a reply to: Talorc
That's a nice bunch of withered platitudes you pulled out of your heini. Not helpful. Absolutely and entirely not helpful.
Living just to survive?
Had that, done that. Also had good times, the best horse, the best dogs, the best cats, cool parties, holidays, fun... and I simply don't care
I was almost happy and then "this" happened. I lost my faith in everything. Love, humans, society, you name it. The only thing I am still somewhat
interested in, is to find out the truth.
But nobody else seems to care as long as there are enough placebos, you know you're supposed to enjoy, but it's never quite as good as you expect it
All I want is the truth.
I know I keep repeating myself, but you have to tell me what they told you, why we can't talk. Who "they" are, if you know? Because it is bigger than
me, it could be important and it's some kind of test, but I can't solve it on my own. It is not up to me to do something I'm just the worm on this
fishhook. Sadly nobody bites and I will drown.
Soon. Because it hurts and sucks so much I really can't take it anymore.
Besides "they" whoever it is you chose to obey, make it impossible. I was trying to get back on track. Weird sh1t happens, stuff gets disappeared,
made impossible and I don't care enough to try anymore.
I guess at this point I really need to talk to them, because I think I know why it's all deceit. And those who serve the public should be interested.
None of what's going on is normal.
We're being played, infected, exploited and eventually probably culled.
I'm not normal. What happened to me wasn't normal. People attack me out of the blue. And it's terrorfying because if I am the enemy, ... they sold us,
plus the planet for glass beads.
Maybe not willingly, or knowingly, but to the "messengers of deception".
I am honest. I'm not and never was aggressive. I want the truth so people can know what to prepare themselves for. To protect them. To serve them.
And I am the enemy? I'm supposed to watch "it" happen? Buy shiny things and forget what's ahead? No.
I don't need things, I don't even need people, I don't need food, I don't need happiness, cars, attention, ...
I need somebody with f*cking balls to tell me the f*cking truth.
And I know you don't know, but you can give me kind of an adress.
Who told you not to talk to me? Because these are the ones I have to talk to.
And I let go even of you. You were my last bit of ego holding on to dreams of a better, simpler future. I accept this is not the time for that. I love
you, you're the one thing I regret to have missed.
But it's okay. I need the truth.
It's hard not to get obsessive about something that could determine the future of the species and the planet.
So to them:
Help me helping you. I might be not entirely like you, but what do you see if you look at me? Born and raised earth. Human. Be honest. Only the truth
can save us.
And to you: I don't know you. I love you. Maybe in another life, another time, I get to find out why you melt down my brain so much.