Adidas addendum,

I don’t really like the neighborhood where I live. There’s a lot of sketchy telepathic characters here.

Like I THINK something, then they fucking (real people, like a mom && a daughter at the nearby playground) say something that I can’t hear clearly, but sounds very close to my thought or inner narrative.

How is that NOT gaslighting?

Too many coincidences means don’t gamble on it.

I’ll try to put up some photos and poetry (my art) on here some time.

Lots of trash in the area. Reinstalling lightroom (b/c I manage my debt well).

What is wrong w/my face. Why am I so stiff.

Okay okay, I give. Go to hell.

Dampeners

I’m tired. I don’t know what to say. I’m trying to be more liberal instead of like, safe. B/c it’s healthier to be liberal. And liberal mindsets are not necessarily dangerous, and conservative mindsets are NOT safe to begin with! Why restrict yrself! It’s NOT self-discipline–it’s just tolerating the abuse.

I dongo-mondo scared of the cops. I got into some trouble w/alcohol && social media, so I’m TRYING to mind my own business from now on. Handcuffs really fucking hurt, btw! No one really talks about it.

Like fecking 10 police sirens in our area an hour. Ritdardiculous!

Va peur.

Fuck shit comptoir.

But I need to write, you know? Publish or perish.

I don’t know. Obviously I shouldn’t have threatened someone on linkedin, but I would ASSUME it was not even posted and instead it was caught in linkedin’s prefetch cache stuff for censoring unreasonable communication.

But no one explains anything anymore. No one told me they SAW my threat, and no one told me they DIDN’T see my threat.

And now I am expected to joobles it, or fucking talk to a shitty yes-person robot.

What the fuck? I hate robots. I hate Google! This is not reasonable. I want to use my time for myself, and to improve things. Not to fucking check up on the safety of an unprofessional social media website for fecking being a lazy ass at work (that’s what linkedin is for, btw–we all know it).

So fuck you.

I don’t know what else to say but I am really liking this desktop I set up for myself, this logikey-board, the mouse is not bad. Once my new wifi shit-stick plugs into the computer AFTER it arrives in snail mail amazon NOT on prime (cuz fuck that to hell and back like a rapist big), hopefully I can haz play vidya jymbz ‘gen! I use a streaming service, not steam.

I don’t play games on steam anymore. Because of the “democratization” (read: shittification) of the game meer-cat.

Hey, so fuck you (some more).

And go die, and kill yourself, and thank you for spying on me.

Garbage whore ass shit nigger thizz bitch. There is no WORKAROUND for FREEDOM OF SPEECH RESTRICTIONS.

You just… go insane. From lack of communication.

My social brain is nice && healthy, thank you for fucking me in the ass, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&&& the shit is shitstorm.

No I don’t know. Coffee shops don’t treat me well.

I know who my people (ppl) aere, I know what I like, and I don’t understand this BRUTISH BRUTE FORCE insisted upon by both people who have lived with me, the government, the market, the animal rescue shelters, and the dicks.

So fuck off?

Anything else…

Hmm I don’t know. Maybe it would be better to listen to the neighbors gaslight me.

This fucking retard french audiobook just called it stupid to value freedom of expression.

And I used to fucking run a retard-fuckshit ass nigger thizz bitch kill-yrself LITERARY MAGAZINE.

AND I CANCELED IT.

But feel free to browse the publishing platforms in search of ACTUAL LITERATURE.

Good luck.

In any case, I think things are settling down, and Califuckyoutohellandback DOES have a lot of pricks in it. Am I too cereal?

Oh well.

I wouldn’t know what to say nor would I know what to do with what I have said.

Now the whistle go wooo, and the cops are going to arrest me for blogging.

In “liberal” (moderately) Califuckyoutohellandback.

And people hate me.

LITERATURE professors HATE him…

Fag nigger shit.

Anything else, retards in the area (maybe mooching off our wifi network)?

Kill the hours. Hrs. Yrhs. Yhrs. YHRS.

YOURS.

I haven’t seen or written the word “yours” in a long time. Or is it “your’s”? No, apparently naught. So that’s good, I have language skills still. Wooo!

Fuck shit ass nigger thizz bitch. Kill yrself.

This is unreasonable now the cops need to deport me to guantanamo for writing.

Your writing is too liberal, it’s going to rape children.

No, ahh, actually, the preachers in the catholic church do that quite fine.

Go fuck yrself.

Shit. These pills are sort of, too strong, not narcotics just prescriptions.

Fucking bad music all the time.

All the source, is ass.

And all the stupid, is you.

So fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. It’s like ZOMGBIES liek totes FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT.

Kill yrself.

Stupid retards.

I’m tired. Am I allowed to be normal yet?