…. (maybe)

Nemsis….I may have been found within the infinitude of all the internet for some reason. 11/1/24….

Is that why they (the '“voices”) sounded so angry? As if i did something? Threats and so on and so on…with speakers and spy…well you know…stuff…

Anger? Hate? Not my bag. I write things down. I made a blog and posted my writings. This is what i do. And this is what i will do until i die.

Now i have to wonder…What do they know? How much do they know? What part of my life has been privately held by me and not exposed by outside forces who are full of enmity?

Because i don’t know anything except from what i deduce and i deduce a cross country correspondence occurred. And secret meetings are happening. And people are trying to figure out things. Wait…doesn’t that sound like a Conspiracy!

Nothing, zero, nada has been imparted to me directly. I just know because of my sensitivity, empathy, understand, knowledge, and intuition has given me theories which I whittled down.

Still, everyone pretends like everything is okay LOL. My world is on fire! And i can’t act, pretend, or lie that its not! Despair is what i know and what i live with every fucking day! And the truth is not what i want, it is what i need! Nothing less!

This is my reality. I had to figure out if i was crazy crazy or just crazy becuase it just seemed to me that the “delusions”, “hallucinations”, “paranioa” were actually reality, and the lie was the imposition of schizo-type symptoms upon me by others….

And that, it seems, is the fact of the matter…

(This is Kwwaard’s Place. Population 1. I am a figment of your imagination, a fiction someone else created. The names, the pronouns, the acronyms are all made up BS. Its all FAKE! Like a movie set, one wall removed for the audience, fake apples on the table, and no running water. And everyone is an Actor. A professional liar.)