Well…when I typed what my, in the title it appeared, several alternatives… my shit life… but that’s someone’s book is called, an autobio. My poor life, my… yeah, sure.
I look at what my world is, how it compares to the universe, I wonder why liars need to blame me for their crimes, well yeah they would , man don’t wanna get in trouble when it’s truth time, like their chief coemotion is lust, it’s lies, man, they blame the innocent eg me until I’m screaming Evil Begone in my pod and then they go. I mean evidently. My enemy says he’s me when applicable, when… I don’t see why people and stupid computers allow it. He does something wrong or illegal and he claims that I did it. Well they would? Yyyyyyeah but If u know that u know an innocent 😇 dweller of a Blue-Green Planet is being lied about, not schoolyard bragging but rape and murder etc, t………………………………………………..:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: some of the events I am sadly witness to are so extreme they must only be theoretically possible, all the worst things in the world 🌍, horrifyingly… Billy Braggs Valentines Day Is Over or Compamy Flow Last Good Sleep then whatever it is find exciting new ways to hurt you in detail and composition, anonymous haters and wrongdoing typical Heathen Scum. Treat humans like animals human zoo type thing… I’m getting tired, I’m off to get raped by something that lives on my pain and resistance. If it… oh……
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