Most people wake up, have their coffee and start their normal life.
Not me.
Some Klansman told all these people that I didn't know how to do anything with my life in order to take my place within a certain mind-linked, dream-linked collective. Then he hired some lackey clown and paid him a ton of money to just delegate to hundreds of ignorant little astral entities that cram my head to prevent me from thinking or moving around to prove that I can't do anything with my life.
I thought job #5 was coming, but it hasn't yet. Now it's a battle for oxygen and simply to get the blood in my brain circulating to simply do the things a normal person would do.
Every damn day is a battle against psychotronic weapons, remote viewers, and especially astral entities inside of the remote viewers.
If worse comes to worse I just simply move in with a family member or friend and go back to school and change professions.
It won't be comfy, but it would be a fresh start.
Still it's annoying as hell. I'm going to try to drink a ton of Yerba Mate to fend them off. Since they are bodily invaders they hate when I pump myself up with caffeine. Even then it's a battle because they try to drain my energy into a Satanic remote viewing parasite attached.
I'll dispose of them somehow.
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