Survivor,

The Anomaly

The Instance

Narrative

What You Feel is Real

Intermission,

“Then Why Does This Exist??”

If There, Then Anywhere 🤍

New York, New York. I was 25 when I came to this city. The city where they say—

“If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere”.

I was so nervous moving here, but I was also excited. Life felt so small where I was at the time, and everything in me wanted to be grand. I took that saying to heart, you know. I told myself, “I’ll make it there— I’ll make it there, and it’ll be an adventure”.

And though the circumstances could be better, it looks like the whole city knows me.

I have and shared harsh words for the people of the city and what they’ve allowed themselves to shamefully become, but the streets, and the buildings, and the pathways, and the lights, and the avenues, and the shops, and the platforms, and the trains are still that same girl I met when I was 25–

My Love.

I’d utter those words almost spontaneously a few months ago now, after I fled Maryland and the threat of being harmed by my parents.

I’d take a bus to another city, in hopes to stay safe and also resolve a 2 year mystery. When we arrived at the destination, I stepped off the bus and onto a familiar avenue. I felt tears in my eyes.

My love…

In late 2022, or early 2023, I’d declare something like the following in a post on a secret account I’ll speak of more soon—

“This is my city! I earned my right to be here! I won’t have New York taken from me!”

If you know narcissistic personalities, this type of statement will fill them with a delight. Because they’ll know exactly how to harm you.

That’s what narcissistic intention is. It’s a desire to steal the love of others. It is an ugly and disgusting thing.

That commenter Amenostuart is a little punk but he’s a decent reference point. And petridish specimen. He represents a mass number of people who’s minds are programmed. One’s I’m planning to “wake up”.

What do I mean? Literally no one thinks a white woman could r*ape a black man.

…especially when there’s so much fake shit around us now. It’s disgusting.

Hmm! For those of you who have been keeping up with my story, I’m sure you’re noticing how things are…escalating. I’m also speaking on how my family is seeming connected to the woman who r*apes me. And then I said it seems to go farther back or maybe I should say “higher up” than even that…and I know many of you MUST be like—

“how is any of this possible? what he’s saying seems unreal. maybe they’re right and he is crazy…”

And…yeah. Trust me, it feels that way for me as well! Dude, I’ve been experiencing a series of events that seems UNREAL. And while I doubt myself sometimes, I know my own mind. NO ONE can tell me what I’ve seen, perceived, and experienced is not real. And NO ONE will. No one has access to my mind, it’s contents, it’s movement, and it’s actual state, but me. And no one has access to yours, as much as “experts” try to tell you they do. And you’re gonna find that these “experts” are very insistent.

(Sorta like the woman who wouldn’t respect my consent)

How would you feel about a stranger, even one with a degree, being very incessant and pushy about getting into your house? Suspicious right? Exactly. Your mind is your house. And it’s one of the few “homes” you’ll have in life that’s truly yours.

Actually, let’s ask “the experts” now!

Calling all the overly pushy ass therapists, psychologists, psychiatrists, and wack ass nurse practitioners—

Hey assholes!

If your 2-4 year degree made you so skilled that you’re able to parse and understand the likely endless ways & combinations in which our amazing minds, that science can still barely grasp, can develop, manifest, and exist…tell me what’s in MY MIND right now. GO!!—

I swear to God…they’re spreading like roaches across the country! Don’t let these people tell you what’s in your mind. Don’t let them tell you what’s real and what’s not. They aren’t God. Also, we have a word now to describe when people tell you that your reality isn’t real—

Gaslighting.

DO NOT allow people to gaslight you about what you experience.

I want you all to remember that too.

I especially want this crowd to hear this message—

Because I’ll be speaking specifically to the younger generation soon. I have a gift for all of you. Something you’ll need in your future. And I actually didn’t even realize it was for you until today. But you’re the right ones. Because the adults around you? They are broken. So they are incapable of doing the right things. So it MUST be all of you. I’m putting my hope in you all.

See my one animation in that last post about the crazy older guy talking to those kids about adventure?…guess that’s us right now 🤣

So for the readers 13 - 25 years of age maybe—

You'll want this gift. Because it gives you access to anything you’ll ever want in the world. It will give you assurity. It will give you clarity. It’ll provide you security. It’ll give you direction. It’ll be a companion. And it can even give and provide you a very elusive thing— real happiness.

And for me, at least, it brought me back to life in a moment I had died. For those of you that watch anime…I’m offering you the One Piece. Soon.

I know I’m posting some ‘crazy sounding’ stuff and making big claims. Honestly, I can even doubt myself sometimes but I always remember to ground myself…because unless we’re disordered or delusional—

“What we feel is real.”

My gift comes in many parts. That’s the first one for you 🤍 We’ve built a society that ignores this central truth. This is why the ‘ists and the ‘isms exist. Because certain group’s real life experiences are seen as trivial or something to be ignored.

Especially the feelings of the younger generation, some of the most valuable voices we should be listening to.

This is actually going to be a central theme in my letters. Because this theme of “respecting feel” leads to somewhere unimaginable. We’re gonna build a better society…for “The Everyone”. And we don’t gotta knock down the old one! To use a programming term, we’re going to “refactor” The Western World.

Come with me, we’re going on a freaking adventure 🤍

And, sigh…I’m sure some of you still doubt what I’m saying, and likely doubt the weird things occurring to me…and I just wanna tell you—

nigga!!

WTF am I married to my fucking dad on each records website out there??? Uhhh…THAT’S definitely fucking real. AND WEIRD!! Like…umm….what??? My fucking dad??? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Hold on…lemme get that little comments loser in here.

Uh…Stuart? *blinks* How ya gonna explain away this buddy?

[I’d like to see it gif]

No no, take your time Stuart. You don’t gotta rush. We’ll give you some time to think of a good one. We got some days.

Ok crew..orrr…‘steppers’… let’s leave Stuart to come up with something lame that he thinks is the cleverest thing ever (lol, ‘Stuart’). Let’s move on to this point…

Dude…a marriage which is recognizable on record requires a license, and signing contracts, and having witnesses, and people with the power to officiate things…so…BRUH!!!…this can’t just be “a weird error” cause these sites are checking off records that have to be governmental!

So…like…uh…WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON??

Right???

…like..NO…people can pull all the “you seem unwell 🥺” crap all they want but I’m here to tell them to shut the FUCK up and EXPLAIN THAT SHIT FIRST!!!

Exactly. Weird shit. This has been two years of my life, non-stop, and continually building. That shit’s crazy— not Joe Laquinte.

I know myself.

I know myself. I know my reality. And that’s part of the reason why people have been hating on me. Because when you know yourself?

Then, they can’t use you. That’s the magic ✨

And it’ll drive them CRAZY.

Are you starting to see it now? They’ll go so crazy they’ll tell a whole city to harass you and hate on you in an effort to break you down. This is why you’re being told to hate on me. They are USING you. Answer this…what’s more crazy? The hundreds or maybe even THOUSANDS of people targeting a singular Black man darting from safe location to safe location to avoid being stalked, or the singular Black man? Exactly. You’re being manipulated. Led, like a fucking dog.

“Woof.”

Don’t let them make you their dog. I haven’t. That’s why they told you to wag all your little tails and chase me.

“Woof.”

Me? I DO NOT let them disrespect me like that. Nu-uh! And you don’t let them disrespect you either. When they do it to you, recognize it as soon as you can that it is a grave insult…once you recognize that, you then deal with them appropriately…like I’m about to…

I gotta step to an old “friend” from college who was insulting me by making it look like what I feel isn’t real…

To the younger gen, watch. Because I can promise they’ll come for you if they haven’t already.

The adults and people around you are trying to control you by denying what you’ve been feeling, and dictating what’s in your mind by calling you “disordered”.

Especially the members of that generation that “diverge” cognitively. That’s such a funny term actually…

“Neurodivergent”…

What is divergence? Because most everything exists as a point on a spectrum…things don’t exist at the “poles” so often…like a magnet…or…the effing planet! Hahaha! How many people you know from the North or South Pole?? The normal state of things is likely naturally divergence…

Convergence is the outlier. And…sometimes a signal to a beginning OR an end…like a BIG FUCKING BANG.

The universe is divergence. Just look up at a starry night’s sky…

Time to teleport to the next post…oh yeah, I learned that recently! Sorta…

Also, they are setting you up and speaking about you in secret groups…on Facebook. Someone’s got that data. I wonder who 👀

Alright…time to see to my….friend.

OH…

And Tasha, my “friend” from college…you look stupid. To everyone.

That’s your fault. And your “caretakers”…they told you to walk into the ring with The Anomaly. So, they likely knew I’d see ‘to you’ and ‘through you’ and ‘all around’…because we…”were” friends. Now, our relationship has changed in light of me realizing your shame.

Now you are data to me.

Did you watch my episode, “Abuse is— Data”…

You have made yourself something to be consumed. And you’ve shamed yourself. I want you to know this about your caretakers…they like when people “screw themselves”. You know this. Now don’t feel threatened or anything by the next statement. I’ll explain what this means in a few posts. Remember, a mark can be a good OR a bad thing. OR…it could just be a “call to attention” saying…

“Look at her. Look at what she’s done…”

What?? Could be something good! Let’s see what you get. Don’t screw yourself.

You’re the first I get to try this out on. My Mark. A new “power” you could call it. While I won’t be writing you in my “The Joe Laquinte Letters”, consider this next act a message, or a letter. Hmm…my letter is not scarlet though…it is…ALL. The absorption of ALL THINGS.

Oh, and before you try and then embarrassingly fail at calling me crazy again…make sure I’m not just speaking on a field of science you’re unfamiliar with. Don’t make yourself stupid. Because I am an award winning scientist and engineer. “How’s your color theory?” Heh!

Let’s get started…and I have one little before we go—

And now you’re caught in the gravitational pull. Oh…and also the implications of you saying this is chilling.

And also—

Who the fuck is she??? And why did she have me featured in her YouTube video??? And these assholes around me are like

“Are you ok Joe?? 🥺”

Maaaannnn Ron….GTFOH you fake ass Black man. You showed how fake you were when you told another Black man to “go to the police”. LOLOLOL. You dumb as hell.

ExCuSe Me FeLlOw BlAcK cOmPaTrIoT. iT sEeMs LiKe YoU’Re A hUmDiNgEr Of A sItUaTiOn. HaVe YoU cOnSiDeReD gOiNg To ThE cOnStAbLe?

To whoever his “caretaker” is…dock his fucking pay. Not the whole thing, just a paycheck. Also this man has hated me since high school for dancing with this girl he barely knew atr a freaking anime convention. If it couldn’t get nerdier.

The 2000 film “Unbreakable” with Bruce Willis presents an interesting premise—

“If you were special, or gifted, would you actually catch that? Would you ever even know it?”

As I go deeper into unraveling my abuse, assault, and attempted murder case te things which I experience only seem increasingly bizarre. I know for certain now that there is a force working to harm me, there’s a force working to help me, and I’ve experienced moments which I would call “miraculous.“

The Joe Laquinte Letters

Part VI

A New Love Rises in

The West World

To the people calling me crazy…perhaps they are just jealous. And ignorant. Because I’ve come to realize what exactly I am. I have a message to the world…with a nuanced focus on the youth.

Ages 13 - 25 perhaps

And especially the marginalized youth.

…AND especially those white (oop! didn’t expect that one huh?). I’ve been thinking of my Chet’s and Cody’s too.

Know yourself. And never let them call you crazy for knowing yourself. They will try. Do not allow them.

What is the cost for knowing yourself in the Mad World?

They’ll have you ‘evaluated’, and you’ll be given a ‘label’ or as they call it now ‘a diagnosis’. Something for you to carry through life…like a tattooed ID number from a Nazi concentration camp.

They’ll mark you. Like property.

Then they’ll try to stuff pills your mouth…the pills will make you slow, compliant, and sleepy, and skinny, and fat, and sad, and lost, as you become distant from that thing you once knew…yourself.

This is called something. Erasure. They will erase you from yourself. They have tried to do it to me. They fooled in participating.

Why do the pills make you lose yourself ? The answer is a little…horrific. Are you ready for it?

Because they shrink your brain.

I want the younger generation to know, that is what the adult of The Mad World are doing to you. Without your consent, and no knowledge of their intent. Even though this is non-sexual, it is also a type of a rape.

They are raping you. All of you. The boys and the girls. This is nothing new. They find new ways, not always sexual, through the generations. This is where people often get lost…because we couple rape and sex. But this is actually not accurate to what rape really is. Rape is this—

A twisted thrill and addictive pleasure a human gets from the control, manipulation, and subjugation of the being and will of another human. This is a “devouring“ of sorts. Because a rapist wants to consume all of you in an intangible way. This is why rape is such a horrible crime. Because it equates to this, in terms of the parts of your humanity which are intangible—

Cannibalism.

It’s a cannibalism of the spirit, the mind, the soul, and all that we could call “cognitive”.

They are eating you.

And what is your mind to you? Yes, they are raping you of everything while they do actions that quickly bring on the end of the world.

If you do not want the pills, they’ll call you broken and you might get an even worse diagnosis…or even more powerful pills.

A Quick Thank You to Those That Saved My Life Just Recently 🤍

If you’re a technologist, you often start at 0. Many important things come in 3’s. And sometimes you even need a 4th to complete things. Things can be very sweet when there’s just 2 of them. But if you can, you do it in 1.

Hmm. There’s that symbol again…on the last slide, in the wax— did you see it? And who is thenullsteppa? Hmm!

I’m sending out some letters today. Most of them are already half written, and certain letters I’ve been preparing for some Time. I’ve even contacted some of you to let you know you have a letter coming. I also have some addressed to the folks viewing my page. I thought of you all too.

Joe, The Nobody

Some of the people I’m writing to will be out of my reach and scope to contact. You see, I’m just a nobody who’s done a couple ‘somebody’ things.

But I think there’s lots of you viewing these right? Please help circulate these letters out to those people who may be outside my scope. I’ll let you know who.

A Common Human Logic Error

These letters will change the world. People often smirk in condescension when hearing that previous statement, waving away the person who made it as they turn their backs to them.

Why?

How many times do you actually hear someone make this statement? Barely ever, I assume. While rude, ignoring that person would be more explainable if that statement was something you heard every other day.

But, you don’t.

This statement should cause excitement, andor curiosity, andor wonder, andor apprehension. It should turn heads.

This statement shouldn’t cause apathy, condescension, disbelief, or mockery. So why do so many react in those ways, even subconsciously for a split second?

And know this, you should NEVER turn your back on the one who says they will change this world.

Doing that is simply a fool’s mistake.

Imagine having the chance to be employee #5 or something, but you turned your back on the scraggly LSD hippie working out of a parking garage day and night.

And you just know there’s people out there who turned their back and they still feel salty about losing that opportunity. And the worst of those people are petty, and hate that man for their own ignorance.

Don’t be those people. So, lock in.

Also, I mean no disrespect or harm to Steve or the people who love him by the name “scraggly LSD hippie”. I actually say that to honor a journey he took which opened his eyes and made him THEE Steve Jobs.

that they turned away Steve.

missing THAT event, just because you had a silly doubt?— the life long FOMO you’d suffer would be indescribable. So, lock in.

Funny Little Humans

Without that journey, Apple would not be Apple, and maybe wouldn’t be at all. That iPhone in your hand you’re reading this on? *Poof!* That Android in your hand that was inspired by that iPhone? *Poof!*

An entirely different world. Steve’s experience with drugs opened his eyes to something greater. This is not a statement of “opinions”. This is a statement of fact.

It’s weird. All they need is to say “drugs” and so many of you turn into little spinning yappy dogs. Bark! bark! bark! All bark, no sense. Funny little humans.

You’ll hear that word and you become robots. Foot soldiers, even. And then they’ll have you sell out and attack your own blood. Just like they did to my cousin, Daves.

To my family: Sometimes wisdom comes from the youngest. So soon, “junior” will be speaking. For those of you who know me, that’s what my whole family calls me. Eternally ‘junior’— always at mercy to your “seniors”. Enough.

Heh, “drugs”. They’ll throw a single word in your face and that one singular word will cause your friends to turn backs on you and make your family abandon you so that you die in the street, at the foot of your father’s once successful business. And then people pat themselves on the back and say “I helped!” or “Nothing could be done”. Disgusting. And psychotic.

I’ve dedicated a letter to my cousin Daves. The letter will tell his real narrative. Because he is with me, also. Along with many. My family will hear from a familiar voice soon.

To Continue…

I realize some of you must have sent money last time. Thank you. Thank you, Thank you. You literally saved my life the other night. I was in a situation where harm was coming for me. I swiped my card somewhere to get access to safety.

I knew I didn’t have enough…but then the payment approved! I was in shock. I was able to get to a safe place. Thank you so much. I was breathing heavy like crazy cause it was so close.

Also I should mention why my money situation is so effed up. I was doing great in my career and then I get targeted and unfairly fired from my job in Oct 2022 by a corrupt and abusive manager that might also have ties to everything else that happens to me.

Sounds crazy or unbelievable? Wait and I’ll show you soon how its not. I actually will prove how it’s not in an unfortunately named allegory that I’ve made for the world.

Also! This manager was dumb and sloppy as hell and I caught his ass in so many shady actions. So I already got his ass in 4K EXTRA CLEAR.

A lot of people haven’t taken me or this situation seriously. When I say harm is coming they don’t hear me. Even my own family at times.

If possible, could people send more? I need to secure my current situation to get these world changing letters out. They take a bit of time.

I need a good $800 - $1500 to stay safe. Thank you! 🙏

you’ll sell out your own

The Man for Others

I went to a Catholic all boy’s high school in Washington DC called Gonzaga. This high school had an ethos.

“Men for Others”

I was impacted by that ethos as a teenager and it changed the way I moved through life. Though not always perfect at it, I’ve tried my best to be a man for others. Through my efforts, I learn what that ethos truly means and that ethos’ natural end.

In one letter I’m releasing, I write to the future graduates of my high school explaining to them the true meaning of our school’s ethos as well as something I don’t think we were taught—

The stakes. The stakes of walking this path.

I will also write a letter about one of the times I failed at being a man for others.

A Good Disruption, or ‘Good Vibes’

Oh! And these letters will be changing the world for the better.

It’s important to mention that. As we’ve learned from the dot com boom, the viral spread of social media, and the rise of the mobile era, it’s important to qualify exactly how you’ll change or disrupt the world.

A lot is coming up. So stick around. I’ll be sending them out personally to people and posting them here. They’ll very much be like my letter [To Katherine ✉️] I posted before. I’m getting them out as quickly as possible.

If The Mail Halts

Then I was halted. I’ll complete this as long as I’m not stopped. I was physically assaulted yesterday. Someone tried to choke me out while throwing me down to the ground. I got away from them, and made it into a nearby car, escaping. Someone commented on my post the other day accusing that all the things I’m experiencing are fake and false, essentially asking— “What’s so special about you?” I would ask them to direct that question to the people trying to stop me.

People have been trying to harm me. But I will not cease nor will I desist on the task I’ve been given to complete. I have a job to do, and if any of you have worked with me before, you’ll know this—

Joe gets the job done.

So if I’m stopped, please know that this award winning engineer who was previously a cartoonist that would go on to create viral video games and has even given talks on artificial intelligence in China who now claims he has information which challenges the positions of powerful people in an effort to change the world FOR THE BETTER…was obviously (🙄) stopped by people with intentions for the opposite. Let’s not be stupid folks. C’mon now.

The Wall

Oh! Also, I finally know who this harm has been originating from. I may address them in a letter as well. At a point during this ordeal, I notice harmful activity that simply seems out of scope for the power my abuser & r*apist (who makes bland food) Ni__le Bloc_. Things will start pointing back to my family, and while my father was a successful doctor…something would tell me it couldn’t originate solely from him.

I’ve felt like Hero Yuy from the anime Gundam Wing.

“Who is my enemy?”

My r*apist is a white woman, and while white women have a lot of power over those marginalized by race, they are still marginalized themselves by gender and sex. Plus when they wield their power maliciously, it’s done by calling for action from another entity.

Doctors are some of the most powerful people in our society…because we give our doctors our trust. And while my dad was a successful one, he is still a Black immigrant, from a place some assholes call a “shithole country” — he only has so much power.

Another important note on doctors…the medical field draws in many compassionate people who have a desire to help. But we must be careful with our passions. As any artist who’s experienced someone trying to pay them in the “credit and attention you’ll receive” can tell you—

Uncreative and ignorant people will co-opt, use, abuse, twist, mangle, and manipulate you AND your passions and talents FOR your passions and talents.

I fear the medical field has become a dark place where much wrong is hiding. Because the malicious would want access to the trust we give our doctors.

And as for my father, the power he has was granted to him. Because as I mention in “Abuse is—”

“Power is something which is given or lended. It’s not owned.”

And my dad would have gotten his power from that same group that my r*apist went to.

So, while I have a lot of beef to settle with my family, I have to turn my attention “elsewhere”, in a way. Many of you likely aren’t software engineers, so lemme give you knowledge on solving a software bug, or a flaw in a system— you fix it at the root. So I went deeper, and I finally hit a wall. The wall.

The Journey Begins

I knowingly started this journey on March 7, 2022 after a moment of extreme trauma where I’d actually experience something, in only a moment of Time, which I can only call “supernatural”—

“The Brainscream”

At the moment of trauma when it felt like my mind was ripping apart, I heard a human scream. I’ve actually told very few people about this, so if you’re reading this, this is pretty exclusive. I couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman. It was painful and I remember wincing from the split pain. I could only identify these in what I heard— horror, sadness, despair, and terror. And…I can only describe the way I heard it as “both inside and outside of my head”. It was only a split second, and it left me with a whisper of a question— “Someone was hurt. It felt like they were crying out to someone. Who was that?”

After it occurred I’d sometimes doubt if it happened at all.

But, it did.

And after that day something began changing in me. A process started that was (ya know, I’ve never used this word before) kafkaesque. After The Brainscream, I began digging for answers to understand why I was attacked and the nature of the attack— because it was inexplainable to me at the time. All I knew was something incredibly wrong had occurred.

Part of this journey’s goal has been solving my own mystery. Another part, subconsciously at least, has been a goal of—

“I have to find out who that was who screamed. They were in peril. I need to help them.”

And sometimes you even need a 4th to complete things.

New York Shitty

One of the many letters I’m writing and sending out in my “The Joe Laquinte Letters” is a letter to what was once the best city on earth. Now? Ya’ll just a washed ass city (that I don’t confirm I’m currently in) that I used to look up to but now is on some weak shit. And it pains me to even do this.

If you were wondering, this relates to what I’m referencing and express in this previous post.

I’m heartbroken…from the utter disappointment in what was once the greatest city on earth.

And while I don’t mean to make light of a horrible tragedy where human life was lost and the flames of war further ignited…I will explain exactly why what’s been ocurring is like and even more damaging than freaking 9/11.

I do not say that recklessly AT ALL. So wait for what I gotta say before you potentially react with a lot of emotion.

Mannnn…

How the eff did ya’ll ruin New York???

So…for full context, I’ve been getting gang stalked (not necessarily in New York 👀) and while it was scary at first…this shit is just a bunch of losers being LOSERS. And like…you should see the SCALE OF IT!

It’s the entire fucking city!! 🤣

It’s the saddest thing to watch. Oh, and lemme speak on a quick point cause I know some “basic” is gonna make a “certain” basic comment.

Gang stalked?? You sound crazy…

And I’m sorry if everyone in NYC thinks I’m outta pocket but all of you COLLECTIVELY earned this BIG ASS L (Not the late Big L, the amazing rapper…he’s likely pissed at you too though) I’m about to hand it. Like a rap battle, NYC had it’s turn, now it’ll be mine.

This city needs a good ethering for it’s own good. Wake up, New York Shitty!!

New York City,

Please wait in the corner for this grande “L” I’m about to serve y’all. It might take a day or few.

I tried to tell ya’ll dumbasses not to believe a r*apist. now the whole city made itself look STUPID.

Sigh, damn homie…

So wait for this letter I’m writing ya’ll. Cause it’s addressed to like 98% of ya’ll.

Like…ugh…I was the quiet kid who watched anime and played JRPG’s!! I was once in a shortly lived high school club called the Poke-Pals! I’m a fucking nerd! How the eff am I the last “registered nurse” in NYC??? That ain’t right!! Someone fucked up. BIG.

Bruhhh….

Unbelievable.

To quote 50 Cent—

Also, if you were apart of this city wide travesty which marks some of the darkest days in NYC’s history which I’ll be speaking on…just go ahead and hit my CashApp or the Zelle already.

And, I’m not gonna explain the circumstances in full everytime…Blah blah my r*apist tried to kill me and likely worked with others and all are trying to framing me, Blah blah family stole my money and is likely a part of this, blah blah trying to stay safe, blah blah someone physically assaulted me, blah blah I’m now realizing how comedically ironic my visit to the FBI was, blah blah fired unfairly as part of larger plot, blah blah hackers, blah blah you’ve all been idiots, blah blah pay me. Done. Thank you 🙏

(Also there’s a hack on my cashapp where it won’t show notifications, I can’t even enable notifs, and when I open the app, any money I have drops to either $1 or like -$3 or some bullshit. I’d totally take a video as proof but then by opening the app I’d nuke whatever money is there 🤣 these people are dicks. So please help if you can. It’ll keep me safe, and I’ll at least keep folks entertained with these)

I didn’t anticipate this would go on this long….I can’t believe this is still the intro. I had a lot to say…I took a break from the intro yesterday to write a one of the bigger and most important letters. Anyway, moving on.

“He Sounds Crazy”

This is the lamest most basic b*tch response to the wildly fascinating and Oscar award winning movie worthy events which I have been subject to and experiencing on a daily basis as I unravel a mystery over the course of 2 years where I was nearly murdered and deftly escape under constant threat as I follow a line of clues that takes me places none of us would ever expect. Don’t be an effing loser like this guy and try to derail something interesting for everyone—

We’re on the brink of something amazing and this guy amenostuart is in each of my posts going like—

That is how they sound.

Freaking Loser 🙄

It’s like I’m the only one that retained the lessons held in 80’s & early 90’s movies! What happened to all of you?? Remember those movies? They always start off with some kid or some person with a boring life and then some random crap will happen that was ‘seemingly unbelievable’, then there’s an explosion and suddenly on old man with crazy grey hair comes out of nowhere and is like—

“Johnny, you need come with me! I’m Dr. Wrenchrite! We gotta jump in my Hyper-Continuum Van! From there, we’ll travel to the past…TO SAVE THE FUTURE!!!”

And the kid will be like—

“Uh, my name’s not Johnny, it’s actually Lonny, and HELL YEAH!!! Let’s do this!!! Though we gotta bring my cousin too!!”

“Make way for cousin Ronny!!”

And then they’d go on a random & radical adventure to save the world and maybe there’s a princess or something. And there’s usually a cool guitar riff somewhere.

You see, when a random & radical adventure presents itself, I remember what those movies taught me. That’s why I go “HELL YEAH!!!” and why I always end up in situations and adventures unlike McPooPoo head, aka amenostuart here. It’s also likely why I’m unmarried 😅

I start building this quality in myself in college. I’d get frustrated at myself junior year after totally blowing it by being too shy and scared when this girl named ✨Lashawn Lopez✨ who was from NYC told me I had nice eyes. I responded by stuttering, forgetting how to form coherent thoughts, and sweating a profuse amount.

My friend Brandon clowned me about it a bit, and I gotta say, it was deserved. Sometimes we need people in our lives that’ll be real with us in moments like mine and tell us “Damn…that wasn’t it. Gotta do better next time.”

After that day I said “Never again! 😠” and I began challenging myself by doing things outside my comfort zone. It was awkward and painful sometimes, especially at first, but I slowly got more comfortable and certain with myself and who I was.

This would allow me better access to have a life full of amazing experiences when I moved to NYC. When you know yourself, you move with more ease and less friction through the world. You also know your boundaries. I’d spend over a decade in NYC, building myself, meeting challenges, experiencing losses, and finding success. Then one day in early 2020 I’d meet a woman I’d fall in love with…and I’d never expect she was integral to a plot that was in motion to uproot everything I worked so hard for and murder me. You’ll hear more of this story through my letters…

So we’re gonna ignore and occasionally clown those commenters because these people are likely “agents of a type” with an agenda. And that’s not a reach cause they’re all giving—

And second, I have a small account and these new faceless people pop up nearly simultaneously as the gang stalking and other weird things occur, just to…hmm…deny said stalking and weird events. LOL. “Ok” 🙄

Those troll comments would maybe work if I was someone regular, but I’m not. I’m an anomaly as I’ve only recently learned, and you all are soon to witness.

This post will act as a reference point, cause we’re only gonna see more of those bozos and I don’t wanna keep explaining their stupidity each time. They won’t 💩 on the chance to experience what’s actually an epic story that’s about to unfold.

Living in NYC, I was fortunate to experience a wildly fascinating life, It was like a never ending story of adventures and encounters. Since they’re my most frequent, incessant, and compulsive commenter, I’ll given them a feature and end with this fun clip showing a juxtaposition of me and my pal amenostuart. Enjoy.

I can only assume

Seriously, what’s that guy on? Lemme give them some advice—

“Hey Stuart! Uh, you gotta make it look more ‘casual’ bro. It looks a little less obviously tied to an agenda if you comment like…every other post or something. Cause right now, each post you are ON IT. Like right away. Haha. Chill man. And let my nuts breathe bro— you’re all up on them, haha!”

Random Aside — I have not for the entirety of my life known a normal “Stuart”. Not a one. Like, each one has been…off…in some way. No offense to the cool Stuarts, unless that’s just a oxymoron.

There’s a closing point I wanna bring up with these comments…don’t you see there’s animation and shit in these?? These can take a bit. You’re like— “Awww…boo hoo, I’m mad cause I’m getting entertainment and narrative with sometimes noticeable production value for free! 😭”. That makes no sense. Go in the poopoo head corner, amenostuart. I’ll let you know when your time there is up.

A note to Stuart’s “higher ups”—

Yeeeahhhh…we need to talk about Stuart. In terms of “identity recognition and fluency” you should have put a Black person in that role. Cause I get that this commenter is supposed to give me sense of worry and anxiety and make me lash out and react but all they’re actually giving me is…material. Haha!

The Black kids on the playground of my elementary school could give you more of a run for your money than ‘ol Stuart here. Like, kids got broken down psychologically on that playground. I grew up in the “Yo Mama” trenches. It was war. Saw kids practically blown apart. Some just run off crying. Stuart? Cradled in the bosom of a comfy culdesac somewhere (or not, I dunno haha).

Oh, and if Stuart is “Black” then they sure don’t have enough Black American Identity. They’re lacking. I can smell it. There’s a bigger issue to discuss with you folks and I’ll do it in a letter. The issue? Well, I’ll put it in one word—

Ecosystems.

You don’t just snatch whats been an existing element of an ecosystem

B

Like, I understand how this is unbelievable…for you, but keep in mind some of us have lived different lives. Like, honestly I’m realizing my life has been sorta weird ever since I was a kid. I’ll speak on it in my letters.

And also, I’m eradicating these “they sound crazy” or “are they ok??” responses FROM THE EARTH.

This is basic shit and you don’t wanna be basic. Also, I’m gonna teach the world what crazy actually is. Cause everyone gets this wrong. We know “Hollywood crazy“ but that isn’t how real crazy works 🤦🏻‍♀️

After my one letter, people will feel stupid to ever utter these types of responses again. This will hopefully be one of my first letters to influence the world.

Don’t be a Basic B*tch

Just…don’t. Please. You’ll only embarass yourself and I’m frankly tired of clowning people. You’ll be the 248th person to try that on me and seriously it’s getting exhausting. Try it on someone who doesn’t have as large an understanding of science, and engineering, and history, and design, and how systems work, and basic human psychology, and a brain that actually realizes that a country which openly admits to doing cointelpro and other documented pyops to make certain groups like The Black Panthers feel as if “they are going crazy” 50 years ago couldn’t do the exact same shit now 🙄

Oy vey!

(I actually have a really funny bit for this…I wanna do like, “Family Guy“ style cut away gags for some of these letters)

Ya’ll be working my last nerve. Don’t be a basic b*tch. It doesn’t look good on you. You’re better than that.

The Mark of the Deity

Some of these letters will end with people being “marked”. What does that mean? I dunno. Though some will say that a mark can be either a blessing or a curse. They also act as beacons, showing a force of blessing or a force of cursed intentions it’s target.

For example, I have people following me wherever I go, so I must be marked, in some way. Because of this mark, people have been acting in ways to intimidate me, or trigger me, or try to make me act out. A mark will draw energy to you. So all the energy right now is going—

Them -> me

But any interaction that only goes one way is booooorrrrrriiiinnngggggg. No fun! Uh-uh. So I have a mark to give out. And mine is better.

I know I’m being vague. So, let’s see what this outcome will lead to. Reminder to the ‘Negative Nick’s’, a mark can be a blessing.

In Sights

My friends who know me IRL won’t know this so lemme explain. I sorta gotta double explain things so each group watching gets the context and no one does the “he’s crazy basic b*tch line” When I reference all the people watching, I’m talking about this—

I’m getting a lot of views from people and accounts I don’t know. Maybe they are bots but probably not all considering I have people yelling out in the street “Hey Joe!” And also the people following me. And the people crowding me when I go to the bathroom. And the people making weird noises at me. And all the people who start coughing at me. And the police officers that sat oddly close to me and said “he’s disgusting”, and…well, you get it. Haha!

So yeah, “the streets is watching” I guess.

🎶Inights, In-sights, who has got me in their sights🎶 Hmm.

I have a couple of ideas. You’ll see in the letters.

Our Father

I dug and dug and dug after that on March 7th when I experienced The Brainscream. Did you know I didn‘t sleep for roughly 60 days after that happened? I took small naps, but I couldn’t sleep. All I could do was research. I talk about it in my post “Abuse is— Data”, if hackers haven’t deleted slides from that as well.

I’ve been digging for two years and in the Fall of 2024, I’ve finally hit the wall. I see who is behind all this…and I must say…

Of course.

It’s always the obvious answer, isn’t it. Of course it’s you. I see you. They see you. We see you. And we are displeased with you, Jorge. Hahaha, little Jorge, eh? With your…desires.

To my audience…you’ll know soon enough.

I’ll end this post with the following…what happens when the most powerful group in the world meets a force of tireless, tenacious, and unyielding strength?

(Here’s a hint: If power can only be given or lended, and is never owned, what is power?)

Get ready for the best show in the world.

Oh, last thing! I keep promising I’ll unveil the name of the precursor series I started on a secret account only a few friends knew about before I started “Abuse is—”. I’ll have to explain their name later, but they are many things. The symbol you’ve been seeing is theirs, actually. The letters I post will be their letters too. So this also has another name. I’d like to introduce—

The nullstep Letters