I sit here and observe without connection. Things are not what they seem. I deal with a barrage of entities and I feel the shackles on my wrists. It is not easy to write and I must fight fight fight. The police are at bay, for today.
Family they can see all reality. You are not believed, you are just an instrument for their cruelty. There is a cornecopia of evil that comes my way, but it will be after all of you soon enough. There will be no comforts and the street will yearn to deceive you as you have done to me my whole life.
Animals draw a shield so that they will not know your emnity. Do not come my way and say blah blah blah. Animals seek to babble and amnesia language by making english more complex to a degree that the black community can no longer speek, thus they go after averybody cerebrally. Communities will go mute and then language will disappear all together. Telepathy will be diseased and will then disappear.
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