“Life is like a performance love, it’s all about what people see you doing.”
The worst people in the world want to become celebrities, they are so smarmy.
I can see the smarm dripping from their fake cheeks and fake jaws.
Lascivious and covered in slime and sometimes in baby oil the dumbest people that you have ever met want to be celebrities. Many of the suburban ones try to do orgies or to be seen as lascivious in order to shake off their bourgeois roots.
It is everyone’s job to hide their dumb.
Lascivious hypersexual people covered in slime, with waxy skin and baby oil sheen. It made them appear to better bad boys to be around the sex obsessed and the peodophiles with an “anything goes attitude” that extended at not rasing an eyebrow about peodophilia and beastialty.
It was just revolting to be forced to hear the conversations about brothels and sex workers and groupies. I had delicate ears before that room so they brought a working class underrated free and paid-in-kind sex worker in who had won the lotto and moved to our dignified, part tweedy, part southern style area. It has more dressage arenas and tennis courts than Mosman or Bellevue Hill. Many people in the Millionaires Row area, as it was dubbed, (the houses on normal block sizes weren’t near us…except for the lotto winner), it was dressage arenas, tennis courts and mansions … more mansions than Bellevue Hill … the lotto winning family squeezed a small concrete court into a creek bed on their almost standard block squeezed in around the mansions on 5 acres. They were a square peg in a round hole and they and their cousins were despised by the neighbours and a source of regular complaints due to petrol head cars, revving of loud engines, and scary looking men who came their from the Closed Brethren church as visitors. They were the oddballs with a murky closed Brethren past. I don’t know if it is a cult but upon studying cults cult members adopt an imperious attitude thinking that they have special information about God that no one else has. It gives them the right to judge and bully other people because they think they are better. Of course growing up without a TV, movies, holidays, friends outside the cult gave the navel gazing members the false hope that they outshone everyone else in the world. What a shock for them to break up a business, simultaneously win the lotto, leave the Closed Brethren also simultaneously) and move to Dural to find that they were the very bottom of the food chain. They were just the odd rough-as-guts people who claimed to have won the lotto. The very bottom of all social ladders. There are no racist people at Dural, they are tweedy and churchy, or racing identities, or wealthy, some are celebrities, 8 or 10 car garages, dressage arenas, tennis courts are the norm.
I was on my way back to Dural when this was all done to me. I already had a brand spanking new home as an investment on a standard block; I couldn’t wait to light a roaring fire there, I would sell my other two homes, invest again and then purchase land so that I could be closer to Arcadia Riding Club for my children. I wanted to give them the same as I had growing up. But they said that they had to explode my life because they had all helped to steal millions. Orgy bogan told me to die so she could keep saying songs were about her to help hide that she helped to steal millions of dollars and engage in a forced labour conspiracy.
Many people considered calling the police on them or the council. The tennis court was on an easement and as a free sex worker who enjoyed orgies and who boasted about the famous men who paid her to steal millions of dollars from me, she was rewarded for making up lies and defaming the area, all our neighbours and hers and my entire family. She even named specific neighbours and defamed them. They were geek parties for the geeks, massive geek offs with the nerds from school that all the suburban, pedestrian boys avoided at school but those who were trying to not be suburban had orgies with the very same pedestrian, suburban geeks. They were all prone to stirring up racism.
My life has gone to rape with no travel and being told I am delusional so there can be maximum rapes and zero travel and enjoyment. That was the threat f I talked about being inured to work. They exploded my life for profit.
He said that if he stole he could make his children appear to be more important than they would be, that he wanted them to be more important than any other children in the world so that they could be eventually worshipped just like him.
He said that he was stealing so that he could be thought of as being more important than anyone who is “just in a band”, or anyone who loses the recording contract with their label.
Most of the men were like whores too looking for their whores in the room.
The filthy and revolting heroin addiction family. The conversations centred around brothels, beastialty, fists and disgusting things, they all looked as though they were dripping in waxy baby oil; the room and the men were covered in slime, in waxy oil, in bogan free sex workers and in women who were whores or who were quite literally owned.
I am happy to call them out on being horrible people and not at all like the purely wealthy and not famous, the rich don’t act this way I snapped at them, you are revolting and moronic and I don’t understand why people want to copy you. You don’t understand what rich people are like or how they can’t afford to be unwise or stupid if they are, they will lose their money.
I think that they are worried that everyone will know that they boganed or espoused views solely based on racism.
Because orgy bogan had been belittled and told that she is lower class by my aristocratic grandmother and the rest of the neighbourhood, because she was called rough and a nuisance who was causing deliberate harm to racehorses, threatened with being sued for harming racehorses and threatened with having the police called by someone at the high court judges house, my then stalker had one of them men belittle me and my degrees education and neighbours defamed for their pleasure at the orgies.
Orgy bogan frequently used the N word and after belittling me based on racism and watching the other men dissociate me to steal (which they could do due to rape trauma), she fabricated stories about the family.
She said that I didn’t grow up listening to music or dancing or with every lesson under the sun. Her inferiority was so palpable that she concocted stories so that they wouldn’t realise that someone from the high court judges house was going to call the police or that the racing identity next door threatened to sue her for spooking racehorses by design and out of anger, that she was still the poor bogan uneducated outsider in a rich suburb. Winning the lotto didn’t get you anywhere near Dural money in those days.
I was vilified racially at school because they said that I was too popular, too wealthy, I had too many parties and invited people away too much. They screeched at me for getting too much attention. They racially harassed me because they said that it wasn’t right for a New Australian with olive skin and dark hair to be more popular than what they described as “real Australians” in their words with white skin and blue eyes. They said the girls with olive skin had to be unpopular. They started a campaign to have me hated and ostracised but the popular girls in the year above who are Anglo-Saxon intervened and said that “we like her”, and they counteracted all of their racial vilification. They were already social pariahs and outliers that boys wouldn’t go near; after that it just became worse for them they seemed to be exhibiting signs of psychopathy or sociopathy as well as racial hatred and the school did nothing to stop them using the N word.
Later that’s how the musicians ended up sleeping with the geeks and having Geek Offs, because the unpopular pariahs lied, saying that they were popular. I didn’t want to be in the geek offs anyway. I wanted to escape the room. I didn’t want to be with the men and kept saying on repeat that even being in a room like this could destroy my changes of marrying someone like me from the moneyed classes. That I had been raised to support a wealthy man. I was ashamed of being in the Geek Off room and told no one, I dialled down ever knowing anyone and didn’t name drop … I had quite a few other people that I could name drop if I wanted to plus I wanted to hide that I had that much money, and that I was from a wealthy family as these people were prone to using wealthy people. I was in danger there.
I despised some and couldn’t wait to escape the forced labour and exploitation. Later when I realised that they claimed to be the two head cheerleaders and not the two geeky social pariahs who people corrected and pilloried all day, the very bottom of the class, the bottom of the food chain, the bottom of the class system and the lowest in the class I laughed at those who said that being popular at school mattered and that they needed to be seen with the popular girls. No they were advertising the geeks free sex whoredom to people, of course they were, as they couldn’t he anyone but geeks or boys other people had rejected at school to be with them. Their defamation was used to steal millions and they were actively involved in racketeering and trafficking.
The geeks finally got to have sex with someone, but as usual had to lie. I don’t like judging people based on their popularity at school as I was a theatre kid, I danced 3 times per week, had 2 music lessons, and performed at Eisteddfods on the weekend as well as lessons in my dressage arena, private swimming lessons in my pool and 2 lessons or extra curricular activities every afternoon. That’s how my parents were preparing me for life. I even performed with the top choral speaking group in Sydney and I will put a piece we performed in my new play. I completed an Arts degree at Sydney Uni so that I could become a playwright and write musicals and I told the musicians this. They said that Sydney Uni wasn’t a “good university” that the geeky bogans who hadn’t finished school had told them that and that no one cares about Australian literature and poetry and that no one would believe that an Australian wrote the words. They said that there were no good writers from Australia. I countered with Clive James because he was a graduate from my program. Not to mention Nobel Laureate Patrick White.
I can’t stand famous people, musicians, and can’t stand the whole desire to be in the public eye, I think it’s ridiculous … if your work gets you there fine but don’t steal for fame, I never want my name to be in the media and never court it with anything I do. Even when a sibling and I met Val Kilmer (they’ve met many other celebrities and know others) I said to the sibling that I can’t stand famous people and pushed them forward while I hung back. He was incredibly nice and stopped the arguments started by the people who were whorish and racist bullies, stopping them as they tried to push their way through and make racist cracks. He didn’t encourage that boorish and racist behaviour.
Then this person gave yet another monster enough power over me to destroy me and to harm my dogs, all so they could return with elixir in pursuit of their navel gazing character arc to proceed to go and ruin Byron Bay with drug addicts, whores and a dog molester. That was the dog molester’s reward.
To hide crimes and so that more crimes can be perpetrated against me they hid what I have done so that I am attacked for the immensity of it while giving the attackers the right to attack me. The sheer size and magnitude of the work made me a target and they all knew it and left me in a criminal conspiracy with no way to prove it. He said that the wanted me to be called delusional and out of our family circles so that there would be no criminal charges, or charges regarding human rights, labour laws, tax fraud, trafficking and the like. He said on repeat “nothing good for you love”, I will “see to it that you have a bad life now”… “I can’t afford for people to find out.”
They all just look like sex fiends to me who talk about fists and anal sex, with women who perform free sex work on hand. They hang out with animal molesters and laugh about orgies they have together. Fame and success are not the same thing I countered. “Yes they are love”; the one with the most fame wins, stealing it and pimping out women is fine if it gets you there.
If you don’t promote yourself you are nothing they said. All some celebs like to do is talk about themselves and train other people to be like them so that they can have acolytes following them around so that they can feel like gods. They can’t discuss plays, serious literature, politics or their gifting; there is so much subterfuge about their stupidity. Hiding dumb is a PR and creative team’s job. In one room I’d have to listen to orgy talk and who was a disgusting woman because she had slept with everyone and in the next I’d be on the receiving end of a lecture about not having finished Ulysses.
You can’t disrupt the beautiful because they are trim and “work hard” to keep in shape and then tell everyone how wonderful they are meanwhile miss gang rape is in domestic violence and has to gain weight to avoid sexual assault and is called a slob and not as diligent as a trim person just because she has to do everything for herself. A big target comes from doing big work. Even if you are a man with a woman who is surrounded by lascivious women it’s about what is between her legs and not between her ears. Even if the sign read “closed for business”, “gone home”, and “definitely not interested because I am being trafficked to work not to have sex.”
But you can’t disrupt a narc nest of self-adoring narcissists… they will not stand for it and they have their deck stacked with narcs and they also can’t stand those who don’t subscribe to narcissist views … not being a narcissist is viewed as being inferior and as having inferior values.
But they would never want you to know that I can’t stand them and that I left and that I couldn’t wait to get away from that scene. Not only do the “well to do” not like them, many other people can’t stand it or them or how they start to behave. No, no one says No to me love. What if our fans find out that she said no?
No it goes, pretty and lascivious women (but not pretty enough to tempt suburban or “ordinary men”) at the top and women who talk politics or who want to go into politics at the bottom. “I can’t go into politics or journalism after being in this room”.
“By the way that $100,000 grand of surgery you need if I pay for it then I choose how you look. Frankly it’s disgusting love that you won’t get surgery shame on you and shame on all the stupid poverty stricken civilians.”
They are not eagles like me, we deserve to be worshipped because we look better than everyone else.
You could get into trouble for not adopting narcissistic attitudes around him or for refusing to act like a narcissist or emulate him as a narcissist, he retrained women to act like narcissists to please them and tried to pay or placate women who aren’t narcs with rewards that solely appeal to narcissists. I was castigated for not being a narcissist nor trying to change to be like one.
Er no, I am being trafficked (to work) sorry I can’t sleep with you.
If you have someone’s dogs raped they go barking mad. It’s not all about vaginas saying no and people with breasts not wanting to have sex so they can give pretence that it’s not criminal now is it?
They said that they would kill or attack any child I had. Anyone who challenged them or who they saw as a challenge for stealing as they were desperate to be royal, desperate to be rich, desperate to be famous and they wanted all future children to be thought of as great artists and incredible creatives and not “little backing singers” in their lingo.
Some in that world focus on seeking to be emulated, they are phoney and fake and just want attention; their whole world seems to be based on making people jealous or hoping that they aspire to be them for the sake of their ego. They want people to want to be like them. Anyone who won’t play into that is an anathema to them. I just don’t want to be like them. I have my own creative spirit to honour and copying people just cheapens things.