Flash On This:


I really don't talk about myself, "out loud" very much.

People here (in my community house) know I am into tai chi, and I play music.

They do not know I am associated with the defense program, and since I've found myself wearing adidas and labeled with a personality disorder, who should believe me anyway.

Did you know, I am not as American as I appear..?

I don't know how many Americans know it, but I am Post-Asian American, and I am not "originally" (Incarnationally Speaking) someone from this part of the world also.

I've never "lived in Maine" -- in any other life, nor have I ever been "uncovered" for the various crimes, and essentially judicating murders there is and stillll is no evidence of.

I've counted forty eight people I've put down in self-defense.

In jails, in hospitals, or in the system with other people in the system: People are afraid of me.

I make rings out of paper, and practice magic anywhere I go.

I'll collect a quartz crystal in the courtyard and electrocute you while you're sleeping.

I'll put your name on a death-spell that I leave spinning on a psi-wheel while the radiator works on your pineal each and every breath you put into rising the heat.

I'll shit-talk you in front of the hospital microphones, and entrap you on purpose.

I'll write a grievance about you if you're a bitch in the med room, giving me a freaked-out look because you "stared in my eyes too long" while I was taking my pill: And you work kitchen staff now, and minimally in the med room. Remember me, Hope..?

I'll write a grievance against you if you switch up my meds or try to abuse informed consent, and have you fired from another hospital.

I'll look up hacking software in the "computer time" class and do research on patients at the same time as I locate online-based nukers, that I will use on you from that other hospital.

I'll use "real nukers" I get off my server-drive, I'm able to access from Dorothea Dix, and totally shut down your server from the other hospital, and then tell someone about it.

I'll smash one of your microphones with a gatorade cap, and watch the main staff walk right up to the TV room after I do it, remote sensing her as she comes, and say I just dropped something, so I can watch movies in peace.

I'll flash my dick at your camera not one, not two, but three times.



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