No, Lightbulbs!

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NO, I AM NOT REPLACING EVERY GODDAMN LIGHTBULB IN MY HOUSE!  I AM NOT CHANGING THEM BECAUSE OF THE DESCRIPTION OF THE COLOR, OR BECAUSE YOU ILLEGALLY PLANTED LISTENING DEVICES INTO THEM!

WHOSE FUCKING MONEY IS THIS ANYWAYS?!  IT IS NOT YOURS!

No, You Do Not!

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GET THIS FUCKING BITCH OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD BEFORE I PUNCH SOMEBODY’S FUCKING HEAD! 

NO, YOU DO NOT GET TO TELL ME WHEN AND WHAT TO CLEAN IN MY OWN HOME ON MY DAYS OFF FROM WORK WHEN I AM NOT ON THE FUCKING CLOCK!

NO, YOU DO NOT GET TO TELL ME WHEN TO CLEAN MY FLOOR, MY CLOTHES, THE LITTER, OR WHAT FUCKING UNDERWEAR TO WEAR!

NO, YOU DO NOT GET TO MANIPULATE ME IN MY HOME OR ANYWHERE ELSE!

NO, I DO NOT NEED YOU!  I WILL NOT GIVE YOU MY SUPPORT!

FUCK RIGHT THE FUCK OFF NOW!

No, You Are Wrong Garbage!

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They control the garbage around here.  It is timed to whatever I am doing in my home.  So, the garbage was not picked up yesterday until I opened and heated a – can.  They were not going to pick up my garbage until I shoved food in my mouth!

No, it is not good vibes in a garage!

They use the garage below my house to create vibrations causing me to urinate!  And, you expect me to be happy when they cause me to urinate BY ILLEGAL MEANS!!!!

EVERYTHING AROUND HERE IS ILLEGAL!  THIS HOUSE IS ILLEGAL!  THE ELECTRONICS ARE ILLEGAL!  THE CHEMICALS THEY USE ARE ILLEGAL!  EVERYTHING THEY HAVE DONE INCLUDING DAVID IS ILLEGAL!

THE ADJOING WALLS ARE ILLEGAL!  THE ADJOINING UNITS ARE ILLEGAL!  THE NEIGHBORS ARE ILLEGAL!

NO, YOU STUPID, STUPID, STUPD FUCKS I AM NOT JULIA ROBERTS!

FORCING A PERSON TO URINATE IS DISGUSTING!  ILLEGAL AND DISGUSTING!

JUST BECAUSE THERE ARE WORDS SPOKEN IN A MOVIE DOES NOT MEAN IT HAS TO PLAY OUT ON MYSELF!  IT IS ILLEGAL! 

URINATION IS NOT SEX OR SEXY!  IT IS NOT TRAINING!  IT IS DISGUSTING!  IT IS ILLEGAL!

I Cannot

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I should not have to write this.  It should be proof enough that I do not use or choose it that I am smart enough all on my own without the help of a teacher or tutelage.  There has already been too much Salvador DalÍ parking.  The parental relation script and storyline WAS NEVER VALID TO BEGIN WITH!  YOU NEVER SHOULD HAVE REMOVED MY ORGANS!  THERE ARE NO MORE EXCUSES ANYMORE!  YOU ARE OUT OF EXCUSES FOR REMOVING MY ORGANS!  IT IS TIME YOU CONFESSED AND TOLD THE TRUTH ABOUT ITS TRUE PURPOSE!

The idiocy that I must write this is so unbelievable!  I am not Superman!  I am not a man!  I am not a dude!  I do not nor have I ever believed I was a man or believed I was pretending to be a dude!  He might have the same initials as myself, but that does not make him me!  I am me!  There will never be anyone like me in all of time!  There has never been anyone like me before me!  I am not following a movie script!  You have been wrong about me since the beginning or this never would HAVE HAPPENED!

IF YOU HAVEN’T GUESSED I AM STILL UPSET ABOUT MY HAIR!  IF YOU HAVEN’T GUESSED I AM STILL UPSET ABOUT THE WEIGHT APPLIED AND ADDED TO MY BODY!  IF YOU HAVEN’T GUESSED I AM STILL UPSET ABOUT THE MORNING OF AUGUST 11, 2018 HAVING TO ENDURE THE SENSATIONS THEY PUT IN MY BODY WHILE LISTENING TO THE SOUND OF CHILDREN OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT IS SO GROSS!  IT IS SO DISGUSTING!  I AM OUT OF WORDS FOR THAT TO HAPPEN TO ME!

NO, I WILL NOT BE WATCHING THE SOUND OF MUSIC!  NO, I WILL NO LONGER BE MASTERBATING!  IT IS SO DISGUSTING!

NO LOVE IN MY LIFE!  NO MALE RELATIONSHIPS!  NO MALE FLESH THAT I GET TO LOVE ALL MY OWN!  AND, THAT IS WHAT I HAVE TO LIVE WITH???!!!!  THE SOUND OF CHILDREN!

THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR THE AMOUNT AND DEGREE THAT I AM UPSET!!!    

Disgusted

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I am still so appalled at the lack of dignity, respect, and base humanity at my employment by persons in my employ.

Must I write that human relationships do not work this way?!

No, we are not friends.  No, you cannot help nor handle me.  No, you were wrong.

The time for neither confirming nor denying my writing must end.  It is time for the truth to be the only story.  It is time for persons to be made, if under the penalty of the law, to tell, to write the truth.

Life is not worth living without love.  My whole life I’ve had to go without being loved by a man.  For what?!  For people who had no right!  Just because they had money and the ability to do so.

Must I write that this is NOT THE WHITE HOUSE – AGAIN?!

The horror that I must live through everyday of their human experimentation is beyond appalling.

Correct, no person would want to be me or live this life I am living.

I am beyond asking permission, or going through code just to buy food, clothing, or supplies.  Guess what, I know how to read.  I know how to count calories.  I know how to add calories and read ingredients.  I know that when I read a package and it says it only has 200 calories, I should not feel full after a few bites, nor should it make me gain weight.

Every person has a right to their own body.  I have been denied my human rights to my own body because of the Bluetooth, and the removal of my organs without my consent.

Everyday here is against my will.  Everyday here is against my consent.  I have never given authorization.

I am so disgusted and appalled at the surrounding situations and circumstances, I am unable to write much else.

Who is going to admit that they tampered with the Morning Star products I purchased?!  Who is going to admit that they created more than one false health problem on my person?!

Beyond upset with disgust!

Ssssshhhhh, Vision

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The quality and clarity of x-ray vision has been the best approximation so far.  There was no lightning.  No light.  Nor, was it dark.  Grey in color mostly.  Still it is not quite enough.

It appeared to be massive in depth.  From front to back.  Perhaps being the amount of time, it is going to be used? Or, the amount of work, the amount of the project(s).

Would it be possible for this to be used as a way of creating cover or disguise?

Robbery?

Theft?

Global financial ruin for all.  I did not see this, I am working is all.

Unfortunately, I did not get to look enough.

When I saw it, I wanted to look.  To look around.  Worse, I wanted to go inside and look without emotion.  Understand?

Coffee and Breakfast: August 16, 2018

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August 16, 2018

Day 1, 598

Is this actually going to end in September?!

Do you not realize this is six years of my life?  There are somethings I am unable to understand about who I truly am anymore because this is six years and more of my life.

The last time I saw my mother, was at a dentist appointment.  The car GPS that took me everywhere but the actual location of the address I entered…just to what…waste my time?  Make me angry?  I arrived at the dentist office to find my mother already there with my mother wearing a purple shirt that was not her own, not one that I bought, paid for, and provided.  She was so happy and glad to see me, as always.  Other people in the office acted surprised at the wonderful exchange.

I have no idea what they have done in my brain because I no longer feel these years I spent caring for my mother.  I am no longer able to feel the loss.  When I left that day, when I left her, I told myself, as I’d done so many times before, I did everything I could, we had a good time.  It was a way I felt I was preparing myself for her death, and so I would not be overly guilt ridden and devastated by loss.

However, whatever they have done is so much worse.  She was my mother, she was not yours.  She would be, as I am, so ashamed of what my life is.  My long blonde hair blowing in the breeze as I am writing on the legal-sized paper to her, to keep her happy, to keep her occupied.  It is as though, it feels as though it never actually happened.  Do you understand how that could feel?!  To have years of your life – gone?!

This house is so dark.  When I arrived here I could not write because this house is so dark.  There are no windows for me to look out of and see wildlife, birds and squirrels playing and movement, and life.

There is nothing but darkness here.

Years of my life gone…for what?!

I want to write more, but I cannot.  I no longer feel it.