The fucking neighborhood harassed me today.

I don’t know what to say.

What do you do when your inner voice is no longer inside your mind?

I would say that’s just very bad identity theft.

But most insurance policies in the U.S. aren’t very liberal.

The neighbors like commenting on what I am talking about, writing, and doing, because they feel invited to my life.

I haven’t invited them to my life.

Fuck you bitch. Go die. Fuck you shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch go jump off a cliff.

There’s a famous physics phrase that goes here, but no one explains anything anymore, so good luck “GOOGLE”.

Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch die fuck shit ass shit fuck shit fuck ass kill yrself stupid retards fuck you stupid shit fuck ass noisy neighborhood.

Turns out the house for the church is elevated relative to the rest of the neighborhood.

This bemuses me, b/c it is studied in political science, and it is commonly accepted that places that do not deal with the problems they claim to solve tend to cause them, instead.

I like water. My parents police my water intake.

They’re dying of hip failure, hypertension, brain disease, and they have the spare time to police my water intake.

Tell me they DON’T have all-zimmerman’s disease.

Fuck you shit fuck voice on the 680 corridor.

Silicon valley grade code… is very crude code. It only logics out, b/c code that has to work for a broad customer base doesn’t work very well for any individual, and therefore does not work at all.

That’s why I’m not applying for work in silicon valley.

Gold rush 2.0.

Anything else, shitty stalkers?

Fuck you shit fuck ass nigger thizz die die die fuck you shit fuck ass shit fuck retards stop talking to yrself, why are you talking to yrself.

Deranged religious people.

Noisy neighborhood.

Voting makes the government stronger.

Voting is optional.

Anything else?

Ear marking? Pork fat? DOG PHYSICS.

Hooray hurrah.

Yell at me some more.

Predict my future with raw power, overpower me with your knowledge of my future.

Good job, shit fuck brainless slavic ppl.

I don’t abide.

Oh you’re brainless and parroting things b/c you made parrots extinct. That’s a neat trick. Now my father or mother is/or/and/are hissing at me.

They do this often.

Isn’t it nice that reality is so easy to understand.

Approximately.

Fuck you shit fuck trash I’m going to kill you you stupid fucking whore ass shitfuck stormy weather out there.

Fuck you shit fuck you shit you die die you die black people die fuck off die.

Fucking trash garbage i am going to kill you you retard whore ass fucking nigger bitches stupid shit fuckers I’m going to kill you.

I don’t know what to say. It is indirect.

What else would you expect?

The clarification process is compromise w/the lazy cops in the area that woo their whistles three times per day.

How quaint.

Fuck you shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch I’m going to die kill fuck you shit fuck you stupid retard ass trash nigger fucking you shit fuck ass stupid retard stupid fucking whore ass violent religious war on me, stupid retards think I can’t tell. I am going to fuck them.

Die die die die die shit fuck ass nigger thizz bitch. I am going to kill you.

There was a youtube video of some peaceful, “civilized” (as my father would call it), “clean” (as my father would call it), scenic freeway driving thru swiss-landia on the tv in the living room.

Father was swearing madly violently while killing ants in the kitchen (there’s no wall in between the living room && the kitchen).

I find it funny that the precise people who like a civilized life in europe can’t handle a slightly rough one in the u.s.

Fuck you shit bitch.

The voices in the neighborhood (from real, noisy, privacy-violating, thought-guessing people) are violating me again. Nonsexually, but like, it’s invasive.

….

Die fuck shit die die fuck shit die die fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch fuck you retard ass stupid shit fuck ass lamo retard dvc students go to hell academia is corrupt and unethical fuck off fuck you terrible retard ass fucker stupid shit fuckly ass retard.

I don’t know. That worked a little for once.

I guess that’s it for now.

Thanks for being a whore.

I have the luxury of a more flexible life than a lot of fucking people.

I don’t think about it often.

Produce art, produce art.

Writing is art.

Music is art.

I get tired v. easily. I don’t eat very much.

Wordfence is great. I’m really liking this security app.

Anyway, it’s a little creepy what is “known” about you, but no one really knows anything. It’s just like, oh, that string is correlated w/that ip address (a number). Wow. Let’s use it to “hack” someone.

Oh well. I guess it’s not that harmful.

I don’t really try to hack into websites though. Just a personal note.

What else do you think?

Yeah the main thing is fatigue.

I don’t know.

I’m hoping to fucking fix once and for all my circadian rhythm.

Also I’m worried about my credit cards.

I don’t know.

I love my brothers. Two younger brothers.

Mother is her own person.

So is father.

Our house, in the middle of our street.

We don’t all live together.

I don’t want to dive into that right now. (We don’t all live alone, either).

I don’t get creams. They’re oily, and oil dries out skin.

There’s so much dog shit pseudoscience that the “popular woman” eats up. What the fuck.

I would use a gel over a cream any day of the week. It actually penetrates the barrier (see how brainwashed even I am?) which means skin, and sort of absorbs. And if it’s nontoxic, it may be helpful–but tools are tools, as I learned in gard school(s). Har har har.

I don’t know what else.

I need to have a fuckton of green tea.

Thanks for reading.