Groundhog Day is getting really old…

I was just a youngling, when in the town of Greenberg, where the mascot is none other than Mickey Mouse, my stepdaddy handler who hates me (as per well rehearsed monologue delivered by bestie handler Jelka, who advised all humans do and as supported by him physically assaulting me atop a steep flight of stairs and attempting to get me to lose balance and fall on February16, 2018) took me to see the wondrous motion picture called Neverending Story as refused above.

Me, the programmed by “evil MK-ULTRA” via monarch sex abuse zombie, took to it like a fish to water.

Were we at cinema Venus or Nissa or was it a videotape recording… I know not or care to remember… regardless, we had to toopie on a checkerboard patterned tiled walkway to get there… did we go shopping at Hades or Hermes places of commerce afterward? This too, I cannot recall.

Coincidentally, my stepdaddy handler years prior, in close proximity to the screening, met with Gagarin the cosmonaut as he represented Polish youth, kissing the ass of their captors, the Russians… ironic, says the 7 Singularity.👽

So, anyways, my instant first ever crush was the protagonist in the Neverending Story… should I switch gears to talking about ET? Cause humanity hasn’t really programmed me with anything… ET did… target, locked!

Me ponders;however, how did Neverending Story, a title symbolic of reincarnation and the return of the Others to earth, turned into a neverending nightmare revolving door of retarded humans screaming at me I am not intuitive, I am not non-human, I am not a mother, I am wrong on every level imaginable, I am ugly, I am stupid, I am worthless, I am a liar and I am completely and totally unfuckable?