RE: American army bases - secrets & weird experiments!

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American army bases - secrets & weird experiments!

in conspiracy •  6 years ago  (edited)

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I have to move again, I am not happy about this

How do I find you? Or, will you find me?

If I provide a ProtonMail acc, you could communicate with me there? I would immediately delete from the email acc

I am digging in here, there will be nowhere left to go if we all keep moving, so that's me now, digging in and refusing to budge.

I sometimes feel I live in a crazy world -should I say, "Welcome to my world."?

I actually fell asleep late this afternoon and had a crzy dream. I wrote it down, but I do not think I was able to convey the craziness of it...but I liked writing something that let my anger at the bastards who are trying to take over express itself - even if it did not 'explode', the way I wanted it to. I'll be calling it Ribbons & Hair and you should probably give it a skip.

You sleep in the day? that is an art form I am yet to find, though as sleeping at night becomes less, maybe I will get there, and now you have me intrigued with the posts I should not read.

Have not posted it yet...still looking for a decent photo to add...coming soon.
:)

I know you love motorbikes, so if you can, check this out:

https://www.rt.com/news/440342-ural-bike-limited-edition/

Oh dear, they are horrible to ride, and based on tech from the 1950's, collectors will like them though.

It was the feeling I got when I saw them, a sort of nostalgia...for a kind of world I watched from the sidelines, but never participated in.

Actually, just once I did. I was living in Tanga (Tanzania) and we went to the house of a friend who had just bought a big bike - the most powerful in town. His house had a big lawn in front of it that ended at a cliff (about twenty five metres) with rocks and the ocean below.

Everyone took a turn riding his bike and he offered me the chance. At 17 I was not about to pretend I'm wise and inform them I've never ridden anything like it, for them to laugh at me.

Unfortunately the bike was pointed at the cliff and as I 'accelerated' the front wheel went up and the back wheel tore at the lawn as I shot towards the cliff. I did the only thing I could - I jumped off.

The bike fell over and swirled in a circle around itself until the owner jumped on it and switched it off.

You will not believe what happened next. The idiot demanded I get back on, making certain it is now pointed towards the road and told me to be more gentle with the accelerator.

I shot off, turned as I was coming towards the road outside, and nearly gave everyone a heart attack as I just missed a thick wire going up at an angle, for holding up the streetlight (yup, in those days, they used wires). I just missed decapitating myself, so I wised up and returning, thanked the guy for being such a great friend, but admitted it is not for me, I tend to get too excited by the feelings of power and speed.

(A year later he left East Africa and asked me to be the boyfriend of his one big love, as she was only 16 and could not go off with him). It helped make it interesting for me as I was half in love with her.

As you can probably tell, I have had some weird but wonderful friends.

Oh...if I visit, would you let me ride your bikes?
:)