FIRST DO NO HARM...

(SMALL PRINT: If it is your intention to do harm ensure that INFORMED CONSENT for such HARM is given: see combined use/syllogistic effect of diamorphine and midazolam)

The ever-present COVID 19 pandemic never went away...it lingers in the germaphobia of its victims I see occasionally in York library...the muzzled citizens ambling through the maze-like streets of York...the public health reminders of the NHS to vaccinate...possibly in conjunction with a combined influenza shot determined by your risk profile etc etc. I pay it no mind or attention...

A recent podcast/ discussion between Timothy Kelly/ Andy Nowiki sought to review/reflect upon the 'strange days' ( The Doors)...https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/tkelly6785757/episodes/2024-03-20T05_10_20-07_00

I have partially listened to it but have insufficient time to give it my full attention...which I will. Tim Kelly...is a highly skilled interviewer...well read...and with the personable conversational skills to draw out key/salient information. However I have yet to hear a better analysis of the entire affair than that offered by Peter Gummley and Dr Thaddeus Kozinski...which unlike most...offer a comprehensive discussion/understanding of the underlying ideology,  (I think I even commented words to that effect in the comments section below the video some time ago).

Dr Thaddeus Kozinski - The Pandemic of Unreality

My Covid 19 'health journey' began late one evening in March 2020...'lost in that hopeless little screen' (Leonard Cohen, Democracy, The Future,

A research paper was published by Indian scientists who had isolated the Covid 19 virus and looked at it through special Indian science binoculars...Their research paper was published on Twitter via the financial (and other ) news aggregation site Zero Hedge (Tyler Durden). The Twitter Account of Zero Hedge was taken down that evening (censored./banned/ removed). It was not a small account in terms of followers....myself included.

The incident is highly significant...not only in terms of Covid 19 related matters/issues...but also unintentionally...as an externality of the event... which determined finally, conclusively and emphatically the superiority of the MALE RACE/ MARS/ TITAN...over the lesser FEMALE/ VENUS...in a planetary, gender sense. (Venus v Mars, Jay-Z, The Blueprint 3)

(YOU) "What the fuck you talkin' about Mystic Meg?...chattin' shit again ?"

(ME) "NO...allow me to elucidate/explain..."

Two important chemical reactions... 'its all in the chemistry' (Ian Brown, Save Us, The World is Yours)

to the above event took place simultaneously that evening...separated only by sea and time zones, a mere fig/maple leaf ( see Titian Fall of Man. Madrid, Prado Museum.) That fateful night...I flipped the mutha fucka 180 (The Fall of Woman)...The only reaction that will ever matter in the age-old battle of the sexes...

That of Dr. Jessica Rose and that of William Neil St. Elmo Aindow (aka Dr. Love aka , Bobby Sheen)

Both highly educated scholars... even stevens (Clever Trevor shit)...both brilliant surfers who favour the longboard i.e controlled conditions/mirror image/could be twins/double blind etc etc. Two peas in a pod

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Dr. Rose discusses in several podcasts I have heard her response that evening to having read the special science binocular Indian research...Few have asked me or care for mine...

Dr Rose admits waking her husband up who was asleep in bed next to her...probably getting some much-needed rest...content in  dreamland... (Stewart Lee/Diana )

She informed her husband (probably quite irked/tired) that the paper she had just read confirmed that the Covid 19 virus was man made and it was not possible for it to have occurred in any evolutionary genetic sense without the hidden hand of human intervention (engineering). Although the special Indian binocular scientists used diplomatic language to express their conclusions (7 codons from the HIV virus in a particular sequence/configuration/order-see David Collum: Cornell: Always losing his shit…funny)...The moment of clarity of precisely what that meant was shared by both of us that night. (Dr Rose and Dr Love). Malevolence...and a particular paradigm/prism in which to regard/interpret all events that subsequently unfolded. The chances of a Pangolin giving a bat a nosh (blow job) then using the same toilet seat as a Kuala Bear are as close to mathematically impossible as monkeys typing Shakespeare for ever and ever...We both got it.

It is fair to say that Dr. Jessica Rose became an emotional hysterical wreck of a woman...disturbing the much-needed sleep of her husband...some might say...pathetic/needy/inconsiderate...not a cool head.... Much of that night was likely spent having her hair stroked and being supplied with tissues (most likely with some kind of soothing balm or aloe vera impregnated into the material)....by a sleepy poor man. (her husband).

Compare and Contrast...

Having read and understood the exact same special Indian science binocular research paper at precisely the same time as Dr Rose and also like Dr Rose... understanding the profound seriousness of its implications...for HUMANITY...

Unlike Dr Rose... I did not wake anybody up...quite the opposite. As quiet as a church mouse...I rose from my bed... put the box of Alpen on the bedside table, put some pants on  (Big BOY Mutha fuckin pants)...took the cereal bowl to the kitchen....and washed the dishes...in meditative calm...(Mr Miyagi Shit). It was at that very same kitchen sink (Preston, 3 Preesall Close, Ashton-on Ribble, PR2 1NU)...where as calm as a Hindu cow... I formulated a plan of action...to take care of mutha fuckin business (Flash Gordan Shit :Areatha Franklin, Dr. Feelgood, Love is a Serious Business)

The most important person in any room is the person that knows what happens next…

“I’m the commander of this ship, and I’m the man that knows what happens next.” ( Jim Lovell, Apollo 13). That guy just happened to me...Some men are born great...etc etc

The only water works at my gaff that night was the United Utilities supply to my sink....I didn't seek comfort/ reassurance from anyone. Nobody was there to pat/stroke my oily bald head.... and even if they were...I would have told them, "Stop that shit bitch...I gotta get to work" (Reservoir Dogs Shit).

The only warm words/ comfort I needed were from SCIENCE. That's who I turned to. Not some long-suffering poor fuck just trying to get some shut eye. That night my other half didn't have tissues and a shoulder/ Bosom/pillow for me....That’s because my other half was the mutha fuckin ENLIGHTENMENT...

By the early hours of the following morning...having worked through the night to develop a vaccine/elixir/serum. A protocol had been developed to save/take over the world... 

It works...I'm still here...You don't know how a clock works but you can tell the mutha fuckin time...is all you need to know. 

Not having an access to a professional laboratory nor any idea where the nearest one was... only the equipment from extracting DMT from Mimosa Hostillis and a well stocked pantry. They call it 'Domestic Science' for a reason...I scienced the shit out of it...ALL NIGHT

As Follows...Protocol/Recipe/Formula

Take a medical syringe and withdraw a good bit (amount) from an Ariel Liqui Tab, To which is added a shot/measure of Tia Maria, Then half a tea spoonful of Lazy Garlic (not heaped). Leave on the side for 45 minutes to 1hr and a half...for chemical reactions...catalysation /active8 of the molecules (Isotonic/ pentapeptides/ Ceramide R/Pro Biotic and/or V/ Good vibrations etc etc)...Inject into the leg, arm or face... take nap.

I too had to work at 'the speed of science,''

I didn't have the luxury of canvassing for clinical trial volunteers....

My research/findings were published via twitter… shortly after and my account removed again...but...plenty of people saw it.

I don't know how many lives I saved...millions?...billions?...who's counting?..."I'm so good at math(s)" (Jay -Z, Magna Carta: Holy Grail: Somewhere in America).

....But...

 "If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. "