The neighbors are gaslighting me and I am anonymously reporting it to the internet, so that the FBI might investigate (on its own).

Good luck!

Here’s a photo I took/made. Enjoy!

Thanks for being a great reader. I realize I haven’t been taking care of the reader lately. I apologize. Parents/tasking. Parents yes (mostly you don’t have to do anything), tasking NO (mostly).

Oh well it is what it is.

Thank~

My brain is relearning how to function w/o being dolt what hoo-doo.

Ohy yya.

Why there?

Anytime.

…

Shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch.

The neighbors are filibustering… the neighborhood.

Oops.

No home office. Not 4 UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.

… but maybe for uWu?

:-).

Slash root dot England coddslewaldy hey hair hare hehre what?

…

I don’t give to tease, but I do enjoy a good time.

How are you, stupid retards.

Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

What? The psychiatry dept told me to get a mantra.

Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

Can you guess what my mantra is?

…

I give up on everything. I’m not going to clean up after myself.

I guess my past is not as baddeeeeeeeeeugh as I thotte.

What else?

…

Is Elsa Kim really dead?

…

I don’t know these things, and I worry. I had a lot of female (and some male) heroes in my peerdom in school. Mathematicians, engineers, social science / humsoc ppl.

Pooh-puhl.

Ohy why.

Oh well.

…

I don’t know what else and the voices, the voices. What else could we do?

I’m glad things are there again though. For a while, things were not there.

…

Or maybe it was just a promise.

Lots of bad javascript on the internet.

Oops.

…

What else could it be? I don’t know much, I don’t know much, gutt-butt you betta’h.

…

Or else.

I don’t know.

…

What is it and why does it go there? And what do I do with it? It’s so dark indoors.

And I can’t have the window open b/c it’s not private where I live, in the front of the house.

Shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch.

Shitty wind tunnel on this area around 680.

Oops.

…

What else could you would you like to DIVULGE.

Oh hi there, Marc.

Fuck you, Marc.

Lots of Marcs. I don’t like the one that taught me. Stranger, random marx.

…

I don’t know what else to say. Things are what nothing can sell so slime up and go to hell.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeighy.

Ory.

Why?

…

I don’t know what else to say.

Shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch slime ass nigger gringo ass nigger thizz bitch.

Shitty fuck you bitch shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch stupid retards ass fuck shit.

Shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch.

I give up.

Terrorists win. Maybe they will overthrow the americas and legalize opium.

Then everyone will be happy winners.

The neighbors are gaslighting me again.

Yep, there’s the drug dealer outside.

What a criminal area I live in.

They’re all religious, too, which makes them criminal(s?).

Fuck shit fuck shit ass nigger trash shit fuck ass nigger shit fuck.

When do I get to complain?

I did like an hour of yoga today.

It didn’t help.

…

I wish I could make decisions for myself.

The parents own me.

The mental healthcare system owns me.

My brothers own me.

The neighborhood owns me.

California owns me.

I am a slave.

Now go fuck off (b/c I’m not allowed to say “kill yourself, go commit suicide, stupid”, b/c it’s illegal).

Bet that one throws some chink-ass/slime-ass lawyers for a loo.

Outside. Around the bend.

THROUGH the urinal.

Or retardation?

Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch.

I hate you.

I’m fucked I’m fucked. I’m bleeding (money) and not allowed to say what I want.

Welcome, welcome. This is trange. Trangers every which way.

Except the right way.

It wouldn’t be substantive w/o some plausibility.

So why not shoot the loo?

…

I don’t know what to say. I’m tired.

My pills are fucked and my thinking is slow.

I guess I have a brain disease.

I’m really trying to get better, though.

And juggling.

And juggling…

I don’t know the fuck.

I am trying to “be myself” and not doing a good job. I am being a BAD PERSON instead.

How qually.

Or qualifactor.

What else would you say, though?

I don’t really know the vice of merit.

What is it?

What is any of this.

I hate Jewish people.

Ugh.

…

So many Americans have such bad taste.

…

Writers write good things, but they themselves are unpleasant to interact with.

I know this from previously running a literary magazine.

…

I don’t know hoe heit je.

Or whatever.

…

hi, lo, down, south.

What else could it be?

I’m so tired. No satisfaction on these fucking pills.

Pharma in america is fucked.

I don’t know what else to say.

My parents are problematic. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong that they turn into such monsters all the time.

And they’re always injured, or in pain, or yelling.

What fucks.

Hey there slimy neighbor in the area, have you considered committing suicide yet?

Now the cops will arrest me for violating freedom of speech restrictions.

I don’t need a lawyer though.

I just need a good prison sentence.

For the neighbor in the neighborhood yelling at the top of their lungs like a psycho.

Well.

If politics, !politics.

That means no more yelling.

Oops.

…

That wasn’t enough, as well.

Fuckers want to fuck me.

Hallucinations, noisy neighborhood, and shitty everything seem to play well together. They are a competitive trio, and fuck me over very effectively.

Werry gut.

…

Or whatever.

I don’t know.

What the fuck.

Shitty memories of people I used to know.

I’ve never really liked anyone.

Ever.

…

School separated my brothers and I, and now it’s work.

And we’re all poor.

We’re all poor.

Oops.

…

What fuck. Shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch.

Fuck you.

What else would you like? Some rum-cake?

…

I do’t know the apocalypse, but it would divide.

So in sum.

Well, the neighbors somewhere nearby are gaslighting me. I don’t know who talks that much, but apparently it can be done. In theory it is possible, as well. Audiobooks exist, for example. And twitch streamers (who are the scum of the Earth).

I’m diagnosed w/schizoaffective disorder, though, so I have no legal recourse against noise pollution or violations of privacy. Particularly when there’s a Christian church in the area.

I donate monthly to the American Atheists Association.

Now it smells like pot.

I can’t wait for the eviction pandemic in Cali. It’s going to be so good.

I’m not sure. It’s strange. You do things… some of it’s waste.

Why is anything we do waste? Why isn’t everything 100% efficient?

I don’t get it.

I’m tired and I woke up early today.

Like, 8:30 AM on a weekday is “early” for me.

I’m sorry for everything.

Anyway.

What do you think? I wouldn’t know.

I don’t really have anything in my brain anymore. This risperidone is good, the olanzapine is what it is (hopefully we can reduce it), && the fluoxetine seems unnecessary. So.

My brain is kind of boggling over the concept of wasted effort right now.

Is it bad? To have experiences that lead nowhere? I’m sure many people do.

Maybe it’s bad to BE efficient. Like the Nazis in WWII. I dunno.

Then of course there’s the warstuffs–Los Angeles/Mexico and deportations; Ukraine/Russsia; all the usual geopolitics that I only have a clue about, and that mostly never really seem to affect me in any way.

California is a pretty mellow place. It’s funny how there can be war somewhere on Earth, and here, it’s just… do your own whatever. Live with your parents, write web apps, post something on yr blog. I dunno.

This febreeze plugin thing I got for $20 is vile. The modern product market is abhorrent. Online shopping is going to make me a homeless man.

Well anyway. Hope it’s good on your side.

I guess on red-blue-black alarmas, the things do not get done enough.

California’s healthcare system is not that good.

I don’t see what the problem w/greed is.

I wish I could be reminded that I have a mental illness more often. That seems to be my #1 issue.

So I’ll work on it.

Thanks for reading.