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.