So, while I was stuck in a semi-alive state, feeding on cans of diet coke, Putin decided to make me a target. Like I've said many times before, he pictured me dying on RT.
And they came.
Originally, I'd thought he was my father, and I had weird issues. Nothing the thought machines can't fix.
Be kooky.
Those were my thoughts, and I cloaked my words. My dad and I have had a rocky relationship over the years, and a lot of it has to do with the poison my other family poured on about him. Anyway, it was a big deal (because something might have actually happened on a boring afternoon), and I ended up in a movie and a few songs.
Oh, they're so cool with their death rays. Nature kills us naturally.
I was destroyed by angry people.
Trump did the same thing to her: https://www.yahoo.com/news/trump-turns-his-twitter-attacks-on-private-citizens-raising-concerns-222713161.html
There should be a law against influence.
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