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Post by RangoA@live.com on Jul 5, 2008 19:51:43 GMT -5
 The story of my road of the story told to me by my brothers, for the most part, from NYC -- Especially, Ivy and sister-Ivy League graduates generally -- Was nothing but the legend of the truth, the way and the life of so many unlucky, disadvantaged, poor and cursed americans like myself who had their american dreams snatched and changed into what the curse of other powers that be want, will and/or wish them to become. I was coerced, manipulated and misinformed that I was not going to become one of these many american people if I were to listen and follow the recipe to become a success or at least reach to make my mark and pull down my own fate/identity. Continuing where I left off in turning '...fables into tall tales..., etc.' I used up almost everything I had in me to become a rich and famous person like my ancestral roots in Albruzzes, Italy had been in the past. After that was all confirmed and programmed the reprogrammable into what I just aforementioned above, I went for all I could in a country that wasn't unlike but similar, yet like and dissimilar to so many other old countries (i.e. France, Greece, Germany, Japan, China, yada, yada, yada) had done before were doing and will do in the future, repeated and repeated into what I not only was programmed into thinking but also reprogrammed into acting upon, especially in such a progressive and melting pot country named the USA where so many others had migrated to and still do for that matter to achieve the impossible to top of the corporate/non-corporate ladder in order to make that happen. I met with my mother in the fall of 1992, she put me up in a hotel with her for almost two weeks in Clearwater to turned out to be the biggest nightmare of my life. I'm still haunted by the evil darkness of demons who haunt me about the blood that was caused as a result and constant reminder of who I am and what I'm supposed to obey and not to embarrass the people who so strongly believe in me and my fate and so on and so forth, you know it, now. So, it was a fantastic couple of weeks since I hadn't spent quality time with my mother in about two years. She took me out to all my favorite places and was really good, attentive and affectionate toward me for the first time in a long period of my life. Then, my mother got to the point of a nervous breakdown and proceeded to hint and/or describe my brother's symptoms of a mysterious disease where, at best, only the symptoms of his own end of all these principles and factors he used to do the same as me were manifesting themselves into another horrible tragedy that would and still does take care of the embarrassment and any other negativity associated with that from the brainwashing and puzzling result of attempting to do away with the brainwashing that my family had fallen for unlike just a handful of hand-picked people we were in contact with who weren't that we were on our way to living out the promise that america had opened the doors to only and not providing for unless it was decided by the Gods and Goddesses to have the power to be. My brother was dying according to my mother in autumn, 1992 and if I decided to move back to NYC -- Even in the reality of being aware how much that meant to them and me with the benefit and detriment of myself. I spent a couple more months mulling that decision over (to move from Clearwater to Manhattan a second time) to attempt it again without the coercion, pressure and manipulation. I couldn't control myself, the brainwashing of myself that started when I was a child and adolescent had already firmly had taken the direction of my life and I accepted and surrendered to the fact that I was going to take care of my family and everything else I was destined to do to try to make everything come to fruition that time. As was and I wish wasn't my my past failure in the face of adversity, I lost two of the most important and valuable people in my life. I never have gotten over what was to occur after i did move back to Manhattan, NY in November of 1992.
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The story of my road of the story told to me by my brothers, for the most part, from NYC -- Especially, Ivy and sister-Ivy League graduates generally -- Was nothing but the legend of the truth, the way and the life of so many unlucky, disadvantaged, poor and cursed americans like myself who had their american dreams snatched and changed into what the curse of other powers that be want, will and/or wish them to become. I was coerced, manipulated and misinformed that I was not going to become one of these many american people if I were to listen and follow the recipe to become a success or at least reach to make my mark and pull down my own fate/identity. Continuing where I left off in turning '...fables into tall tales..., etc.' I used up almost everything I had in me to become a rich and famous person like my ancestral roots in Albruzzes, Italy had been in the past. After that was all confirmed and programmed the reprogrammable into what I just aforementioned above, I went for all I could in a country that wasn't unlike but similar, yet like and dissimilar to so many other old countries (i.e. France, Greece, Germany, Japan, China, yada, yada, yada) had done before were doing and will do in the future, repeated and repeated into what I not only was programmed into thinking but also reprogrammed into acting upon, especially in such a progressive and melting pot country named the USA where so many others had migrated to and still do for that matter to achieve the impossible to top of the corporate/non-corporate ladder in order to make that happen. I met with my mother in the fall of 1992, she put me up in a hotel with her for almost two weeks in Clearwater to turned out to be the biggest nightmare of my life. I'm still haunted by the evil darkness of demons who haunt me about the blood that was caused as a result and constant reminder of who I am and what I'm supposed to obey and not to embarrass the people who so strongly believe in me and my fate and so on and so forth, you know it, now. So, it was a fantastic couple of weeks since I hadn't spent quality time with my mother in about two years. She took me out to all my favorite places and was really good, attentive and affectionate toward me for the first time in a long period of my life. Then, my mother got to the point of a nervous breakdown and proceeded to hint and/or describe my brother's symptoms of a mysterious disease where, at best, only the symptoms of his own end of all these principles and factors he used to do the same as me were manifesting themselves into another horrible tragedy that would and still does take care of the embarrassment and any other negativity associated with that from the brainwashing and puzzling result of attempting to do away with the brainwashing that my family had fallen for unlike just a handful of hand-picked people we were in contact with who weren't that we were on our way to living out the promise that america had opened the doors to only and not providing for unless it was decided by the Gods and Goddesses to have the power to be. My brother was dying according to my mother in autumn, 1992 and if I decided to move back to NYC -- Even in the reality of being aware how much that meant to them and me with the benefit and detriment of myself. I spent a couple more months mulling that decision over (to move from Clearwater to Manhattan a second time) to attempt it again without the coercion, pressure and manipulation. I couldn't control myself, the brainwashing of myself that started when I was a child and adolescent had already firmly had taken the direction of my life and I accepted and surrendered to the fact that I was going to take care of my family and everything else I was destined to do to try to make everything come to fruition that time. As was and I wish wasn't my my past failure in the face of adversity, I lost two of the most important and valuable people in my life. I never have gotten over what was to occur after i did move back to Manhattan, NY in November of 1992.