#I am literaly so feral about them

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So I read this post by @eyesteeth about Rane and I wanted to add my own thoughts on it but then realized that I was more making a post analysing their dynamic with Faulkner then an actual add on to the theory. So here,

THE Faulkner Rane analysis

Rane is a monster of Faulkners own creation. In their first scene together, Faulkner expertly uses the idea of trust to get Rane to open up to him. At this point Faulkner already has his status with him. By making Rane feel special and trusting him. It ensures Rane will be loyal to him because there’s a feigned sense of closeness. All the while Faulkner refuses to actually show anything off himself.

It’s a relationship defined by lies. Faulkner is incapable of making any real connection because he needs to be seen and needs to get that attention, but then feels so utterly uncomfortable when actually perceived (cus he’s never actually been acknowledged like that.) So he builds up a persona around himself. Faulkner is ultimately flawed but those flaws aren’t allowed to be shown. He’s only honest with Rane when it benefits that perfect Image, so that’s all Rane sees of him. (And yes there’s for sure some real paranoia due to what happened with Sister Thurrocks. Which also makes Faulkner keep people at arms length.)

When Faulkner starts realizing his own loneliness it’s basically already too late. He starts craving that true connection that he lacks because he misses carpenter. But Rane has never known Faulkner like that. When Faulkner shows vulnerability, Rane twists it back into the mold Faulkner created. In the same way Faulkner struggles to show his flaws, Rane is in turn unable to see those flaws.

Believing in a god is about faith. Faith is trust in what you believe in, and for allot of people it’s something they cling onto. For Rane, this is everything. They need something to believe in. They have to hold up the cracks, keeping Faulkner together. Because if Faulkner falls apart, their faith goes down with it.

Faulkner tries his best to open up. But there’s no relationship to salvage, because they never truly knew Faulkner in the first place. Rane fell in love with a idea, with what they believed, and not with Faulkner. (Love here is NOT inherently romantic, I’ll BARK at you/lh) And Faulkner let them believe.

And to come back to the post I referenced at the beginning. I don’t think Faulkner is going to kill Rane. (It would be too much a repeat of Thurrocks.) but there will be a breaking point for Rane. I’m terrified of what’s going to happen to them. Faulkner is in a emotionally horrible place, and Rane is going to have that ultimate realisation that they’ve been lied to. It’s going to destroy their entire world and I don’t know what that’s going to mean for them moving on.

Tldr: RANE RAHHHHHHH!!!!

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Me trying to not stay sane and normal when I'll meet Stray Kids and Ateez at the same time in my Marvel off-plot desired reality because they're all so fine and I want them real bad :

Also me remembering at some point in the meeting that I literaly did the most unholy things while thinking about doing it with them, listened to nsfw fake audios of them moaning and that I also moaned some of the member's names like the absolute whore that I am :

Yeah, I'm doomed lol (also don't judge my whore behavior, I'm just one feral and horny bih)

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Why am I not surprised that Cody Fern became the new Evan Peters of AHS? I mean literaly... people treat Feral as if it was the best thing that ever existed, just because Cody Fern is in it, and they only speak of him and his character and nothing else. Now when you type “American Horror Stories” in Tumblr the first things that pop are fanfictions about having sex with Fern’s character while... while he is holding his gun to your face.

....

Ah yes, sweet Tumblr. The same Tumblr that fell in love with Tate, the manipulative and lying sociopath and mass murderer.

It is also something you find back in a good part of the fans of Apocalypse for example - they do not care much about the plot, the coherence or the overall result of the season. They oversee all the flaws and mediocrity of this season in either one of two cases (or the two). One part loved Apocalypse simply because there were good actors AND good-looking actors in it, loving this series for the actors more than for the characters (but confusing their loves) - but no matter how good-looking a show is, a mess stays a mess. The other part just loved it because it was all of their sweet fanfictions coming to life - the reunion of Tate and Violet with his “evil” being erased ; the witches visiting Murder House in a big crossover ; the return of dead favorites like Madison and Queenie ; the existence of a male counterpart of witches ; it is ALL fanfiction stuff, AUs and OCs, and even the girl that travels through time (Mallory?) reeks of a Mary Sue. 

That was what Apocalypse was. Just a good-looking but poorly written fanfiction. 

[If you had forgotten, I HATE Apocalypse X) ]

But yes this is a problem as old as AHS but that took such a strong force recently. Fans’s opinion being biased by them liking the actor. Some people only look at the actor’s face and don’t see anything else of the show. 

I don’t know it was my random AHS rant. I guess it is just learning that the last episode of Stories will return yet again to Murder House is making me grind my teeth in advance. And I love how when the pilot was released everyone was shouting at the “sexualization of teenagers” and how gross and immoral it was, but now when you type American Horror Stories the first posts just say how Scarlett’s actress is sexy and hot. 

I don’t even know why I keep checking back Tumblr’s reaction to AHS. I know I shouldn’t, I should just leave alone the “fandom” and exist as a simple person watching AHS and that’s it. I don’t need to throw myself into this whole mess that follows it... but I guess I am too damn curious for my own good. 

Anyway my long rant is done and I am not even going to tag it. I don’t even know if it is worth posting it or not, but I wrote all of this down, so let’s just take a shot. 

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2018-04(APR)-11th--Friday criminals roaming about this hellhole area--A POLICE LEVEL INCIDENT OCCURED LAST NIGHT AT THIS HELLHOLE AREA!

2018-04(APR)-11th--Friday criminals roaming about this hellhole area--A POLICE LEVEL INCIDENT OCCURED LAST NIGHT AT THIS HELLHOLE AREA!

(I will get to the POLICE INCIDENT TOWARDS THE END OF THIS ENTRY SINCE IT HAS ONLY JUST BECOE APPARENT ATER A VISIT HER TO ME BY A POLICE OFFICER CANVASSING FOR ANY WITNESS REPORTS AT THIS HELLHOLE AREA AT AROUND 11am THIS MORNING)

Forgive my typing. My typing hand/arm is heavily bandaged up again. It feel like I have a cast put on but there isn't. My broken wrist/forearm (fractured whatever medical terms they bandy about me) is healing apparently but my entire wrist and forearm feels VERY painful at times. When SC comes around here at 'home' to re-bandage and attend to my wounds (which all was done in hospital when I was in hospital for a week or so), they take off the wound dressing to change it and suddenly it feels very cool and I can see all the damage done to it and I get a flood of sensations in my forearm and wrist. This morning however, I'd previouly taken pain masking pills and so the sensations weer not painful but very aching....just as they had been when I was in bed....it's like a truck has parked on my forearm and wrist and teh d river has got out and walked away leaving me there....THAT is the sort of pain and distress I am constantly in and NOTHING helps it. - Sure pain masking pills cover the pain up for awhile, but then it's like hell laughing at me saying,...we're just taking the pain away for a short while so when it comes back you will REALLY feel pain bwahahahahaha!

Friday 11 April 2017:-------- It was supposed to rain but it didn't. Now the forecast has suddenly changed to cloudy with a slight chance of rain near the coast. But it's getting VERY overcast......even though the sun is shining down at the moment.

I KNOW I don't live near the coast, I live just before the hills in what they call 'the foothills' of 'Perth area'.....but descriptions for this hellhole place are always vague and changing shifting depending on politics (promoting or evading), or authority (buck-passing or blaming), or news-speak depending on whatever event has just been promoted to make NEWS for a period.....

I had a truly TERRIBLE TERRIBLE night of 'sleep'....endless repeating nightmares of the same nigtmare and progressions of, I'd wake up, then go back to sleep only to continue with the damned nightmare as if the nightmare had been temporarily place on-pause whilst I had awoken for a short while, then when I managed to struggle back to sleep....'pause' would come off and teh nigtmare would continue or repeat yet again.....

A Hell never-ending.

I finally got up out of bed this morning (not for the first time I can tell you), let dear Sam & Max outside and went with them for their ablutions in the back yard of this hovel to keep them safe, then let them back inside and secured them okay. It was not quite time to fed them yet, and besides, I needed to get some fresh bread from the local shop nearby to eat, and of course dear Sam & dear Max get some of that as well.

I then had literaly just went outside to go to the shop to get some bread when SC came here to attend to dressing my wound and changing my bandage(s). It was as surprise to me. I walked to SC and amaiably greeted her, and stayed with her for her safety as she went to the boot of her SC marked vehicle to get the medical stuff she needed for me.

As she was doing that......a teenage? thug on a pushbike came from the Koongamia shops area and was aimlessly circling around nearby us on the road. Of course he has no bicycel helmet because that would be obeying the law and the criminals about this hellhole not only don't obey any laws they frolic about in front of Police without any problems at all whilst anyone else gets fined. You think I'm joking? I'm NOT. This has been going on for so very long now. It was just another tiny thing that dear Fliss saw all the time and nobody would believe her about it all either, let alone the rampant drug dealer and the violent households and the utterly feral criminal children who never ever went to any school.....

Ask Fliss all about it....oh but you can't....or you're not allowed to....wherever she is....I have been torn from her and kept apart from dear Fliss....and it is more than hell.......

The thug-on-a-pushbike roamed about then dashed back to the shops area to join up with another on foot who had a carry bag of foodstuffs crap and reported what he had seen.........and that a vehicle wass till parked down at fatguts aboriginal criminal household....a big dark black softtop 4WD vehicle of which males were getting in and out of repeatedly and wandering all about there. (customers or departmentals or what?)

No feral children were about on the streets however which was very strange. And none were playing on the lounge suite still dumped on the street verge outside the twinned criminal aboriginal household across the road from them. -- But read nothing in any of that which is good because it's all just a temporary sham by them.

The SC person told me that it had rained overnight. (maybe the lounge suite was all wet....but that still wouldn't stop them from 'playing with it').

All the roads of thise hellhole area were utterly dry, the ground all dry and dusty. Rain doesn't exist in reality here as it does elsewhere.

The SC person collected the materials needed as I warned her of the roaming thug on a pushbike. The SC person looked up and saw the shit on a pushbike roaming and circling quite close nearby and took careful notice. The SC person made sure (and I also stated it verbally) to make sure the vehicle was securely locked as we walked away to attend to my wounds.

Truly, YOU have no idea of the state of this hellhole area unless you remain here for awhile...and aren't spotted watching the criminals that is....

SC attended to my wounds, which were all yellow which caused me intitial alarm when the bandage was unwrapped from my forearm & wrist, but then I remembered that SC had used some stuff upon my wounds the oher day during dressing them. It's probably the stuff that causes it all to appear yellow? I any event, SC wasn't concerned so I guess that was the case.

Why do you think thugs roam around whenever they see a SC vehicle going to a place to attend to a needy person for medical treatment at home? -- It's because of two thigs....they can raid the SC vehicle and steal what they can.......or badger or disract the SC person whilst somebody else thieves from the vehicle......and also because it shows to roaming criminals who is at home and who is not.......which places to break into and rob......which people they deem to attack....and on and on and on. -- This sort of thing has been going on for many years abut this hellhole area. Dear Fliss saw some of it herself which added to her malaise. The innocent being victims purely from being injured by others and getting help and being seen as having 'lots of money' when in fact the opposite it true...but you can never reason with criminals and least of all with the criminals about this hellhole area.

My injuries have been attended to by SC. - SC has left. And of course the romaing criminals are roaming about now in the streets of this hellhole area.

The Koongamia school siren has gone off (they have no school 'bell' only literally a siren), and so that should mean no school-aged children whould be out on the streets for awhile.....

It's usually when roaming random patrols by Police or whatever might be glanced or perhaps they are following up from crimes committed the night before or days before or weeks before or just...random.

Damned jet planes are flying into Perth Airport nearby and flying low to do so, making noise and exhausting crap into the air. They fly RIGHT OVER HERE ALL THE TIME.

I spotted many planes today taking off from Perth airport, fly over here then suddenly turn and go north to other headings and destinations. Meanwhile OTHER jet planes are also coming in over the hills and flying rigt over and past here to go to the Perth airport. -- Honestly, it's like the Perth airport can only afford to run one runway strip at any one time no matter how busy things get.

Fliss experienced all this hell herself too, so don't just take my word for the truth of this hellhole area.

Growing up as a child, I used to have dreams of big jet planes crashing into the sheep paddocks a few houses away at the end of the street here. And in reality huge planes would thunder in flyig slow and low and make my bed shake, the cabinets in the kitchen clink, and teh noise woudl always wake you up witt their non-stop parading of passenger jets.

The SAME non-stop parading of passenger jets as is occuring right now as I type this.

Even as I was talking outside to the SC lady, the damn jets were loud enough for me to have to repeatedly pause my talking so my voice wasn't drowned out by the damned jet plane noise.

All this and more is why so many people have moved out of this hellhole area and never will return.

STOP PRESS:---- As I am typing this sentence at 10:00am now, I heard a vehicle door outside slamming shut closeby. I looked and what did I see? - A dark grey vehicle parked in a nearby neighbours driveway. I wonder who they might be? - But also at the end of the street, at the end of Kalara Way street, across the Clayton Street road in the little car park there favoured by criminals is a parked marked Police sedan vehicle just sitting there ready to race off at a moments notice as so happens so much about this hellhole area. It's just parked there windscreen pointing up the Kalara Way street. I don't know if anyones in it at the moment or not. There's no reason why they shouldn't be.

And STILL the damned planes fly low overhead coming in to land at Perth Airport......drowning out all noises as the planes do so.

Earlier there was the sounds of aboriginal kids/toddlers etc running about on the roads. I never looked to see anything. I just hope they get run over as proof of what I've been so saying for so many years as did poor dear Fliss also say to everyone but nobody would listen or do anything...hence it got worse.

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This above is Friday morning at this hellhole.

Once again, forgive me of any typos in my writing.

Once again, to dearest Fliss I hope and pray you are alright and that we will get back together again.

Dear Fliss, I was crying and sobbing in abject sorrow last night of us being parted and not being permitted by others to live the life we were always supposed to have. I had to do it silently or else my violent brother might get angry or violent at me for upsetting his video game playing and his mutterings to himself.

It's 10:26am.......I suppose I'd better have a small plain brand tinned tomato soup with my bread rolls and share it with dear Sam & dear Max. - Ughhh! A damned plane has noisily flown low overhead again as I'm typing this. Are ALL the damned planes in Australia parked at Perth airport now?

The poor sole lone chicken needs company and support so I have to give it some company too after I eat. (ANOTHER DAMNED PLANE HAS JUST FLOWN LOW SLOW OVERHEAD!)

Has anyone tried to wash up plates and so with one hand bandaged before like I have? - It's so VERY VERY hard not to get anything soiled or wet. Especially after so much careful work was done to create it by the nice SC person.

Outside now is a vehicle I'm hearing just slowly turning around in the intersection. It's one of the things that constantly goes on around this hellhole especially when things are quiet. And it upsets dear Sam and dear max because they think dearest Fliss is returning since she would alwasy slowly and quietly try to drive up here without causing them distress too.

Arghhh NO! - Now there is the noise of a shithead on a small motorbike who has just come out of the pedestrian walkway and rode along the roads on an unregistered motrobike of course...and NOW...a thundering car has roared past on the road as well....and a neighbours dog somewhere has been loudly barking in alarm too.

Can you see the HELL dear Sam and dear Max are in too?

This is hell.

No wonder those people in that corner house moved out....all this and worse...AND being broken into (smashed into with a large rock) by an aborigial thug the day after Xmas day.....

And now a damned plane flies overhead again.......

Non-stop noise in a supposedly 'quiet' place.......it USED to be a quiet place and it WAS......and that's why I invited dear Fliss here and it WAS quiet and peaceful and serene until all the criminals moved in......

Arghhhh! - ANOTHER damned low flying low speed jet plane flying overhead even before I've had a chance to send this message upline! -- It's HELL.

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POLICE INCIDENT at this hellhole.

I was just finishing up typing in all this entry at 11am when there was a knock on my front door and when I investigated it was a young West Australian POLICE woman canvassing households of this hellhole area for any eye witness deatils for 'something' that occured last night at this hellhole area.

By the sounds of it, it was some sort of assault (upon a woman?). Where exactly the assault occurred I don't know. Who it occured upon I don't know. Or it was a criminal incident involving all that and was more?

THAT IS THE NATURE OF THE HELLHOLE AREA NOW...SOMETHING HAPPENS AND YOU NEVER QUITE KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AND YOU CAN NEVER FIND OUT AND IF YOU TRY...THEN YOU RUN THE RISK OF BEING SEEN BY OTHERS TO BE GUILTY OF WHATEVER HAPPENED.

As I said the POLICE officer was not forthcoming with details. And I certainly was not brazen or a fool to attempt to find out any more, I respect real people far more than you or anyone imagines). And I do so wih dear Fliss and have always done so.

Dear Fliss's parents and to dear Cath in Queensland...can you see how BAD this hellhole has become? - It has been erupting like this AFTER dear Fliss arrived here. It was not like this before. It was, but it had got better. THAT was why I invited dear Fliss to come and live in peace and safety and no pressures of debts over Fliss's head. Dear Fliss nor I had NOTHING TO DO WITH ANY OF IT LAST NIGHT. - I do not know where dearest Fliss is in any case.....I hope she is safe......

It was why dear Fliss and I were always trying to get away from it all because it sudenly grew worse here AFTER Fliss arrived. What with the aboriginal drug dealer house and worse.....

Dear Fliss HATED all the shit (Fliss never swore) going on and she terribly kept blaming herself as if it was a 'curse' or something that followed her. Fliss herself was never to blame. I always had to keep reassuring dear Fliss that even when she was sobbing and blaming herself at her worst times. Others would just think Fliss stupid.

No wonder there was a marked POLICE sedan parked in the Koongamia school oval car park later today that I saw......!

I wonder if the impromptu meeting in the street earlier this morning of the next door neighbour etc was also because of LAST NIGHT?!?

I directed the Police officer to possible residences where she might get what she was after. And I pointed out the empty corner household saying that THEY too had experienced hell here themselves......as had the previous residents before them.....and had moved out.

THIS IS A HELLHOLE.

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I love you dearest Fliss and want to be with you just as you promised me, and to yourself, to be away from this hellhole forever. - I'm dying here. That raffle has been drawn and I won absolutely less than nothing as usual. - ANOTHER JET PLANE OVERHEAD. - How many times can any person in their entire life enter so many things and NEVER EVER win? - I told you of this hell dear Fliss and how this hell afflicts me and never lets me live a good life. - Dear Fliss we love each other and have been cruelly parted by your afflictions and your false memories and those who control you who have brainwashed you into believing what they WANT you to believe about us. - NOW can you see why I was always so scared about us bringing into being any children of our own, at least here? I also told you the same thing when you were with me and you thought me foolish for believing it. Really? - What would have occurred had we had a child and right now it was living with us being parted? - I NEVER EVER wanted a child to live wihout us dear Fliss...I have lived some of that existance myself with my own mother and father being parted as I was growing up and it was truly HELL too, living in poverty, existing on second hand hand-me-downs, poor people food, (a plain sponge cake was a treat for us), my poor dear mother cut off from ALL her dear close relations who lived in South Australia half the Australian land-mass from us......, my poor dear Mum always struggling to pay ANY bills.....but for all of that I loved my dear Mum with all my heart. She KNEW that but always felt she had 'failed' in being a mother who could provide everything to her two young growing sons. - But I grew up with a stout heart and soul whch my dear Mum was silently proud of...and I took care of her after she had a severe stroke leving her severely disabled...I did NOT abandon her and NEVER would I ever think of doing so......but then dear Mum died alone in hospital after I had rushed to see her because she had hours earlier been close to death but then she had recovered, it was truly cruel....I truly hope Mum knew how much she meant to me and my brother....and I truly hope to see her again when I am dead.

Later closer to midday........I was checking the empty postbox (no word from dear FLiss) and I was collecting the just-delivered local newspaper, and I saw POLICE slowly walking in the school oval carpark area that THAT POLICE vehicle had been parked at as if they were looking on the ground there...or are they just milling about?

Meanwhile, over at Ms New Ages rented house, the old guy there has been hammering away all morning (sounding like somebody at my front door) and he has put up more security AGAIN all about the fencing. -- If the 'incident' and Police visit disturbed me, it might also have spurred him further into making his home a fortress again.

THIS IS A HELLHOLE AREA.

EVERY time I think it is 'getting better' here, people suffer, and it proves that it is not, or at least hell is being selective on where and whom it chooses to be victims. - I also weep inside for all those too scared to weep or be seen to be weeping.

THIS IS A HELLHOLE AREA.

I love YOU dearest Fliss (Felicity A. Carthew) and want to be with YOU just as YOU promised me, and to YOURSELF, to be away from this hellhole forever. - I'm dying here.

ANOTHER DAMNED JET PLANE OVERHEAD!..........

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2017-5(MAY)-08-Monday---ferals roaming freely the streets. LOUD SCREAMS from a house.

2017-5(MAY)-08-Monday---ferals roaming freely the streets. LOUD SCREAMS from a house.

The by-line above of this entry says it.

I apologise for my terseness in this entry, I am literally starting to shake in pain, and my eyesight has been afflicted......and then when, as I am tying to rest, I have to witness all the shit thats going on.....you'll understand my ripped-to-shreds normal state of calmness....

Firstly, the rabid nose-picker aboriginal kid I have mentioned so many times for so long, THAT kid is the VERY SAME aborigial criminal who attempted and failed (not by his actions), he tried to burn a house down with it's owners inside in 2016. -- He actually set fire to the house knowing full well that innocent people were inside. -- And I am not going to tell the rest of what happened because I have done so MANY times and STILL nobody believes me. So fuck off.

From out of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD has had a group of them walk out and go to ? - With them was the two 'token aborigial kids' the suposedly 'respectable ones', but are just the same as the rest of them of that CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. -- The group walked off.

And they were being watched.

They were being watched by a 'Watcher' on foor as well as there was an anonymous 'Watcher' vehicle parked in a completely empty car park.

It had remained there watching. Of course it does the same things that they always do. Nothing but watching..... -- And then it drives off. Nobody ever gets out of these vehicles. Nobody even gets out of them. They just drive along, go in, park and observe for any length of time, before they move off.

Determine what you will of the anonymous vehicles. They are not Police. They appear to be some sort of nameless anonymous depatrment that caters to the whims and constant 'support' of the criminals of the aboriginal criminal households.

Sometimes they stay for a great deal of time, sometimes only a minute or less, its completely unpredictable just like the criminal aboriginals......

And the entire carpark area is in direct open view of the crimial aboriginal households. - And do they then file reports that they kept watch unnoticed? - What a joke.

Sometimes the vehicles (rarely) try to remain inconspicuous and hidden by parking further from open view in car park before moving off. And as always, nobody gets out of them, nobody gets into them. They just arrive, watch, then leave.

As soon as it had gone, from out of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD, comes rabid nose-picker. He's barefoot (as they all constantly are), and he's shabbily dresed as always.

He walks straight onto the road and starts acting crazy.

He starts spinning about, throwing punches at an invisible nobody in the air, he starts kicking at an invisible nobody in the air, and he starts to manically do Australian aboriginal like antics but in a manic crazy way....he starts acting as if he's got a spear and hunting something...and then he does a crazed dance and kicks his barefoot legs all over the place.......please bare in mind that all this was enacted in the middle of the road......

Then he began wandering aimlessly along ON the road, goes to the intersection, all of this is being done aimlessly and brainlessly, he looks at the corner household that has had its fence repaired and replaced (BUT NOT ALL OF IT), and besides...they have long had their tall secure drivewy gates open and without a lock for anyone (especially criminal aboriginals) to freely walk straight into the yard. There is also a man-sized in the property fence, a hole smashed by aboriginals and still heavily used by aboriginals, that is STILL there. It is also being used by the children of that rented house as well to actively go through in & out.

Please, do NOT imagine or try to convince yourself that he and others of them has EVER gone to school. Despite it being a school day and despite the school within visible distance of the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. Indeed, the criminals barely even care anymore that they are seen on the streets and everywhere now.

So that criminal is idly standing in the middle of the road intersection, he is looking wetwards towards the Koongamia shops area, and then he suddenly SPRINTS off along the road to in that direction, literally runs as fast as he can go, his bare feet thumping on the road as he does so.

But he doesn't stay there long.

He eventually drifts back and wanders back until he goes into the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

I am sick and tired of truthfully stating everything to everyone and for them having to suddenly leap to inane conclusions trying to diminish, lessen, and evaporate away everything as if none of it is conncted or has any relevance. Fuck off.

Later, an older bearded aboriginal man carrying bags of items purchased from the Koongamia shops area, he walks along the footpaths. He walks along, and is carrying plastic bags of ? -- He is walking along and suddenly waves and acts very friendly to ? at the aboriginal 6 Kalara Way house. He turns and apparently goes inside.......

Later, aboriginals of the CRIMINAL HOSUEHOLD are walking along around there on the footpaths after taking the two token children aboriginals to ?. -- As they are rounding the street corner, there is VERY VERY LOUD SHOUTING AND SWEARING suddenly coming out of 6 Kalara Way, so loud it can be heard so very far away. -- The aboriginal man (who is usually constantly riding about aimlessly on a pushbike) is this time walking with another woman of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD and with them is the aboriginal toddler child. -- They slow down their walking and stare at the LOUD noise. One of them grabs the toddler child and the trio walks hurriedly off and into the aborigial CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD across the road from there. -- Nobody comes out of the 6 Kalara Way property. The VERY VERY LOUD SWEARING AND SHOUTING continues. It continues on and on. - Fuck the lot of them.

Later, one of the 'Watchers' was walking about, looking and taking notes of the aboriginal ghetto, taking special notice of a vehicle parked at the just-moved-in aboriginal household that previously for over 10 years was the aboriginal drug dealer house before he was evicted. (that house as soon as it was evicted, became the trigger event which resulted in the criminals of the aborigial CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD to then suddenly rise up in criminality and they have remained) and rising. -- I'm sick of stating all these facts and constanlty having to repeat them. Fuck off.

A commercial vehicle, "Statewide Lock Services" is epenly seen parked in the driveway and has its doors open, and a male person of it is apparently doing work at that place. -- Countless times aboriginal kids from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD go wandering all about there, and some go in an out of the house there but never stay very long at all.

And they NEVER EVER got to any school. Fuck off.

I'm sorry, but even as I'm typing this, aboriginals of the aborigial CRIINAL HOUSEHOLD have been all on the streets, and loudly carrying on. They also are doing another piece of shit thing which is relatively new in occurence. Standing in the streets ON the streets and using mobile devices in their hands they are taking "selfies" of themselves standing in front of other innocent peoples homes and properties. They don't just do this once, but are doing it over and over again as they stand in front of peoples outside yards.

As as always, there is the aboriginal diaper-todder (all throughout my blog), that child was walking on the road with them. Suddenly the women began to abuse and swear and threaten the toddler. The toddler is wearing pants this time and is clothed but no shoes. The toddler is literaly driven off by the onslaught of abuse (you have no idea of how much swearing too) and it wanders by itself across the road and goes into the smashed hole in the side-fence of the picketted corner house. It is just left there completely unattend by anyone at all. The others continue walking ON the roads and acting normal because this IS routine for them. -- I am heartily sick of stating countless times how crazed and feral they are. Fuck off.

They are all making their ways on the streets. And they have been doing so.

False calm.

If you ever wonder why I say "false calm" that because it is exactly as it states. And there can be a period or periods of false calm. It is simply a case of a lesser shit going on that is not written about in this blog.

And truly COUNTLESS times, after busy writing things in, then normal tasks trying to be performed in the hope that just like a war, there is a lull in the shelling. But it is truly a false calm.

Even as I was writing the above...quite literally.....there has been shit going on.

And other adult aboriginals have been all about. They are making the entire area a place to travel through and go all about. They come from one place, go about, and are later seen elsewehere. They're using the pedestrian walkways as the criminal conduits that they are.

And they are using the Koongamia school car park as their car parks too.

Later on, after midday noon, there was an aboriginal woman pushing a covered pram along on the footpaths. In front of her was an adult aboriginal man. And he was pushing a shopping trolley (aka shopping cart) along on font of her. They were together. -- If you have bothered to read and rememeber anything I have written in my blog, you will constantly seen me speaking about mysterious shopping trolleys that just 'appear' and are abandoned on street verges, even though there is no shops of anything about in the area that has shopping trolleys. -- Now you see just one reason, a very valid reason why.

And I have personally witnessed aboriginals in shopping areas, (that have shopping trolleys for their customers), how aboriginals will openly just walk off with trolleys full of goods completely unpaid for. AND I have also been there when aboriginals just go stealing other peoples ENTIRE shopping trolley loads. -- I've lost count the number of times I have been to that shopping area and seen (Midland?) Police actively doing their duty there. And I have lost count the number of times that I have heard aboriginals yelling out, swearing, abusing, and threatening people and staff. Indeed, it can feel ominous when there is none of the above occuring there and your entire being is just awiting for it to suddenly occur.

Later today, there was a single female VERY LOUD scream. -- And from out of the picketted fenced rental place comes the oldest of the 2 boys who lives there. He's dressed in black t-hirt, dark jeans, shoes.......and he's picking his nose just like the abo criminal kid does all the time.

And once again....he goes briskly walking along the road....but then he changes his mind and walks on the footpath. Then crossed the road and goes to the Koongamia shops area. -- Don't even bother to ask him if he's supposed to be at school.....

Later, the mother of that rented picketted place, she comes out making a rare appearance these days. She ON the roads, pauses, and starts angrily yelling back at the oldest kid who has yelled out soemthing to her as he's hiding in the front yard of their heavily tree and bushes filled place. - The mother certainly looks a lot thinnner than has always been. But she's wearing the same rough clothing she does. She keeps angrily jabbiong at the air at the oldest kid and demanding soemthing (to stay?), and she finally turns about and continues walking on the road and goes away.

But the oldest boy of that household has been skulking about in the yard and endlessly prowling about in the yard......

That brought out one of the criminal aboriginal kids who NEVER EVER EVER GOES TO SCHOOL and she walked all ON along the roads and carrying on to herself as she listend to some iPod or whatever else whe's got plugged into her head via wired headphones. She walks up towards the Koongamia shops. A car comes along, an innocent member of the public, but she doesn't get off the road. It wouldn't matter or not. They just don't. -- She doesn't stay long at the Kongamia shops. She returns empty-handed and walks along the roads and aimlessly walks about. She's long since taken off the headphones and is twirling the entire things in her hand constantly. I've lost count the number of times there has been these things smashed and the remains and pieces scattered all over the place because of the criminal aboriginals.

I've lost count the number of times this very same girl, and the same aboriginals from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD just throw rubbish all about.......rubbish that then blows into peoples yards. The innocent people NEVER do ANY of the rubbish making. And yet it is the INNOCENT people who are constantly having to work to keep everything tidy. That and crows and birds which fly down and will sometimes pick up the food rubbish that aboriginals have flung. - The entire area has rubbish everywhere and it's all because of the criminals of the aboriginal CRIMIAL HOUSEHOLD who don't give a shit about anything. You can watch them and you will be amazed at how vicious they strip things of their wrappers, then just throw the wrappers as they are standing or walking along the streets. I don't mean just careless 'littering', I mean it is a constant state of their existance. They don't give a shit. REALLY. Not of anyone or ANYTHING.

Later, there was a group of aboriginals that came out of the 6 Kalara Way residence. It has been a very rare apperance.

They appear well-dressed as if going to front a court apearance. They are all aboriginals. There is an overweight woman, another woman in a long dress, an older teen aboriginal male, an aboriginal small girl, and an aboriginal toddler who is not carried but is told to hurry up and keep up with walking with them. They slowly start their way along the footpaths and go to the Koongamia shops area. a short time later they return. And the other woman with them is reacting any time one of the kids speaks. She tries to heavily smack across the back of their heads with her hand. But they duck. It is amazing to see such timing. It's because it has happend so long and they are so conditioned. She lashes out at the girl she ducks. She lashes out down at the toddler and it ducks. She tries to lash out at the other adult female but she then walks faster and gets ahead of the group. And they go like this all along the footpaths until they arrive and go into 6 Kalara Way. The other aboriginal woman in the long dress comes back out and walks to the nearby bus shelter area. Nobody else goes with her.

Later, nearby medical assistance vehicles have been coming and going numerous times to a nearby innocent residents home and they park outside on the street verge to make their coming and going easier and to have their vehicle parked out in the open in the vain hopes it will not be interfered with.....this is a common occurence these days......

The very end house of Kalara Way street, number 11?, the brand newly built house, which may not even appear on any online maps you look at STILL (including Google's public ones), that place has had aboriginals freely roaming into and out of it too it seems. If so, the aboriginal ghetto is even larger than at first thought or seen.

PLEASE NOTE:--- that I have previoulsy stated in my blog that I was relieved to have thought that that the house next door to the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD had been move into by innocent people. - They did so. - But now it sems as though the place has been devoid of all life since then for many many days.

This has had the effect of emboldening the criminal aborigials of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD to be more overt in doing all that they do.

It seems to have also had a 'knock-on' effect and made so MUCH more goings on occur.

It is now time of the Koongamia school to be out end emptying of its students and mothers have been escorting their children AND carrying their backpacks for them like pack mules and they have been briskly walking about on the footpaths. Normal innocent people are really just so completely uncommon and when they walk by it is out-of-the-ordinary in this hellhole. -- Sometimes it's as if I want to cheer out loud for them to ncourage them in the face of so much shittynes in these strests for them to hang in trere and be bold and proud.

And an anonymous dark sedan has once more taken up it's standard position in the car park area......and of course nobody gets out, nobody gets in, and it may or may not stay there for a short while or not.......

And before I forget to mention it...the black dog of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD was out this morning roaming the strets on its own......but they don't care about the kids they have in that house doing exactly the same ALL DAY and in the dark. One one day last week they made a show of leading it out on a dog lead abut the streets. But that only lasted just that one day. It was a one-off bullshit show. (the last dog lead still lies hanging in the elctricity wires where it was thrown there.)

STOP PRESS:-----at 3:08pm.....a West Australian POLICE 'paddy wagon' kind of vehicle (not a 4WD type) went slowly around and past the aboriginal ghetto area. Aboriginal kids were wandering on the streets but the POLICE did nothing. The POLICE vehicle went to the bottom of Kalara Way street and was stopped there for awhile (looking around or looking ahead?), and then it slowly drove off eastwards along Clayton Street and continued its patrol.

And it was VERY closely being watched by (all pervasive) aboriginal kids of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD who as soon as the POLICE vehicle had gone, literally sprinted back into the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.

P.@17:21----I love YOU deer sweet FLiss and want to be with yiou.. Withouyt being with you Fliss I am reduced to a lessir persn than I am to duekl with all this hehllhole