Sorry, just having a psychic word with one of my psychotronic stalkers (voice in the old head there, aka schizophrenia, actually a real person in real time with a BCI (Brain Computer Interface) and V2K (Voice to Skull) going on; whose sole vocation in life is to reach out and bother me for a meritless argument to ease her time being a lowlife harasser and perpetrator. Anything to pass the sunless weeks for that joyless lot, while I spend unnecessary hours batting them away to preserve my own freedom of thought and peace. Pardon me, but I ain’t entertaining you. No reply. I have beautiful blog readers to converse with. Call me what you want (when you’re not banging on about how much power you have), but this world is full of nice people and they offer far more mutual energy exchange than your desperate sorry ass can ever dream of. You’re a sick tormentor and depraved psychological torturer, do you really think you matter one iota in my world? If you wanna meet me in the real physical manors without your menticidal perch in cog then come check me out at my home address. I’m in most of the time and my patio remains usually always open during the summer months.
I’ll piss and take a shit
on your beef and whack your hatred for fun.
I don’t care how many
schoolgirls you made throw themselves off bridges with your despicable vitriol.
I also don’t care about how evil you are.
You should see my evil, upon evil. It takes some describing. You want
to rob our children of their mind and bug me in the process, see how far you
get if you ever don the bravery cape and approach my front door. I’ll end you.
That’s why you’re a
meaningless nagging voice in a poor mentally unwell man’s head (nothing wrong
with me really), and I’m a master commentator who shares his deeding with the
world. That’s life I’m afraid. Previous sentence may contain a humble brag.
Sorry again guys, these
toxic avengers wind me up. They do need telling just now and again though. They
can’t argue with the written word. I wouldn’t speak like this about anyone
unless the justification was warranted. 2am, I’m getting harassed. Tea time, I’m
getting harassed. All day long, they’re doing my head in. The same old boring
stalkers saying the same old boring phrases feasting on the same old boring
wounds. Pretending to be happy, thinking they’re all this that and the third.
Amen to the Lord, who
saves. Amen to him amen to him amen to him!
Today's post promotion is more about voice hearing.
https://piebald77.blogspot.com/2015/01/the-worst-five-things-about-hearing.html
