Ooh, sprinklers just turned on as I opened this. Voice in my head says it's not dead, it's just rughgbourdghwouthhh which translated perfectly, thank you Rusterd, but I don't know what I want to say.

I feel like I've been set up for years n years and They're going to use everything They made me do in the brainwashing I guess I agreed to when I made Klinger jealous of my smorgasbord of insanity, but I always have my complete honesty, which is that what I've been set up to do? Tell the court the shit I've already told investigators online? That I'm starting a foot rub clinic on the corner, by the middle school that doubles as a five-cent psychiatrist appointment that isn't weighed down by such fetters as "licensure" or "legality of substances prescribed," because that's about the age the FBI starts investimagating those kids at school that always smell like petrol and get in fights and your permanent record is literally used to form a psychological profile on you, that's what the joke is here.

You thought I was going in some other direction, yea? Yea, raise your eyebrow as much as you want upon checking my post history, it's investigators who know who I am, and I don't give af about them outside of loving them unconditionally, as God loves me. God gave me a raspberry. Music notes. Open Pandora. This song plays:

https://youtu.be/e5qNBveB84g

But what does it MEAN, God? Am I speaking too loudly? Softly? I get the input was made to alter trajectory, but is this it? Is this the fourth dimension I'm supposed to be in? Owl (?) says "Who? WhooOooOo? WhoO?" Just like in the cult. It was the crows that were particularly scathing. The chickens/rooster in the morning, too. Always waited for that fucker, and then that was it! Peace in the tent on the cold, hard ground was over! Have to go out. Go climb mountain. Dig. Plant. Weed. Dig. Write. Network. Cold call. Juggle. Make video. Don't fuck or fuck up. Definitely did one of those all the time Or ThEy MaDe Me FeEl LiKe I wAs!

I had sex on pi day. That's ALSO the day we ate the blueberry pie that I was taunted with but not allowed to eat, to train my ability to resist temptation. I had sex with my girlfriend. She asks me after, while I'm still inside her, "what day is it?" It was 3/14. It dawned on me. I was happy for a day. They planned my happiness. 4/20 I was shamed by being forced to eat coconut-dipped dates. I wanted to kill myself. I think that was the night we saw n heard a UFO.

I remember because the "billionaire" architect that sold "perpetual motion machines" for 50k a pop who had me do architecture without a license to scam the city was practically catatonic from eating like three whole grams of the THC paste from the tube. They made it. The UFO, I mean. It was in the other part of the property we were not allowed to go on. It cut the sky with its sound. Like it zipped here to there in a microsecond and made a sound like it was minithunder itself. But about that foot rub clinic I got the plywood for? Counterintelligence, obviously.