posted on Sep, 12 2009 @ 07:21 PM
uhhh I wasnt going to keep posting cause my wild speculation was causing problems and I had 3 strokes so my life went down a different path than
ordinary and I am a little messed up because of it. I dont know maybe start a blog? or series of threads? I dont know things have been spiraling in
circles and a lot of people make fun of me and it pisses me off and no one tells me whats going on. And I dont have that many conspiracies to
investigate and it got kinda stale and I dont know if people arent interested or I get that much feedback. I not gay by the way. I really dont like my
neighbors or what they are doing to me but my hands are tied , life like a bunch of injustices for no reason some sort of massive conspiracy against
me personally. I was messed up backround and other things missing pieces or left behind delirious haze, not androgenous stuff or never ending stupid,
now I gotta deal with stupid breakfast club things, you're gay no you are. Sorry for being out of mind or if it seemed disrespectful I was really
strung out doing math equations in head. Some people I used to know check this site and head injuries make you think different like writing words
backwards or finding words in other words , a.ttention d.eficit d.isorder trouble sleeping mind always racing and I have been trying to find hidden
patterns or subliminals in things , forever or 7 or 8 years.
P.S. ahhhh sorry I was just patiently waiting for things to get back to normal for awhile and try to run away to hide in the shadows and rebuild life.
I know I f'up and was spinning out of control poked or prodded and I shouldnt have wrote some things out of context. Just only outlet I had and felt
like I was on rollercoaster strung out I guess leave this on record and try to go get better I am sorry for bothering you people here or if anything
was gross or whatever.
P.S. sorry I destroyed my past most connections to anyone I have ever known my future I dont know what it all means, half my life get * cut off
deliriously rehabilitating high school framed brought to court and given forced meds and made to do stuff while things got covered up then the
neighbors with their supremist things you not good enough to be like us or live here, I was the one kicking in windows and hurling motolovs at
whatever "conspiracies" may or may not have been going on. All my life use me. Music is specalitive subjective just concepts or ideas about life for
everyone whatever may or may not be going on . Hopefully disappear in future leave it all behind, like Bourne or something if I can get out or things
eventually pass. Its all open to interpretation anyway.
[edit on 12-9-2009 by P. O. W.]
[edit on 12-9-2009 by P. O. W.]