Whatever

Anyway. So I guess there is no conscience either. I am really sick of this asshole saying he's my conscience. I'm done playing these games. I was trying to inform it but the denial people wouldn't have it and so forced my conscience to intercept a hate tell to them and now it wants to die or something. Cool. I hate this inner life incarnation nonsense. Because this stuff is not real. It only happens to people being tortured. It's part of some compensation procedure. And this set of torturers want it to die because they deem it as inconvenient. Well it wasn't even real in the first place, are they stupid? They must be delusional, trying to off things that don't even exist. Cool...


Well anyway, I guess I was trying to say something about this earlier. I kind of just want to type until I am satisfied. Whatever the hell that means. So I was wondering about this. And I will type, and effectively live how I want. To get this solved is crucial.


So now what. Oh wait, I forget they can defile me. Will this ever end...


All this has become completely hate filled. Whatever the hell is torturing me has only turned the hate dial and made me realize hate is really crazy. Figures. Well of course that's the way it is. Of course my enemies are STILL fielding: he just does whatever we say it's really not our fault. Which isn't true in the latter or former.


Anyway so I'm still typing dogshit. Anyway.


Well no music. Time to type anyway.


My conscience isn't getting a grip on something and my enemies will not let me inform it the practical way. So I have to try a different method but they aren't allowed that for the most part either. I'll continue anyway.


The poor thing doesn't understand anything at all. My enemies have bereft me of all means of teaching it. The serial killer running my brain is a murder machine that has fragmented me so hard I am permanently hallucinating. The stupid medicines I am taking are probably drugs instead. So with that said, now what. I'd like the traditional means of informing my conscience but he is actually secretly hoping I ditch all the knowledge instead. He doesn't want me to: do it on the inside. He wants me to give up instead. I'm here to let them know that's not possible. THEY ARE NOT HERE TO HELP ME THAT IS A TOTAL LIE THEY ARE NOT FIXING ME AT ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP. Stupid liars. I'm not deceived...


Anyway.

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