The bitch next to me deleted my blog. At one time, WordPress.com used to save my drafts, I guess now they don’t do it anymore. I guess the government has gotten to WordPress.com. Well, it was good while it lasted. I have nothing against WordPress.com; they’ve been good to me.
Ever since I told targets about the plastic bottles, Am/FM radio, the mirrors, my life has become progressively worse.
It is now a death hell instead of a living hell. I feel as if I’ve really entered hell and will never be let out of it.
I knew when I told you about mirrors, AM/FM radio, plastic bottles that my life would become a death hell, but I went with it, anyway. What is life for unless it is to take chances? So now I’m feeling the aftereffects(?). And I have no regret.
This morning, e.g., as I walked to the library, there was no absence of noise. It was a cacophony of sound.
The car repair shop, which rarely makes noise, tooted all its horns as I walked by it. Next Target. There were some men repairing the roof, when they saw me, they turned on every machine they had. These machines were not in use. The men turned them on when they saw me coming . Cars were honking their horns non-stop. And, of course, bastion of learning, the library joined in the game. As soon s I walked in, the phones began ringing non-stop. I think they can be heard miles away. It’s a new thing they started. Their phones barely made noise before. But now, non-stop ringing phones. And how can I forget how much noise the perps make? The foot stomping began, the constant coughing, the clearing of their throats, the loud talking, and all those good things they do. They act like zoo animals (I apologize to the animals at the zoo). And at night-time, my targeting has become almost unbearable. But with each thing they do to me, I become stronger. And I will outlast them all.
So I’m not complaining about what’s come about. I did it willingly. As I said, “No regrets.” Just writing about it so it stays in my memory bank for when I need it.
Go to hell you perps!