Bedroom Threat

I’ve just logged onto YouTube, as I usually do each day to listen to music as I write. I was met by bloody injuries and deformities on people’s faces. It looked a tad gory, so I’ve logged off. I’m reminded of a site called Toxic Junction from several years back, on which were a lot of execution videos. I understand there are execution videos on YouTube. Really not my cup of my tea. Instant nightmares if you ask me. Maybe I’m being a bit of a wuss. I’m no good with the red stuff though, unless it’s a poorly-budgeted horror movie. The Substance (2024) featured a ton of red stuff, a comic amount actually, I would have turned it off if I [had of been] [were] [was] alone.

Sorry, still learning to write hard being the best.

I’m just trying to stress how sensitive and gentle I am as a big buck 21^st century male here in the UK. One sight of blood and I’m trembling, one bone-chilling scream and I’m out of there. My estate feels pretty lawless so wish me lorry loads of luck. I think the local residents are in the process of framing me for some serious offences on a girl or woman. I think it’s happened before. I think the police insert these false crimes in the ‘miscellaneous’ section of my criminal file. Extra-judicial punishment gets you for them either way. How paranoid do you think I’m being here, in all seriousness? Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not really doing it…

One time in the middle of the night a police officer wakes me up and asks me if I’m alright. How the hell did you get in? I say. There have been occurrences in the living room when I’ve been spaced out on brain killer powder when I’ve been convinced that the bedroom is full of hostile unfriendlies. Fakers in joke shop police costumes, masons, perps, regular break n enterers from the boozer, you name it. They climb in through the window, I deduce.

Did I ever tell you, that once when I peered up in the dark from the living room floor, where I was brain killered up in the subtle comforting PC screen glow of an erotic film, I was met by a man holding a knife, just staring at me cooly, leaning against my hallway door frame, only six feet away? It was this way many times over with giant caterpillars and wild cats and tarantulas and mutant rats and other general assassins, but hardly ever with a human being holding a blade.

I always read that perpetrators got close, but nothing could prepare me for touching distance.

At the same time I noticed another faint glow, aside from the movie screen I was watching, it looked like a ring of Christmas decorations encircling me, beaming into perceptible effulgence in sync with my concentration upon them as a distraction from the articled fellow. I believed this to be a special force field from somewhere so I was able to keep my fear in check. I suspect for years that something up there has been looking after me in the darkest times, but it never let me know, I had no idea I was safe, so still trembled with fearsome foreboding accordingly most of the time.

Even after a paranormal sighting of lips in the sky promised me eternal love, I kept jacking off to the same old negative dark energies and spurning my good nature’s prowess, laying open my chances at survival from the literal pit below my floorboards, a chasm that to this day chants mantras about my doomy forthcoming downgrade. Forthcoming if I don’t halt present vulnerable behaviours, like blowing my own grey matter out with toxic powder and then slumping there being spellbound by their orgies.

Now, due to an increase in my enemies attack, and a general shrinkage in my spiritual guard, I consider myself living on the edge, in extremis, under threat, an endangered species. Rather than being the hero, and saving the world, I focus on not being ripped apart by wild dogs each day.

You wouldn’t believe how I’m having my sleeping hours attacked. I’d try and tell you but it wouldn’t make much sense! The truth sounds insane when telling what the insane are doing…

I remember a comment Alex Jones made on Infowars some years back, about what companies were doing to chimps in secret bases around the corner. Something about what companies are doing to chimps in secret bases around the corner. That’s all he said, but it stuck with me. I’m the same! I think if only you knew what they are doing to me…in a not-so-secret council flat around the corner.

I hope they are only testing perfume on the chimp. The way he said it makes one wonder though.

I imagine them all [the chimps] sat on surgical chairs with electrodes on their open brains watching a bank of TVs playing old shows like Jeremy Kyle, Oprah and Montel Williams, eating cornflakes with lukewarm milk and drinking cups of tea with crusty toast.

This is much like me on a comedown. Except my head ain’t open because they don’t need no electrodes, it’s done wirelessly. The bedroom is still chock-a-block with threatening strangers, including a porous one who has walked through the wall to check I am reactive to his cattleprod, which smarts alarmingly because my force field is gone.

Same sh*t, different day.

Thank God I’m not holed up today, in my greasy lair, but am busy up and about doing this and staying positive. It’s hard work, because my home has great temptations, I can hear sexy ghouls sporting lipstick who are actively waiting to get me where I need to be. The mind slips away like red and white fluffy dice down a bubbly stream as the pleasures of the flesh are kindled for action. I have to careful as it’s a horrible affliction. What I’ve just wrote about will happen again, only these days it is far worse, these days I get surrounded by genetically-enhanced monsters.

Anyway, instead of execution videos, I’ve been watching a young girl on Microsoft Bing, and have just realised that I am receiving a fair share of character ideation in my mind while connecting with her. CI is in my opinion, falling in love with a complete stranger for no obvious reason. It always happens to me, and usually with the younger generations. This one is with Nikita, and she is 17. It has nothing to do with sex. Methinks it is mostly empathy.

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