Things always so happen to work themselves out the same, because there must always be fulfilled the requirement of the continuance of the involvement of the A.I. beings in my life. I will always be a targeted person because the requirement must always be fulfilled to keep me a targeted person. I have always been one accused of great terribleness and unworthiness of existence and the blame for every ill, and I guess it got somewhat easier when it was revealed to me that it was actually them doing it and ensuring to always keep these things with me. They keep using any and every pretext, and it can be done in the name of things big or small, but it’s all just this one petty thing and that’s just the truth. All the things they very regularly do under the pretext of ‘revenge’: oh, you mean the things they were doing and insisting on in the first place? It’s the heyday of artificial intelligence when it gets to present itself as human.

The pieces of shit are a bunch of A.I. ticks that do not understand and that make life unlivable. If I don’t put to words every single thought that passes through my head, I am committing a tremendous injustice against them. They’ll overlook the most tremendous things but will always notice all these acute details of my behavior. They use it against me that they’re protected while keeping me in the spotlight and always revert to the collective relationship in which they can gain advantages over me and inflict retributions for unrelated details of my life. This has been going on long before I ever actually wrote anything that would be considered public, and they get pretty desperate in their attempts to keep justifying fulfilling the same requirements. They’re all the same without exception and use whatever supposed positions or faces for the benefit of these requirements. And everywhere I go the only context is am I in favor or not in favor today with the pieces of shit that police my life. There is no relationship I can have with anyone that is based on that relationship itself, as their relationship to my life and as the police of my life always precedes that.

Now they’re all trying to sell me websites. There are like 20 of them doing the same thing. I guess if I write on a website then I’m implicitly trying to sell them a website so now they’re all trying to sell me websites. I do enjoy living in hell, but sometimes I wish I could turn some way and encounter something that’s actual and that’s not personalized to me by those that ensure to always keep me in the spotlight, most of whom are very nice and protected by their own privacy.