Whom I have loved the most, my whole life, out of all women on earth that I have or have not met, I'm sorry that a certain person caused harm in your life after 2024 based on a book my mother read, and me as well. The book tells the future and I honestly don't think someone should be harmed or imprisoned for sharing a memory, and for whatever reason it happened, neither should she.

She said what I think happened happened [after.] I guess it brings calmness to my heart.

When I was young me and my family would visit Bulgaria. We went for two months, summer break from school.

Anyway, my mother and my aunt were outside, and I grabbed my keys and went outside by myself, once again, on the way to the market place. I saw a girl around my age, and asked her if she would like to have lunch with me. I said that I have kebabs and bread from yesterday in my apartment. She came along. I opened the fridge and got food out while she sat in the other room. I got a plate and put four kebabs and four slices of the best bread we had at home. I got food for me as well. I told her that the best diet for us is Bulgarian Bread, with Lutenitsa, which is a vegetable, tomato and red bell pepper spread, and Bulgarian Feta Cheese. Bulgarian Kebabs with Bread from time to time. And water. I also gave her a ring. I had repeatedly asked my mother and aunt for money to buy food from nearby stores, ice cream and other things, and saved up four hundred levs over a couple of years. I then went outside along and brought a ring. She put the ring in her pocket, but she tried it on first.

We ate, and mostly I talked, she said a few words too. We finished eating while sitting across from each other in the living room. My mother arrived. She asked "if I found this girl on the street." I replied, in front of the girl "I don't appreciate how you're talking to my future wife." My mother asked if she can speak to her in the other room, and asked her some questions about her life.

She entered the room again, while the girl was still in the kitchen talking to my aunt. My mother said that "she wants to become a nurse when she's older" and that she approves of this person. The girl came inside the room again, and unfortunately, in front of my mother I told her that my parents are horrible and will do anything to ruin my relationships, so she would be upset, and it's best for her to leave. It wasn't the first person I fell in love with, which happened earlier, but it was my first girlfriend. We had our date and I felt better that summer, after repeatedly going with my parents for years and always having the same company which I told her about before she left, "that I felt after constantly being around my mother and aunt I was really happy to at least speak to someone my age, just once, someone new, and told her that I love her."

To this day I still can't forget the Bulgarian Nurse, which is my nickname for her, sometimes I remind my mother, by saying "Do you remember the nurse?" In our language. "Spomnyash li si medicinckata sestra?"

Later on when I went to Bulgaria in 2011 she was on television. She had become a model for clothing. For some reason I thought my diet, back then, would make her fat, but she would be happy and full, which was okay for me. She said that she would never forget the name "Dimitar Rouynekov" and that she eventually ran out of money, so she sold the ring to a jeweler she trusts, she realized how much she was worth to me, and brought more bread, lutenitsa, feta cheese, and kebabs, while looking for a career. She said "It's just that this diet makes me incredibly full so fast, so I lost weight from when I was younger, and became a model for clothes." The Bulgarian show host said "I can't see anything wrong with this diet." His assistant said "Salt?" and took a pause. The host replied "Water." As if saying that it solves everything. She also said on TV that "I was her first love" as well, I only heard a little bit, my aunt was watching it, although it may have been the time I went after 2011, somewhere around there, (that my aunt was watching her on television.)

In 2011 she looked really incredibly...

By which I mean the pathway to turning into a Devil.

I had been hit a few times in various places in Bulgaria, before arriving to the US.

Anyway, I stopped a person on the street, when I was a child walking around the side-gate of the kindergarten and asked him one question.

So many people like to perverse text, so I meant the question in a non-romantic way, which would be the way parents love their children, or a child loves their parents.

"Do you think people hit us because they don't love us?" I was speaking about both him and myself, as the question relates to everyone.

He said nothing and walked away.

Back in High School I had a player owned house in runescape. A player somehow walked in, and I asked how to set it to private, she said she would leave, but I asked her to stay for a bit, if she can answer one question. I asked her the same question, by typing it. "Do you think people hit us because they don't love us." She couldn't type anything, and later on I saw her outside nearby cutting the same tree and making a fire for hours. This is how I realized that everyone on the internet is a bot, and the internet is entirely fake.

What do you think, everyone?

Will anyone be able to answer this question the third time it's asked? A simple yes or no and why would be applicable.

Maybe a person read it by now and programmed something into you, to answer it..

"Do you think people hit us because they don't love us?"

Take your time.

Afterwards, during my childhood, I asked a girl who was, I think, the same age as me.

She asked my name and said that her mom would help me. I told her "They say that, then they hit us."

This, by the way, is the person who appeared on Bulgarian TV decades later and said that when she looks at the world the second thing I said seems to be more and more true. They shut off the television program after.

Everyone. Try this.

When it gets a bit colder, turn off your heating. Open a window, and make sure you have a good couple of blankets. Let the room get colder, put the blankets over you in bed. Stay that way till you warm up. It gets cold on your face but warm on your body, making you appreciate warmth more, and has a calming effect.

The US is near the equator, and most people are used to warmer temperatures, so don't do this when it's the middle of winter. Start slowly.

If my recordings were too loud, to this day I still can't believe that the judge said "please use the word punish" during her case. I prefer the word torture. It's an approved court word.

-Belphegor

I recently realized that my real father has passed away. Someone left a bottle of white wine in the street near my apartment building. For some reason, through technology, I think it was a friend of his leaving the bottle for him, as this is tradition in Europe.

Hopefully I can safely write this.

When I was a child in Bulgaria I was walking in the garden near our building and a person had thrown out a book nearby. It was a prophetic book, and I opened it to a random page. I barely made out the letters because I was 3 years old. The book said that Pentcho Rouynekov would marry a woman who's name I can't write due to copyright reasons. The book also said that I would lose my eyesight. I told my mother later that maybe they didn't want me to read the book, so they wrote that.

I also told her that "she would make my father continue to stay with her even if she has to hit him on his butt." Her colleagues were in the room, two women. Fortunately she trusts them and they didn't tell anyone about this, except for one more person whom one of her colleagues trusts. The monologue has been kept secret from everyone with the exception of these four women for the past 30 years.

P.S.

This is just a memory. I wouldn't say fire if there's no fire. I don't think someone should be harmed or imprisoned for sharing a memory. We have freedom of speech in this country and also in Bulgaria.

In all honesty, a few months ago my mother's friend sent her a video from her internet where a Bulgarian guy has somewhere around 20 bottles of hard liquor in his fridge, he opens the fridge and his wife is inside holding a dough rolling pin, then he closes the fridge and walks away, so it may have reached more people.

I've only loved one woman my entire life, however it gives me strength when I see a beautiful woman walk by.

Strength, after being assaulted, yelled at, and kicked in the testicles, to eat and continue living.

How do we create things?

Many people say it's through our imagination, however this is entirely not the case.

We create things through our memory, which, because pain makes you brain dead, some people have very little of.

It's very difficult to make something from nothing, even the very first inventions were made from raw materials.

The more memory you have, the more successful you are in your career, because you're making new things from that memory.

Sometimes it's by combining things. You see a clock with cats eyes and ask if ours can move that way, a beautiful woman in Bulgaria, and a polka dot dress. "I wonder if in the future there will be technology you can use to look at a woman's body, hands, legs."

Even the philosophy "I wouldn't say fire if there's no fire" was created through a conversation, to put it bluntly, memories of learning language at age 3.

For some reason I think everyone in charge worldwide would call me a Devil for this post, but it is what it is.

Aside from that, Governments have technology that can control speech. To cause pain, in order to incriminate, by causing pain.

I wouldn't say fire if there's no fire.

When I pass away from lethal gas please remember me more through these words than the concept of eyesight technology you can use by rolling your eyes, to look from one spot to another on a woman's body, the concept of romantic technology which billions of people could use.

You know... so much of history has been lost.

A few years after the invention of the vacuum cleaner, we used to use the handheld version during the beginning of formation of blackheads, somewhere around age 12 by suctioning our noses. People back then never had blackheads. You see... this method suctions the whole thing out including the white part when the blackheads are fresh and not too deep in.

Now they sell creams and do removal at a dermatologist where they only take the black part out, then it forms again, pore strips. It's like they're selling useless remedies. At least the pore strips remove discomfort on the nose for a month, I'll admit they're not totally useless, but the methods of removing acne were better. Vacuum cleaners and Vitamin A.

I'm not sure why things changed, it's as if people want others to look ugly.

Anyway, the vacuum cleaners back then did have problems. When removing a blackhead that way, you're left with a tiny red dot on your nose that takes a month to heal, but hey at least it's good for your pores.

Here's a song I made a while ago for you by the way.