Some Things I Did Once When I Was Pissed Off:


"Will" (A dufferent one than the one I know) once said "Hey man, if you want to smoke, just buy a bag." When I asked him if he wanted to share any of the weed he was flashing around.

I reached into his jar in about two seconds time flat, and stole about an eighths worth out of his great supply he got later on, and then he walked back into the room as I held it in my hand, and then wrapped it in some toilet-paper plastic in the bathroom, and then just walked out of his place.

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Russian Federation was really pissing me off, so I astral projected, so to speak, into one of their churches, and shot everyone with a sound-gun (psionic weapon) in the church, for about five minutes, while shouting "Fuck Russia."

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Les had a bag of weed for me once, and he was just sleeping til the next day to give it to me. I had no license, and I don't really drive. I got into my parents car, and parked it perfectly when I got back with the weed. He had a hammer in his hand when he opened the door. I'm sure he scared me more than I scared him. Good for him and his hammer. I needed a half-ounce of BC Bud because I had no weed for the night.

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Another time, I stole my parents car, I drove into Bar Harbor and parked it in the Rite-Aid parking lot. A cop tracked me down, and only gave me a warning, since my mom came to town and got the car back.

Again, I was just in search of weed.

I stayed in town that night and got stoned and drunk with my friends Will and Brian.

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Some guy tried to hit on my girlfriend once, and I called him at his workplace and verbally, and very verbosely used the phrase "She has a boyfriend" over and over again, while he kept on just saying in his rednecky voice "What now..?"

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At church after Rumi cheated on me, I drank the entire chalice of church-wine, and a girl saw. It gave me a buzz.

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A man got in my face with a gun once -- virtually -- so I found him somewhere in the media world, and fried his pineal with a loud psionic wave for about as long as it took to render an electrouction effect, that he became quite mute, and silent, since he was one of my fellow dark illuminati -- my own group --

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I read the Malleus Malificarum (The Witches Hammer) -- a book used for witches to hunt other witches.

Even though I have been a born-into the clan "member" of the Dark Illuminati, I have also punished, and electrocuted several out of them out of rage alone. Probably at least twenty of my own spiritual family.


They have trouble trusting me now, and we're still trying to work it out.


-BLS