Just got to the internet place. Clearly another bullying cycle has started. First, earlier while I was writting the previous note, a motorbike gang stalker drove past, the bloke driving had a really horse voice, sounds like he has some vocal chord issues, perhaps a polip, something I have had btw, so I know what it sounds like. Well guess what, in one of the shop cafes I often go to, every afternoon a bloke shows up that has literally the same voice. Anyhow he drives past blah blahing about something or other, and the long legged girl sitting on the back says loudly 'I love'.
A short while later I make my way to the internet place, on route I first have to walk around a small mound of used white tissues that have been left scattered. This had stopped happening, but I guess they are back to their old tricks again. I continue to the corner where the dead rat was previously left and also a brick on a separate a occasion. It’s been a while since the weird old lady that does her pretend humping exercise was there, but she’s there again this morning, both hands holding the fence, legs spread, doing her weird pretend humping thing.
I am reminded at this point that yesterday in the park, right after I had nearly been murdered, so I was quite shell shocked, sitting resting, some badmington players, a bloke and young woman about the same age were having a conversation. The girl kept using the english word 'money' over and over. When I looked directly opposite me about 30 yards away, suddenly an old lady who had been standing there waiting, sprung into action, opened a wallet and looked through it for a few moments, then put it away, put her two hands on the bench near her and started doing the pretend humping thing. Same as the weird old lady from the dead rat / brick corner. I said something, I can’t remember what, it wasn’t rude or overly loud, just enough for her to hear me, she scurried away very quickly. There were loads more strange incidents that I won’t go into now.
I continue to the next corner where there is a middle aged slightly large lady wearing head to toe the brightest white outfit ever, very keen to try to make eye contact with me as I pass. Is this the start of the white tsunami that I predicted? I guess we shall see. The thing that makes me think I’m entering a white tsunani is that the shop cafe where the polup horse voice guy shows up, is the place where recently on the very white walls a small erect penis + balls with a forward slash / above it, was grafiti’d on the wall, just to the right and a few meters on front of where I sit, so it’s always in some way in my periferal vision.
I did write recently that I like urban art, but let’s be honest, this isn’t quite Banksy caliber art we’re talking about here. It’s juvenile crap being used by pervert gang stalkers to sexually harrass people.
Another thing that happened as I walked to the internet place, a motorbike taxi, wearing yellow tshirt, stopped to ask if I wanted a ride. That’s extremely unusual at this time in the morning. I can only remember one other time a moto taxi stoped during this walk at this hour. This time he simply said 'Be the one, motorbike?'. That was about 50 yards before encountering the all in white woman at the corner. And guess what, I followed Keanu Reeves yesterday on Threads. What are the chances?
Btw, murderer bloke from yesterday is once again in a mood and pretending to blow his nose everytime he passes me as he moodily walks up and down the path preparing the sandwich stand. #