Two seperate, small parts of two seperate posts in a completely nonovert way have suggested, maybe, in a retarded way, there's no way this is real, that the fediverse, wait for it, is actually the feds and I've been manipulated here because I am literally the 48th president of the united states.

I dunno dude. Am I the retarded one? I didn't talk with my life partner today. They're doing an experiment on me. Obviously. The shit I have thought for the last fifteen years because I broke tf down in college and didn't know what to do. I write it funny ways. I have to forgive myself. There is zero percent chance the FBI is not the men in hats...to a degree. Decentralized Autonomous, y'know, this shit would be easy to understand if ai could just beam my insane imagination to you.

Coming in two years, xAI-neuralink ass chips that teletransponderate to a big shit fuck in space and then my brain can be destroyed by a speck of corn flakes traveling .1c, relatively speaking. They mf'ers had me thinking they were going to bust down my door tonight because I understand now that keeps me repentant. I'm fucking up a bit, but I've stayed away from Benedryl since the day he disappeared.

I don't know what's going on. It's gotta be the CIA. Do the local cops think I'm a psychopath? Is that just what I have to go through cuz I masturbated in my window? YEA I DID THAT I'M HONEST THEY GOT ME THINKING THEY'RE GOING TO SAY I ABDUCTED A CHILD OR SOME SHIT. THE SECRET POLICE IN MIAMI BEACH CROSS-TALKED why am I yelling? But they scared me. Is this all entraining vy synchronicity? Are they using my traumas against me?

Wait, that's what the cult did. Am I just wounded forever? This is what's been done to me. Love School. Fucking made me watch Life of Pi and The Men Who Stare At Goats. I don't know what "the story" people are shoehorned to believe, if that's even a thing, but I'm trying to write this recounting of what happened. Same fucking shit that they did with "the CIA tortures people with LSD and Barney songs." How the media will dismiss it.

My lighter changed color on mushrooms. Permenantly. He made us grow them. Walked all over me. AND NOW THE SCIENCE MEDICAL SECRET PSYCHIATRIC DABOOGARY EXPERIMENT woah, flash of light. I've been having strange after-image viewing. I don't know what's going on. Vince fucked me over too. God says I still gotta help him. The aliens literally told me lie to the FBI. HOW CAN YOU HELP HIM?!

I ask myself the same question. I'm retarded. Kill me. I don't know. Am I talking to Lieutenant Dan? With a sheet metal cock? Is this thing on? Surely I am good enough. I'm good enough. I'm good enough.