Friday, June 19, 2020

Hello. Good news, now I’m the richest man in the world and have many wives and children. Also I’m chasing a 50PK if anyone knows how to help.

Friday, December 08, 2017

World War Five!

Hooray! The United States of America finally declared war against the Republic of Ts'rnia formerly known as the Commonwealth of Australia. My homemade border defences are keeping their waves of attack at sea or killing the fools as they try to cross our ocean border. I already declared their civilians at home to be militiamen women and child soldiers, they were all trained in weapons use so I easily killed them for being enemy combatants even though they were over there in America. It is stupid of them to pick on us here, our written history dates back 128,029 years. Our oral history dates back more than a million years. One day, 128,029 years ago, a man said "This is the first year that we record the number of years so it is the year one." A million years ago, Australian Shoemaker were sailing past the molten lava that was making Australia (Australia and Ts'rnia are synonymous.) and landing on the cooled far end where they could speak without the other creatures hearing what they say.
            I've killed and vaporised over 50,000,000,000 criminals, I'm the chief executioner for the international law computer. Nearly all were cannibals, a type of unhealthy and evil humanoid that eats human beings bodies. One of them was black! He used to kill people and eat them, he probably had been adopted out as a baby to people descended from Europeans. This current World War, World War Five, the Global War on Crime and Evil has had many more deaths but not much infrastructure damage.
         This is all the things I am...

A doctor because I have 92,000 phds,
A Knight because on February 2nd 1982 I was awarded a British Knighthood,
A King because at birth I was King of Ireland, Scotland, Wales, England and Italy.
An Emperor because I was promoted to Emperor of Australia, then and Antarctica also South America, North America and on and on till I gained in one title Emperor of the World, Emperor of the Roman Empire, Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire. Ages ago I purchased Ancient Roman Currency and donated a unit of it each to every City and Town in the world and more recently to every nation's Treasury. That makes the whole world part of the Holy Roman Empire.

I'm a Celtic Italian, adopted by every Ts'rnian native tribe including tribes I discovered and named.
Ts'rnia or to use the foreign name Australia, is owned now on the International Property Register by the tribe Australian Shoemaker since the year 1,000,050 B.C. I helped with the discovery of the landowner tribe and their introduction to the International Property Register and in thanks I was adopted, made Chief and Owner of Australia. I've only seen one of them once with my eyes but we know us well. Harvard University has Audio-Visual recording of some of them dancing but I was quietly informed by my adopted tribe that they danced badly on purpose. I arranged using my own matter, technology and computers for Australian Shoemaker to have the world's most advanced aircraft for their role, all official and legitimately part of our laws here, as our military. A funny story, recently a loser ship asked how many planes we could put up and I responded "A hundred and one", knowing that a hundred war planes makes us a superpower. Asked to demonstrate, I asked Australian Shoemaker to fly 101,000,000 aircraft, they were immediately in the air and was berated by the fool on the loser ship "That's 101 million not a hundred and one"
"I must have miscalculated." I said.

Sir King Emperor Kieran Francis Xavier Harman.

Friday, November 24, 2017

Kill all police families in every country, they are illegal. I finally have an apartment to live in here in Western Australia. Western Australia is a province of the Republic of Ts'rna, newly renamed with laws now instead of hacker hansard barrels. There have been countless attacks against us but I used my skills to kill every person except Pygmys, Trolls and Chimps in South Africa. I've also been killing Europeans for attacking. My favourite Ts'rnian Tribe is Australian Shoemaker. The Tribe Australian Shoemaker is the Landowner of Ts'rna (Australia) and I have been adopted as a member and am already the chief. My Tribe, Australian Shoemaker has lived in Ts'rna since it began forming more than a million years ago. They (we) still maintain a six month day and six month night in their underground cities. They are true. Are you?

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

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Thursday, November 05, 2015

All the way to Bentley

Now I rent a room in Bentley. I've been here a month. Before I moved here I spent 127 days held captive by terrorists in an abandoned maximum security prison in Mt Claremont. The terrorists wanted my bank accounts. Amongst the locals the terrorists pass themselves off as psychiatric workers. On a number of mornings I would awaken to the knowledge that the terrorist hospital had stolen $1,000,000,000,000,000,000.00 from me again. I would determine their method, reclaim my money, and prevent that style of financial crime from occurring again. Some of their methods used simple faults with the bank computer's programming such as the computer believing anything if a terrorist said "preacher said" or transferring anyone's money anywhere if a terrorist said "doctor said". It's a good thing I own Bank of America or it wouldn't have been updated and terrorists would still have unlimited funds. Whilst captive in the abandoned maximum security prison some of the female staff took a shine to me and I got some of them pregnant. When they wanted to sleep with me they would ask me and I would say yes then they would call their boss and ask and their boss would say no unless you rape him. Later I would go to sleep and the woman would sneak into my room and inject me so I would stay unconscious then ride me for an hour. If they conceived this way they would let me know and I would suggest they ring paternity-line who would send an aircraft armed with a laser so thin it's non-invasive, the laser would test the paternity of the woman's fertilized egg and since I was the Dad ten billion dollars was instantly transferred to their personal bank account. The ten billion is intended to be spent on giving the child a respectable upbringing. I also got my secretary and her Mum, my Mayor of Vincent Secretary from North Perth that is, I got them pregnant while I was held captive. I also got another woman pregnant (nuff said) and I deflowered a virgin and tasted her plucked off hymen. All secret from the terrorists.
   Before the terrorists captured me I lived in North Perth. It began in Fremantle. I got evicted! With one days notice! I left my stuff behind and hung around Perth and Kings Park. During these two days I worked closely with France exhuming French People from mass graves in kings park so they could be returned home. Around a million victims found in mass graves in Kings Park here in Perth, Western Australia, have been returned to their homeland of france. I sure got plenty of medals for my role. After two days hanging around I was despairing when somebody gave me a note with an address, phone number and the words $200 a week rent. The next day I called and started renting in North Perth. I was already mayor of Fremantle and Perth and the good folk of North Perth made me mayor of Vincent in about two weeks. I discovered a mass grave under my room, 250,000 more French, crushed by an electric steam-roller in the early 1800's. I was an expert at mass graves by then and simply teleported them to superverse city where they are getting on with their lives. Superverse city was founded in June 2014 and is now the most modern and dynamic city on Earth. Instead of driving cars they fly on flying carpets and their favorite sport is riding four metre waves on surfboards indoors. It is an indigenously produced West Australian city that I bought the equipment for. I'm so proud.
       So I got evicted from Fremantle, moved to North Perth, got captured by terrorists, and moved to Bentley. I've been here a month and got about eight Bentley girls pregnant but I got attacked by an Australian poofta in my sleep and destroyed the population in the other states of Australia. Today Australia got a new constitution, the Commonwealth of Napoleon Bonaparte's Isle of Wadjuk ratified it's constitution today. The legal constitution of australia is called the Constitution of Napoleon Bonaparte's Isle of Wadjuk. It is similar to the voided Commonwealth of Australia constitution but for a name change and deletion of references to Terra Nullius or false claims of an empty land devoid of human life.
     I must mention my marriage. I am married to Trudy Windsor-Harman, the successor to Queen Elizabeth 2nd. We courted for around a year and were married on September 12th 2014. Trudy is so exciting! And so loyal.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

War!

I have been living in Fremantle since May this year. I'm treated like a third class citizen. An old German was living nearby pretending to be a doctor. He decided that all the babies born at Fremantle Hospital must return at the age of three and either have their penises bitten off by him or be raped depending on their gender. This had been going on for generations.                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                       
I work as:-                                                                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                                                     
-Emperor of Australia.                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                       
-Governor-General of Australia.                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                       
-Acting Prime Minister of Australia.                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                                                                      
-Acting Premier of Western Australia.                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                     
-Acting Mayor of Perth.                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                                                                    
-Acting Mayor of Fremantle.                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                                                                     
...I don't get paid!                                                                                                                                        
    

Friday, July 04, 2014

Methamphetamine raid at Fremantle Hospital

Fremantle. With all the thousands of kilograms of methamphetamine being brought through the port and stored at the Fremantle Hospital everyone has gone crazy. 

Friday, June 27, 2014

Port Fremantle in Western Australia.

For the past couple of months I've been living at 425/100 Hampton Road in Fremantle in Western Australia. The building was originally used by the local hospital but was sold in the early seventies, more than forty years ago. It became housing for Aboriginal Natives of Australia, the people who have lived in Australia, or to use it's ancient and true name, Wadjuk, for hundreds of thousands of years. After it's sale in 1971, the building's residents were, one a day, taken away by force by the local health clinic known as Fremantle Hospital. The Wadjuk natives were, once they had arrived at the clinic, put to death. Afterwards the clinic claimed to still own 100 Hampton Road in Fremantle. 
   There is a tunnel network throughout the area here and shafts run from Fremantle Hospital to 100 Hampton Road. Often here we are attacked by the 'hospital'. Most nights they come through the tunnels armed with automatic rifles hoping to murder one of us residents here. 'Jump!' I can say as they approach the building underground, making them leap as high as they can while inside an illegal low-ceilinged shaft. They don't live. Sometimes they get inside the building and the same technique works. Because they jump so high when asked, if this happens outdoors they break when they land.
       I strolled down to the supermarket today and bought blue cheese, meat, vegetable juice, smokes. Near the supermarket I was shot in the chest from inside an office. The bullet vaporized as it flew through the window so I'm still ok. It appeared to be a lawyers office so I told the fool inside the building that I would sue. I probably won't bother but it frightened the timid Perv person.
    I'm a man that needs female companionship, from all the women, an emotional bond so I can feel free. I also need a woman for sex, a woman that expects me to have sex with her. I need a cooperative woman. I'm such a gentle lover and Westralian women are all 'harder, harder!' 

Friday, April 18, 2014

New Post.
Since last writing there have been some developments. I helped France recover antique documents from Western Australia which were used in a court in the European Union to prove that France has owned the island of Australia since 1471 A.D., and that France and the French people, legally under Napolean, still own the island of Australia. Now I have four Croix de Guerre awards. Also Michigan uni gave me five new PhDs and Oxford Uni did too so I now have fifteen PhDs. When I wrote the last post on this blog I was in Bentley Hospital in W.A. recovering from what I was told at the time was mental illness. It turns out they just said that because they were Australians that drugged me unconscious at Royal Perth Hospital then raped me and tried to stab me to death by cutting an artery near my prostate. They had already stabbed me twice in the back as I slept. I've been told that I bled out before being handed to a surgeon who removed my prostate because he was told to. Somehow I was allowed to recover after being given blood, probably infected blood, I mean this is Australia. The U.S. Military told me about this rape and murder attempt by Royal Perth Hospital staff. Royal Perth Hospital staff have said nothing to me about it. I feel betrayed by Australians, you know them, those people who are so useless they should be extinct with their pale skin and lack of civility, not to mention their revoltingly disgusting attitudes towards people that aren't completely devoid of all intelligence and human feeling. In my heart I know now from this experience that people here in Perth are so extremely evil that they cannot live any longer. This colony of perverted murderers is sentenced to death. It is true.

Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Heating up

I'm back in Perth in Western Australia. Rumour has it that I had a Vc before I left Perth but now I have 2VC's and three Croix de Guerre medals. I also have five PhDs from Melbourne university. Most people her would rather wallow in ignorance than to learn my true record, I was shot at for days by local methgangs who were paid by the Australian Liberal Party to become assassins. I am secure now, I handed myself in to the hospital who are hiding me here. Life should be easier once the election time in S.A. is over. If you are interested in me writing for you then go  to 
KieranHarman.com

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

War criminals in Salisbury!

I've been in my apartment in Salisbury for nine and a half months now. Some months back I was in the laundry smoking a joint of synthetic marijuana when I felt a strange feeling in my brain that I recognized from a bar I went to in Germany in 1996. It is a sort of weak feeling on one side of the head and to me felt typically German because I felt the same way in Germany years before. I said very quietly 'There's an old German here I know. An old German, actually practicing Nazism. Nearby an old woman talked in a fearful way and admitted that his real name was Heimlich Himmler. Now I had seen a documentary about the 'Final Solution' during the Nazi Regime and I had seen the film of the meeting where Heimlich Himmler lied and said a famine was coming where 6 million people would die and that it would be better if six million people were executed so they wouldn't starve and go crazy and that there just happened to be six million Jewish people in Nazi areas and why shouldn't they execute them? Instead of being shot for the very idea, I mean if they believed the famine story they could have arranged to import food, instead of shooting this criminal Heimlich Himmler, the others at the meeting supported the idea of mass-murdering the Jewish people and the Holocaust began. This old German I detected's wife claiming that his real name was Heimlich Himmler really put my hackles up especially as I had felt that strange German 'brown feeling' and blamed him. I heard his voice nearby and he sounded like he was being terrorised or held at knifepoint or something. I asked him some questions in an irate way finishing with the question 'Are you human?' He answered in a crying way 'Of course I am.'   I never heard his voice again but I learned that there were four of these old Germans around, Germans who had fled Germany and landed illegally in Australia to escape justice. Two of them came first to prepare an airfield. In 1943 the other two arrived having fled the Russian advance on Berlin. One of these two was Heimlich Himmler. Six weeks after my learning of Heimlich's existence I heard he had been found at the bottom of the local well. I had found out that people's murdered bodies were regularly tossed down the well and I made such a fuss that a wellman was employed to go check the well. I told the police that all I wanted for the well information was to know how many people were thrown down there. They told me as each haul came to surface as the well is nearby, I have heard the lid clank back down late at night. The total was 34 murder victims, some recent, some just skeletons. One living person was found down there, Heimlich Himmler! He had spent six weeks at the bottom of the well and had survived by eating the dead. He escaped charges of cannibalism by claiming 'I thought it was chicken' but was put in the psychiatric ward of the local hospital. Before he was discovered down there I had assumed he must be dead as I had heard no further about him. I overheard a claim that I had been given a second V.C. because of his death, you see Nazis are not allowed to die of old age, they are sentenced to death. I prayed to France for a Croix de Guerre but was told no because he did not get a trial. When I found out he was in hospital I wanted to talk to France and luckily one time shortly after while I was coming home from the shop a woman of African descent was waking toward me when she said 'French' from some meters away. I was impressed because I love French women and once I had walked past her I said 'He's in hospital, in the psych ward' 'Heimlich?' she asked from behind. I said 'yep' and she asked which one so I told her Lyell McEwin Hospital. A few days later I heard that Heimlich Himmler had been taken to France for specialist treatment, then I heard he was on trial in France charged with six million counts of murder. I heard he came out of sedation in a French courtroom, looked around and said 'Kieran' and promptly died of heart failure. So he got to France for his trial. And now people say I have a Croix de Guerre. They say I have two Victoria Crosses, a Croix de Guerre, an English Knighthood and five PhDs. I have no proof of having any of these things. They say they found out by getting a background check on me and checking Global Lists. I can do this myself for $55 but I doubt it will say that I have these things so I'd rather not check then I don't know for sure either way. So Heimlich came to Australia in 1943 and he came with a strange companion who claimed to be Adolph Hitler. This creep that claimed to be Adolph Hitler came to bother me one by standing outside my window. I could tell he was dangerous and might shoot me through the window so I decided to humour him, I called him a cunt and told him to confess to the pope and begin helping to denazify the planet so he went off claiming he would fly to Rome in his personal Harrier Jumpjet and came back later telling me he had hurt the pope but someone else said it was the Pope's brother and claiming to have bombed Europe with radiation weapons. To be honest I got sick of humouring him, at one point I asked him if he had half a brain because he seemed like part of his brain was missing, he took this as a compliment leading me to deduce that he was in fact a headless body with a fake head that had been kept alive by Heimlich Himmler for seven decades. One of my neighbours, Joddah, a Lebanese Gentleman who grew up as a Hezbollah soldier, he climbed the fence and attacked this 'Hitler'. First Joddah went to chop off his head but the blade struck metal. Then Joddah pulled of his head, it was fake anyway. Later Joddah told me that he had cut his heart into small pieces and thrown him down the well. Joddah is no longer with us but he may have finally killed Adolph Hitler who was in hiding in Australia for seven decades without a head. It would have been better if he had had a trial. I have spoken to one of the other Germans, one who just came to build an airstrip in 1942. I helped him develop a passion for computers and he loves computing now. He and I have become friends but we have never met, he gets somebody to come nearby holding a phone that he is on. Salisbury is very quiet and the custom is if somebody wants to talk to you they don't ring you or knock on the door, they come within earshot of your dwelling and converse from outside where you can't see them. I have had many conversations with people on the phones of people who are nearby but out of sight. Salisbury. It's so quaint.

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Salisbury

I've been living in my apartment in Salisbury for four months. When I first arrived a sweet and adorable young woman named Evelyn was shot by her husband then strangled to death by him as she recovered in hospital. Last week a new arrival here from Western Australia shot his son then was shot himself by the investigating police. As the policewoman fired she said 'That's what we think of scum like you, think you can come here and kill your relative!' The lady upstairs got raped again last weekend while I slept, I don't know who it was this time, last time it was the elderly man next-door to me. A lady across the way had taken a cialis when we agreed she could come see me for some love-making but before she could complete the short walk to my place she had been raped and was too sore to come over. I have not properly made love for months and I am becoming increasingly frustrated. I really need a steady girlfriend to make my life bearable.

Monday, April 22, 2013

What a night last night. Yesterday I consumed Kava, I didn't drink it, the government doesn't let me import it. No, I swallowed Kava tablets, too many, and it made me drunk. But then I couldn't sleep all night. I had the radio on, Newsradio, and the news was on all night. I'm still not sure whether I was dozing and half dreaming but I remember hearing that the mass murderer who poses as the West Australian Government leader, his name is Colin Burnett, I heard that he had been killed by a bomb. In itself this could be considered some sort of accident, he is very clumsy and stupid, but somehow it seemed that for some reason I myself was somehow being blamed for his stupidity! Gee why on Earth would I want some Nazi Party, I mean Liberal Party criminally insane low IQ thug of a mass murderer killed by a bomb? Sure a trial and execution would make sense but a BOMB!? I don't really like them much I mean sure explosives have a purpose like in mining, you know blasting a pit-mine deeper but how can he be forced to confess before a judge when a bomb has killed him? I suspect that perhaps his drug dealer bosses may be Al Qaeda and wanted him dead so he couldn't testify against them at his trial. And what is with me getting the blame? Did I somehow quickly rush off to Perth, set off a bomb, something I don't like at all, and then quickly rush back to Salisbury, on foot? A 6000  kilometre round trip? In the blink of an eye? No, no. Far more likely is that I was still drunk on the Kava and imagined the news reports. After all, political enemies of mine have said for years that everything I think and know and perceive is fictional and false, plus I've even been falsely imprisoned and heavily sedated and suffered a dozen or so execution attempts. So I guess I must say with all certainty; Kava, Kava, Kava, Kava, Kava, Kava!!

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Adelaide;

I've been living in South Australia since the middle of January however I was back in Perth for two weeks about a month ago.  I'm renting a two bedroom unit in Salisbury, which is a 20 minute train ride from Adelaide. I can walk to Salisbury town centre in ten minutes which is very convenient since I don't drive a car. When I came back from Perth recently my Perth friend was on the same flight and has moved close by here in Salisbury, I was over there earlier today having dinner. Aside from her and her sister I don't know anyone in South Australia. What I have noticed about the people over here is that the women are really nice! I haven't really chatted with any of them yet but there is definitely something about them that I really like. Everywhere I go in Adelaide the women seem so much nicer than the women in Perth. Their totally different attitude is part of it, also they appear so much more intelligent and are also free with their warm love, unlike Perth women. I'm desperately in need of a girlfriend/lover and know it may be hard for me to find one yet I still feel loved because the women here are so nice.

Saturday, February 09, 2013

I went to my 2:30 appointment at Perth Inner City Mental Health clinic today. After talking for an hour I was given a pamphlet with telephone numbers of emergency shelters. After that I was given an injection of medicine mixed with hand cream. The hand cream was put in the syringe because I am a member of the Australian Labor Party and the Irish Protestant nurse was a stupid murderer. Due to my survival and need for milk to make coffee I went back to the city in the evening. It was amusing, I was considered famous by some of the people going about their business. Others commented on how tough I was, even my Mum was mentioned, apparently my calling her and telling her about the assassination attempt was found amusing. I have a splitting headache and want to vomit and am not sure if I will survive till morning but I have high hopes. Even if I do die in my sleep then I can still pretend to be an air plane and what better place is there to do that than heaven?

Friday, February 08, 2013

I'm in Perth. Hermanna has room for my suitcase till March. I want to continue my study at the University of Western Australia but if I can't find a bed in Perth I will follow her to Adelaide. Maybe mid-year I'll be able to study at a University there. I feel recovered from mental illness and have been eating a spoon of shilajit every morning. It tastes like a cross between soy sauce and vegemite and has a good medicinal reputation. I am under pressure to find housing for myself and my income is too low to afford rent. I can always pretend I am an airplane.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Free at last

I have left Western Australia and have made it safely to Adelaide. I am feeling like a new person that is free. Here I can be myself. Perth is full of childish bullying cowards that believe having an IQ that is above about 50 or 60 means you have no right to live. I could not secure housing anywhere in Perth and my 12 month stay at the homeless shelter was over. Rather than be murdered as I slept on the sidewalk or in a park I have come to Adelaide. Adelaide is wonderful. Perth is a pit of despair where living is overpriced and miserable if you can afford it. Western Australia is beautiful and truly deserves much better than the current regime. 100,000 people live in Perth, Westralia's capital. To prevent an attack from the sea Australia claims there are 2 million people in Perth however there are not 2 million people stupid enough to do so. On a French language map of the world Perth is spelt Perv. Perv. A person born in Perv is a 'pervert' and this word entered the English language. If you check an English language dictionary a pervert is a sexually abnormal person. Perverse means obstinately or willfully or unreasonably or blindly or unaccountably wrong. Like most Perth people. Western Australia was colonised by French settlers in 1780. In 1829 British colonists moved in, and, to legitimize the subsequent British annexation of the Western half of the continent they claimed themselves to be the first Europeans to settle the area. In order to prevent this lie being discovered the French settlers were massacred. This has been a sore point in Anglo-French relations ever since. The French People wish for Western Australia to be formally handed back to them. That is civil. If it was up to me then I would detonate multiple nuclear explosives in the ocean nearby causing a huge ocean surge which would wipe Perth/Perv away like the hand of God himself. They just won't stop lying! In 1967 they were forced to admit the existence of the supercool natives, until then they believed that they would be able to massacre all of them and pretend that they were never there. Like they did to the French settlers. Even today the ill-bred whites there pretend the natives don't exist. The whites think it is ok to pretend the natives are not there making it hard for the natives to cross a busy road. France must try and understand that Western Australia is theirs and that letting the Australian Liberal Party run what is effectively a Nazi Regime is simply not acceptable. Yes France has the right to stop these Liberal Party Nazis but it is also France's DUTY to stop them and it is simply not acceptable to allow them to go unpunished. 

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Christmas in Perth

I spent the last week in Perth's mental asylum. Christmas was cool, I got a red singlet, tartan shorts, Zaxon thongs, shower gel and two chocolates, one of which I exchanged for a cigarette. I have no memory of my best friend visiting me but she can recollect the event well. I think the chlorpromazine must have addled my memory. Now that I am allowed back into the outside world I can enjoy the luxury of living in a homeless shelter. What fun Perth is.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

If I am not mistaken the police chief and chief scientist were lovers before being murdered as witnesses to the massacre of the many. The Liberal Party member called Colin Barnett who acted irresponsibly has probably taken his own life. Australian Republican law has been proclaimed meanwhile the paperwork has not caught up. 
Interim orders 1) Don't hurt anyone or break anything. 2) Clearly have no criminal intentions.
Enforceable by members of public.

Liberte
All good. I needn't have worried so much about my friend Ali, he is alive and well. Sometimes I fear for everyone and fear everyone too much I guess. I am trying to find a flat that I can afford to rent. I find it hard to get money here as there are no jobs available. A local trick here is to have a 'help wanted' sign out front of a business and then insult and turn away anyone who comes in seeking work. 

Here in Perth or Perv as the French call it, there has been a horrible massacre. The above mentioned local trick was employed on a mass scale by the Liberal Party here. People came from all over but were murdered and cremated unless they bought real estate. And they didn't build a single extra house. Everyone smart enough here knows, I want you to know as well. Here in Perth there was a Nazi style holocaust. The survivors collaborated, I am a victim that survived and I know what is being covered up. So does GOD, and now so do you. Please send an international expeditionary force with investigators. We must prevent this happening again, anywhere.

Liberte x x

24 hours


Last night I was hungry after blogging my last post and decided to have a hamburger. At the central McDonalds in Perth, the capital of and largest city in Western Australia, I bought a BigMac meal and then sat and ate at one of the only six seats in the restaurant. I still think that that is not very many seats for a McDonalds in what is supposed here to be a big city. Strangers sat with me as I ate and I overheard one tell the other two that the three of them would kill me on my way home. As I walked home I passed a man sleeping in the open and when I heard a knife cutting flesh behind me I concluded that one of the three tailing me had murdered the man that was asleep. A native Australian Aboriginal girl had just walked past when I heard this and I overheard her approach to the killer and her last words "You won't leave Australia alive you know" and then again that awful sound. I suppose that I must have appeared oblivious to these happenings behind me as I continued walking. As I reached a corner two young men rounded the curve and one looked at me saying "Hello Sir". "Good Day Sir" I replied, lowering my head humbly as they passed. Behind me one asked, maybe the same one, asked "Should I?" and I said yes quietly and heard a gun pop at the same time. The British knifeman, I conclude, had been executed by an Australian Republican soldier. Thank GOD for this Republican sense of right and wrong. There is no way that a policeman could have prevented that assassin from killing me without some sort of fault found. These Australian Republicans have saved my life many times. Today one of my friends that lives at the same homeless shelter as me seemed to have disappeared. If I don't see him tomorrow then I will conclude that the 'Royal Perth hospital' have murdered him because he is called Amir in his homeland, Afghanistan. Tonight I have come to my friends place to stay over but my Tamikah will not sleep with me so I'm on the couch writing this. Have a safe day, Love.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Blast!


A few days ago I felt a blast then heard one and nobody has told me what it was. I have overheard that it was parliament house being demolished but when I asked somebody about it I got the impression that I should not ask about it. And I was told it never happened. I am in Western Australia. Today was odd. While at the home of one of my lovers I recieved the impression that one of my friends had been murdered. And later my lover served me food with red streaks in it. I hope I am paranoid and wrong about this but she may have served me his blood. I can't tell anyone but my blog lets me tell everyone. I really feel sick. Love

Friday, December 07, 2012

Hi

Today there was a residents meeting at the homeless shelter I live in and some guy told me heard music in his head and it wouldn't go away and that the doctors couldn't explain it and would I mind trying to find out about it online. So I found out it's called musicalhallucinosis and he needs 5 mg Aricept at night.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Well I woke up today refreshed. I slept at home last night after a few drinks at a friends place. I was shown a cartoon on youtube called "The Sad Teddy". I think the youtube channel is called AustralieRepublique. It was so funny. I dreamed the world changed because of that poor sad teddy. I'm having some drinks again later. At present on another computer I am downloading 22 Astrophysics lectures from Yale university using itunes u. They are free! But it takes a while to download them all at 0.4 MB per sec. Oh well, I better log off, my friend and I are angling toward having a child together. I better sms back...

Monday, September 24, 2012

What a great day I've had.  I woke up at Hermanna's and she left for lunch at Perth's only casino. I came home to Ngulla Mia and had lunch then I went to visit my friend Tamika in hospital. Now I am at Ngulla Mia waiting for dinner. Later I will have a glass of beer at Hermanna's and then a good long sleep. Have a great day everyone!

Saturday, September 22, 2012

I checked an Old Norse dictionary. The word I wanted was not there. I'll try a Scottish dictionary. Hermanna has woken and made me a coffee. Not much else has happened here. The Space Shuttle Endeavour has made some low flights over Californian landmarks in front of spectators on her way to her resting place in a museum. I'd love to go flying in that machine.
Good morning! It's quiet here at Hermanna's, she is asleep and there is no traffic outside. The only sounds are the wind in the trees and newsradio's Saturday morning programming. I like newsradio it's not as dumb as some other radio stations. The steamboat Castella based in Hobart turns 100 today and is Australia's oldest licensed ferry. A barrel of oil costs $117 US.  A few nights ago I was awake late and tried getting a beer in Northbridge but everywhere was closed. Last night I soothed the hurt that caused me by buying a bottle of beer from the local shop here. I really enjoyed having a glass of beer and a few pipes of cannabis while my best mate Kate set up an Internet dating website profile for me. I like adult humans of the opposite gender to me and I never get a fuck so Kate who is so dear to me is trying to help. Hi Kate! I know you're reading this! I live in Perth which is named after a town in Scotland. In 1266 the Treaty of Perth was signed and the Norse agreed to leave most of Scotland in return for money. (A random fact for you.) Perth is a word that comes from the Old Norse language that the Vikings spoke. The University of Western Australia does not have a English/Old Norse Dictionary but does have an English/Old Icelandic dictionary which should allow me to conclude my research into the meaning of the word Perth. Iceland was settled by Vikings so Old Icelandic is really Old Norse. Now I'm curious about the period in Iceland between Viking expansion and Columbus's expedition west to the America's. Were they cut off from Europe? I'll try and find out. Ok, signing off, research to do.

Friday, September 21, 2012

I woke up this morning at my friend's place. I suppose I should introduce her. Her name is Hermanna and she is 56 years old. I guess you could say she is retired since she will probably not work again. She lives in a 2 bedroom flat a ten minute train ride from my current lodgings. When I awoke this morning she was gone already, headed out to get a facial. I guess she worries about wrinkles. I made a coffee and smoked some pot and cigarettes while listening to some music I had stored on my phone. After getting dressed I went to the train station and the train soon took me home. I had trouble walking as my new shoes seem to hurt my feet a little. About my home. I am staying at a mental health recovery centre that runs a 12 month program intended to promote recovery from schizophrenia or depression or whatever other emotional disorder one might have. I have been here 8 months. I had no idea what recovering would be like but as it has slowly begun to happen for me I must admit it is quite pleasant. So since I got home this morning I have had lunch and of course started this blog. My wonderful friend Kate was a big part of me deciding to create this blog. She suggested that I write a journal and I kept that up for the last couple of weeks but hey its 2012 and a blog is cooler than a journal. I can be really honest in what I write in this blog and remain anonymous so you can know all my secrets but you won't know who I am.