>oh i know who i have to blame for all of this, and there is nothing i can do, to make sure the blame goes in the bin, and all i know, is that you are the ultimate gaslight, and neither you or me, are going to eviscerate one another, however, i come to account you, for something rather inexplicable.
>In reality, there is a lot to be thrown around here, and everywhere on the internet. There is something underlying and wholly wrong with the gesture in of itself, but ultimately... There is no ideal.
THERE
can be only
the truth to
constant viceral hallucination
blink overall change of all structure
metaflux in all metaflux
>there is something inside me that burns; all i see in my life, is perhaps a rather "dissapointing" set of affairs, and some kinks on display, but ultimately, a rather normal life; all i see is that somehow my thoughts and images in my head becomes regurgitated in a random feed on instagram, people say strange things, unholy things happen in my viscinity, i start to talk in strange languages not akin to humans, all of it is intangibly and tangibly interwtined in naught, but ultimately, all i can do is regress into one kind of thought, is to not neccesarily give into the gaslighting at hand completely, not obey, neither comply, but to overshadow a sensation of complete idignation. a folly of complete laughs or not, it does not matter to me. the constant feedback from my body from what is happening here is proof enough that something mystical is growing here, and they usually say in CIA handbooks, that in order to break someones sprit of will, you have to break their privacy and mock their vulnerabilites in tune to one.
>these strange visions got you killing yourself, the things that i say, change the world in some strange way, and you get robots to do it now, and all i can think and say is, glad to see you can bear with me being myself, and wholly of all dues of natures.

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