How Much Of The "Willing Suspension Of Disbelief" Has To Do With This?

 I know I am being observed. I know I am being communicated with from somewhere beyond my comprehension. I also know that the tick bite that was inflicted upon me when my family and I were walking somewhere in the Seattle Washington area was on purpose; What purpose was that? I don't know.

I watched a show, based on a comic book, called "Y The Last Man". I've got a notion that I am involved in this, somehow, and I'd like to know how. There has been evidence of tampering of my previous website: www.yamatat.com and I took a screenshot as proof. When I originally set up that website, I neglected to "spend more" for security, as I had trained myself to code said website, to post my podcast.

I'm up to episode 445 of my podcast, and I've sensed some attempted interference from sources unknown. I have posted a new episode, Fridays, and I've missed some time. Missing time...could it be "ALIEN ABDUCTION"??? Perhaps a "TEMPORAL ANOMALY"??? It occurs to me that the readers of this blog are curious as to why I haven't started "moqboymedia.wordpress.com" again as a means of communication. Well...I've had this blog active and I've tried to "restart" the blog at "wordpress", but have had no success.

I am certain that I am being "fucked with" on an astronomical level; I've discussed this before, and I assume I'll be discussing it again, as those who've been "fucking with me" are listening and watching. Be it, "clear titanium", be it "one of those cloaks that made the hobbits look like rocks, or those wizards and witches invisible", be it some kind of "Predator technology", someone or SOME THING has been observing me.

I've observed that I am being observed, and those observers are "ticked off". I'm a heterosexual male, seeking a (or MANY) heterosexual females to have sex with...to date...to start families with. I'd like to have sex again. The last time I had sex was with a woman named Julianna; She knows who she is, and she knows where she is...what she may not know is where I am.

I'd like to know where I am. I've noticed the "foliage" on the bridge near where I've been living is fake. Plastic leaves erected on the pylons supporting the train near my current home. Does this place feel like home? Does this place feel like somewhere I would be willing to settle living here for years at a time? No. This is a waystation, between places. I'm looking forward to moving back to Orcutt, California, and I'm also looking forward to moving back to San Marcos, California...those who've been paying close attention know the exact houses to which I'm referring.

I think I'm in some kind of a paradox, spurned by the "faggots" and the "gays" who are "certain" that I "MIGHT CHANGE MY MIND" as to my sexual orientation. I won't. You have lost. The readers of this blog either agree with me, or you will see consequences you've never imagined.

"BUT YOU SAID THAT THERE NEEDS TO ME MORE MERCY..." Yeah, I said that. I was really high when I said that. I know that whomever is watching and observing is probably some kind of a "fag" that "wishes" I'd venture off my "path" of heterosexuality.

I'm reminded of that animated Disney movie where a poor boy finds a lamp. At some point in that movie, a character named "Jafar" wishes for something to happen...the genie from that same lamp lets him know that that thing he wished for cannot happen. The faggots must die. The homosexuals must die. All of the "Large Marges" and "fake Jessica Rabbits" must die. "BUT MAYBE IF YOU JUST TRIED KISSING ONE OF THE BEASTS..." I'll stop you right there. Shut up, and pay me. Let me leave this "Q Continuum" or whatever-the-fuck you've called it. SHUT THE FUCK UP. LEAVE ME ALONE. LET ME HAVE SEX WITH THOSE I'M SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO! END OF BLOG POST!