The non-stop drive to ruin my life is working.
My sinuses are crammed with enemy astral entities. I can't think. I can't move.
I haven't pursued a new job the way I've needed to. And now I am missing all of the Christmas parties and birthday parties that I've been invited to.
This is highly unusual for a socially popular guy like myself.
The enemy forces are hellbent to make me into something that I am not.
I sit on the couch all day long, my mind numb and blank. I am literally being murdered on the astral plane.
I used to just drink my bodily invaders off of me. But these guys are now just throwing more and more of everyone and everything on me.
I can't even bring myself to answer a phone or call family and friends. That's everything that these guys want.
If I can't do anything else with my life then I am going to give my life away destroying them.
These cowardice punks hide behind the aprons of mommy's technology.
I want them dead.
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