and offered to fly me out to come visit him but i said no and i literally never saw him again and regret it to this day.. fuckin cried about it and everything and i always felt that if i had gone out to go see him i wouldve ended up never suffering as much as i did throughout my time in canada on my own. like id totally be ok to have kids with a guy like joe. he was so responsible and quick to the task and never any hesitation after assured thought. i wouldnt even think about it with regards to responsibility but for loyalty cos i guess he was trying to make me jealous and i had just arrived to canada and i couldnt handle it cos i was badly traumatized when i arrived here and hadnt gotten over those things yet so it was too much humiliation to bare and i couldnt accept his offer which he gave the summer after we broke and i left him with some watermelon looking blonde. 

i still remember the first day i walked into that kitchen. reminds me of hey rosetta! "we made a pact" . just realized i looked up where his old shop was on commercial on this dinky creep wifi so if anyone says they know where it was and you doubt them its probably cos theyre creeping on me. 

so i found this and thought it sounds like joe but im not sure. also did he sell to green room. looking forward to voicing concerns and ideas for previously criminalized actions regarding protection of property, after all cannabis is a proven medicine and a huge relief to suffering so i really do not believe these men and women should be disallowed to work in the cannabis industry just because they were defending their right to grow and sell an ethnobotanical. entheogenic plants are a huge boon to the mental health of civilians who need to reach out to nature for a grounding back to our reality of city living. we have all forgotten that people are our main resource and without connections made through open communication we cannot compare each others schema and life arc to gauge the health of our locales and connections throughout the country and further. it was very important to me to maintain honesty as my way of communicating because i was sick with physical ailments that were never addressed and forming an unhealthy relationship with being ignored as someone with physical limitations while being followed and targeted as a source of wealth by addicted thieves was really scary. i was getting violently beaten up by guys i didnt know much at all. once by a complete stranger in a car. personal boundaries and support and what i need from people and what people want to offer as support are vastly different and very private to me anyway. 

i have been getting labeled as some crazy person who has no mind of her own and is a risk and danger to i dont know what actually, a danger to ugly houses? the police and tenants by the landlords have been putting me in camh and camh had been treating me like some wild animal tying me down to the bed and masking me and leaving me in an isolation room what the fuck i still had some sinus problems that were melting off my face then i couldnt breathe and then what was that all about with the shelter staff stealing all my clothes this one couple in particular the guy worked at st stephens and the girl worked at street haven and they both combined used their access to my privacy and they stole my clothes and followed me to grizzs tent and i saw them sell bags of clothes to him. now that i think of it i think they were looking for nicole but thought i was michelle and denied that i was nicole to the person looking for me who i think now, might be joe my first long lost marijuana boyfriend that i wouldve totally had a baby with from when i was 22 or something. now im 42 and this kind of shit is happening, still. and i just wanna die and hate going outside these days. its all minus to me. i dont get anything back from the ideas i put out there i think steve and his porkwop greek gang of goofy tards from florida and around stole a calabrian mafias reputation and word of mouth to destroy what turns out to be my almost blind father named joe too, and me, what people found out about michelle cos they were looking for nicole under the table for joe the marijuana grower. ffs. it makes way more sense than anything i ever tried to figure out and also it really depresses me cos if it was actually joe and if joe was selling weed to green room then hes been here in toronto since 2013 and i wished he got back in touch with me in 2004 but i think someone was already hiding me and obfuscating the nature of their enquiries and donations and other tokens of gratitude that were meant for me because i have been vocal and explicit about my experience with regards to legalization in canada and the medical program access i really fucked up by not being believed as a woman with physical disability, serious trauma that caused ptsd, and as well i had some maladies that worsened with stigmatization regarding these problems i had with people not communicating properly to me. anyway i think this sounds like joe. i never knew his last name, or if i did, i forgot it.  The War on BC's Small Pot Farmer | The Tyee