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| read how my situation with attempted mind control started. |
| Really on another planet - I turned around and looked into the vast black space - Light years away from my home - I know I'll never go back - but I haven't accepted it yet So here I am - on this planet - displaced - I don't know how I got here don't know how I got chosen All these experiments - I have to perform until I die All for the sake of being monitored until I die This is all my life is ever going to mean I don't get what people can have, anymore I have to adapt - |
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| One time somebody looked at me and spoke to me and it wasn't a lie Once somebody looked at me in the eye And they said something, and it wasn't a lie --- I might have fallen in love ------ Once somebody asked me a question because they wanted to know the answer Once somebody used words to express themselves with words ------- And it wasn't even for hurting me Once somebody felt good without hurting me. When I was a person like everyone else. Once somebody cared - I can't imagine why Once I had something somebody else wanted What do I have that they want? Once it was just life. Once somebody looked at me & didn't feel the need to push me or change me Once somebody looke at me and saw me Once, I heard rain....& just [quiet] out ..... words held a high value - Exchanged regularaly, like currency Each one could havr a domino-effec |
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| IN THE BELLY OF THE MONSTER... |
| -Pad-ettes -Tampon -ettes >>Subway ...blablabla (I hear .".....Edie.... >tohh!<"(someone spit)..."Don't you do that.!"(about my writing their words down, as they speak) ....">tohh!<"...."Can I help you?"...">tohh!<"...."change!"... "I'm warning you"..."CAN I HELP YOU?"... "First of all...(?)(!")......."SEX!!" |
| SHOPPING LIST (4/29/02 : around 11 p.m.). |
| Once, people weren't emotionally dependant on lies. One day, they all looked at each other and nobody was safe |
| What would cause them to stop? It's been 8 years, now. Who's idea was this to begin with - for me to be involved? Why are they doing this? |
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| - a minute and a half, slice of my life - this is what I hear,..as I write my grocery list... |
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| check out the tech facts, about the stalking technology used... |
| MORE POETRY |
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| MY WORDS -POETRY / VENT SITEMAP page 1 |
| ...being WORN, like a living human overcoat, by others, who 'bought their ticket' for this misery-ride, that THEY'VE created. . . saves them, from their previous lives of boredom and argueing with each other. Now they all get along looking @ each other, but talking really their own inner fears... |
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| discription of my symptoms w/ pictures |