Sunday, July 23, 2017
The end of the book.
I want to move to Los Angeles and learn to surf safely. I just had my book stolen, fuck the police. I told them twice. They said some dumb shit like what do you want us to do? Obviously you need to go catch some criminals. That mother fucker who went by the name Gary Webb from outsource.com who Anthony Pavone was right about the comment I heard in my head is that you'll really like to enjoying fucking these people up imprisoned. I don't know what to do or who to tell. I want to fucking riot. I don't know what to say or do any more after staying positive and hearing about Jason's heart conditioning from dumbshit like you have to know coca-cola is an instagram drug. Because I don't know what else to right endlessly, perfection is hard to reach. From here I don't know if I'm going to believe in this made up scam. It looks to me I have the same damn narcissistic pieces of shit not tolerating what I wished to do in life. Nothing to talk about, found a loophole that has nothing to do with anybody. Keep writing about the same people's problem to me to be easy. That was easy and that's about it. Now what am I supposed to believe forthcoming evidence of what has been replaying. What am I supposed to do keep it happening? Put in a damn mile of space and hit damn dun. I think I believe in a better reality then I've had to dodge before, fucking retarded. Fuck you and a satellite problem I can't deal with yet. I have no solution for anything but to be above it all and the properties below the federal levels. There's nothing to fucking say. Even though I feel like my badge of honor should let me end my listening problematic enough. Keep writing if you want to, but I'm getting very disturbed at the hypocrisy of these qualities. I find I'm not entirely able to use my I don't know what to put into the app but I can't use it as your right and that's a thousand words or something I can't ever even do and that's about it.