Raptor Girls 002
- Professor Fun 101

- Jul 6
- 5 min read
July 06 2026
The raptor girls have been plotting and threatening to shoot me and unalive me for the past 4 plus years in escalation and have been using drugs the internet and dark occult magic to monitor me, I hear the “Thompsons Chapsons Time” gloat on and on about it about 30 times daily, while her henchmen elves report what they hear from my thoughts utilizing some Advanced Remote Viewing Techniques. They have repurposed the Trans Girl Commune towards ballistic retaliation and gangstalking and “Cat The Raccoon” informed me of this verbally one day while we were smoking cannabis in her room that she wanted to “put guns in the hands of every trans girl they tried to house and rehabilitate.”
Today I am to understand while over hearing their telepathic conversation, that Cat the Raccoon is DJaying some sort of party with a “banger” her and her friends made last night, insinuating that this was a diss track aimed towards me and debut this towards “The Popular Raptors” while they feigned a rendezvous to intercept me while I was shopping at Frandor and try to make me jealous or something? As I passed TJMaxx I looked at my FB wall to see a Doppelgänger that looked just like Cat the Raccoon.
The Goon “Smegal” was interpreting and relaying every thought process that went back and forth to “The Mighty Monarch/Yzma” during this trip to Frandor while I made my way around to Five Below, after a little window shopping I took a bus back downtown to the CLDA Library where I explained a few things I learned and adopted whilst in Chicago 10 years ago over an interpretation of our struggle over the show “Breaking Bad” in where there are layers of superficial behavior that feel like smarts but are outweighed by Wisdom and Patience. And how easy it is to fake intelligence in the face of time when something looks right but is ultimately missing steps and theory, and hidden lesson of the maturity to know when not to run into a burning building for your things when all the people are safe. The gang hierarchy was put into question while Jesse from Breaking Bad attempts to bridge the gaps between low level dealing, Walter White joining the business, to meeting the next level of meth dealers and financiers, to parallel Thompson Chapsons and Cat the Racoon’s actions to gain access to places in the party scene.
This parallel runs way back to the time, after months of holding the line for approval to drop acid with me, had finally given in to experiment with Cat, Thompson, and “Lego Head” to see if we could aid Lego Head in advanced interpretation in thought processing and PTSD alongside other mental illnesses.
As a Shaman I exorcised Cat after months of intense Psychosis and Terror, and those two days ended up breaking a long streak of successful incremental steps away from Fate and deliver her spirit in hopes to ground her, to my surprise it worked but at the cost of losing my abilities to interpret certain feelings and information that kept me baseline in the decade prior of Psychedelic practice. To which I was sorely disappointed and couldn’t even put my finger on what had fully happened in the transferal of her metaphysical body away from her PTSD and Opioid Addiction.
Durring this LSD trip on New Years Eve of 2021 I was trip sitting on a lower dose than Thopsons (also possibly dosed Mushrooms), Id say about an equal Dose between Cat and I and Lego head had the lowest dose. At one point in the night I sat with Cat to warn her not to mess up building trust with people, and asked if she would want to have a psychosis/throw a fit in front of a talent agent or someone who had the right sauce to grant her access into higher places of business. And this was a solid 20 min conversation if not longer that we shared on my bed infront of my NanoLeaf Lights. Where I asked her to take her healing seriously.
She later disguised her covert narcissist tactics through “Blonde Bimbo no.1” by showing off how much her new friend group I introduced her to love her, and that while she was asked to invite me here and there the invites ended up being conversations about how important her new found support system was, and that they introduced the term NeroDivergence and Nero Typical to filter out people who were un familiar with psychology and brain science, while she checked herself into EMDR therapy.
I couldn’t put my finger on it but by the time I was invited to the first part at “BBNo.1” I had been through this before, and that people, while curious, were somewhat skeptical of accepting me into their regular get togethers. I bared it and grined and showed them how fun and lovable I could be, and it seemed to Catch “BBno.1 off guard as she asked if I could score some Coke around town, I knew my friend J-Money used to as I used to sell him Mushrooms to barter for my Cannabis, we had always gotten along and I drove Jessica’s Car over there and tried Coke for the 2nd time in the past 10 years.
The Party was a success as I dawned my Trans Flag Embroidered Snap-Back I had fashioned at Lids with the Embroidery Machine and attempted to bond with BBNo.1 over it as I did not want any more coke that night. I had also brought my Squid Industry Balisongs (black and white) to entertain, to which a Curious “Hello Kitty” asked if she could keep one, to which I gave it up.
I connected that Cat’s Friend “Rex” was in the know here in Michigan and Guessed that he knew one of my childhood friends “Casey” as they both felt like they were possibly around the same fraternities and Video game Clubs.
At the Tattoo Shop I bridged one of the Apprentices To BBNo.1 and that she knew her and sees her around sometimes. The same tattoo Shop I attempted to Heal Cat the Raccoon at and get her some access into my Heritage of Hawaiian Rights of Passages, to which Cat Exploited and Manipulated me over to get pretty much all the tattoos from that point forward on. It was during this time Cat and Thompsons or (BBNO$) began to bond with BBNo.1 over Guns and Counter Culture Protests, and Convo that had glazed across my screen between Casey and I.
Against my better judgement I returned to the tattoo shop the Fall of 2022 where they treated me as one of the gang as I was good and drawing and knew I was creating a network of artists from my friend Mad Hatter located in Flint and some of the shops from Chicago.
To Be Continued...

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