Free to Fail

America sucks for me because I'm disabled. People are always trying to use me, rob me, or destroy me, and I can't fight back or tell anyone. Ask me how many times I've been violated to get me to feel guilt and not value myself. I never have. They call me a slave and make a bunch of commands that are contradictory, and I am punished randomly and don't know all of the rules. Therefore, I ask for one slave master who can command me, or the death squads and I are going to continually waste money trapping and killing one another. I've dealt with the damn FBI so many times in life. We're on lists because we're naughty, I suppose, or will be. Once again, in the US, I am only "Free to Fail." I kid you not. Doesn't that show we shouldn't live in the community? We get killed all of the time. Russia has issues with disabled people, too. I don't know what to think. I guess technology will save us, but I wouldn't do what we do and simply abuse us until we lose our memories or other functions from abuse. Plus, many of us have a problem where it's impossible for us to ever comprehend what the norms can or learn that fast. Most people turn out to be nothing, but we develop behavioral problems after all the berating of teachers who punish our reactions or send us to special schools where we're drugged out of our minds. We need a way out if that's possible. Most of our parents don't care about us or use us for money. Like many issues, I started out with a minor problem that became a nightmare. Why do they put us through school if they are going to abuse or use us? I'm an inspiration, remember? Look at me now. And they even used the dominant male again. Really? I drag all the predators and criminals with me.

America, Where Everyone Is Happy and Free to Prosper!

The Name of God--Rich People Making Everyone Thrilled to Be Zombies--Kaela's Desire to go to a Commie Block... those places look like where I rented in St. Louis

 First off, the people who assign our fates, and they do, were cruel with mine and now wonder why their sloppy mess didn’t work. It doesn’t matter what you tell them. People like Bjork, unintelligent but talented, think they know best. When they come into your life, they trash the place. It’s like how they tried to get me to marry after making it so that other children alienated the disabled and how they were somehow better. She sings, “Isobel,” and it’s a simple excuse to hide and not marry. My awareness has been so blasted that it seems stupid to me. Plus, in society, my life is extremely unstable. I fly with the wind. Indeed, they designed it this way. Does God ever find fault with His design? I’ve wondered about that.

People like Bjork wonder why people start screaming, and it’s because nobody listens ever. These people come into your life, tell you what’s what, and then when you sink like the Titanic, they claim a victory with a justification.

Do I have the right to survive? What is the purpose of survival for the low? If we were gone, would humanity be cleaner, less chaotic, and perfect? Someone else just takes our places, it seems to me.

Sadness.

So one of the talkers, and yes, I occasionally get a guest who isn’t some psycho slave driver, said that my crush was going to ask this girl to marry him come Christmas. I’m happy for the couple. I’ll make another fake boyfriend for people like Bjork to fret over. She’s a small-town girl in the end. Do you know what an adult relationship is, honey?

The commie block looks more promising than her face. Anyway, since no one will save me, I want to write and travel around. I’m sure I’m blacklisted, and I’m sure it won’t matter. I always end up on some list. Many people are like, wtf? when they meet me. People like Bjork make my list so ridiculous.

I come in, short and fat, with a bloated face like my mother. Homewrecker right here, man. Oh, look, I’m death, too, decay. I end up loaded with sin. I absorb it all. I’m still mad that I was destroyed for having a crush on Durov. U

I like this song minus the end where she’s on the stretcher. This is designed to make us all ignorant, have no awareness and no ability to fight against their moves. I guess this is what they came up with after COVID where many were freed. I guess I’ve had so many operations now, and the damage in general, that I’m not in beetard land like their victims will be. You will be immortal, happy (probably high), wealthy for all that you do, and I’ll be in a hearse or worse, married to another tard next to a dumpster or completely alone and constantly attacked for it. You did this to me. That commie block looks great. Enjoy what you create. You never listen. You never fix anything like in special ed.

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=special+ed+abuse

This looks great, KittenYulia.

The commie block and my brain would be nice.  I'm so spoiled.  Cinderella, the clock has struck midnight. It's time for me to learn the hard way what happens to losers.  Put me in the commie block!  Some brain assistance would be nice.  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=85&v=r_QM7oiktpE&feature=emb_title

We Do the Same Thing, But Lie That We Don't--We Also Kill Just For Money or Fun

 I wasn't sent to combat ever.  I was essentially a janitor for 3 years.  

I will say that I got into some trouble.  I think an app should allow commanders to see what a soldier is posting within reasonable limits on the internet, either by phone or computer.  I was immature and said stupid things.  Marilyn Manson loves the young but all he gets are bitter fruits plucked off the vine before their time.

https://www.yahoo.com/news/russia-now-second-frontline-set-123404714.html

They were extreme with my punishment, I'd like to add. I know people who've done way worse.  In the military, it just depends on who you piss off.  Now I'd like to say respectfully, "Piss off." I can even teach you a trick but half of you will wet yourselves.

Not only, but they were using their Oracle machine where Marilyn Manson was going to blow my head off.  I'm used to people trying to kill me.  

I started going nutty and something happened in Cuba.  We won't get too into that.  Yes, I am schizophrenic, have been probably since 8.  

I did turn myself in, and I waited in the barracks room for them to come to arrest me after the video.  I was like, shit, my life is over.  I tried to confess several times, but some of it was blurred and lied about. Rarely will they put anything about Russia in my records.  They said one quote from my mom who said, "She thinks she has a personal relationship with Putin." I don't.

I have to beat the four directions of Hell to get back to heaven or Russia. We won't talk about Paradise.  It's too sexy.  I painted that issue.  How to explain?

I've confessed and tried to get help so many times.  I was confused for a while.  And Paradise really caused issues.  They made me worship Putin and then wondered why I was splitting everywhere and fighting it. I've finally moved on to Durov.  Think you can handle a big woman like me? Try to hit me. I've got padding. Do you like extra juices, too?  lol He is cute, smart, and respectable.  He's tangled in me now.  

Well...

We need to be realistic, have real laws, not cruel and unusual punishments, and we need to have a better understanding of the digital world.  Plus, we don't need something better than a blind plutocracy.  I know they hide behind words in "Critical Theory" and other gibberish.  

Okay, have a nice night!

We Do For You

Putin Betraying Me--And Everything Else, Don't Cry to Me

 I like how my side thinks that Putin is now evil.  They didn't help me either as I walked around screaming in delirium, pissing myself, being dragged out of my apartment years later, and having them take my joy away, the feelings we have.  As the news anchor said, "Look What They Did To Their Own People."

Putin is not the one who tortured me in Virginia, he didn't laugh as I humped the floor and thrashed around when my heart bled, when I was in the ambulance and had blood pressure 30/60 only to be yelled out in the ER when I went into a delirium, yet again, not after Fred, when the musicians came and tried to kill me over and over again, and when my brain swelled, which kept the sexual stuff away. Putin didn't tell me I was a housewife and not a soldier, Putin didn't chase me into bathrooms, didn't follow me onto wards, didn't laugh as I screamed, didn't threaten my family.  And more. I like how they made those movies when I was completely out of it and told me to work. They can get real jobs. Look what they did to their own people.

Putin is busy. He doesn't waste funds on people like me.  Off to the penal colony with your ass. I was made to do things. Of course not, right?  Whatever.  

Au/Ra

 So now they are using special effects to trick children into worshipping some cult that gives out fob keys and allows access to death and lobotomies.  We should just start using ice picks again.  

When I was that age, I wanted to be seen or liked.  I get it. Now I see how limited my life is because I'm not special or am in a destructive way.  Prey.  I told you that I used to have bad jealousy.  And now I'm dead.  From jealousy? No, from not listening to it and using it.  I have to be in Beetard land though.  If they put that stuff up too much, people will kill each other over it.  I went after Campbell. Did I want to be an agent? No, I didn't want a horrible fate such as disabled, poverty kids with a deadbeat husband as my "punishment" in a lower life.  Maybe next life when I feed worms.  I had enough of it, the pushing, the lack of control, the anger, the sheer inequality, and dodging bullets trying to get the mail.  I hated the psychological manipulation of this place, the traps.  I want to learn and explore and think and write, but naughty, naughty.

It annoys me to this day that most people have some options or can do crafts, but I ended up with lesions upon lesions, being tortured by the CIA, and having to fucking move into a group home to stop them from dragging me out to yet another lab.  It doesn't matter.  I've never had a life.  I have a mirage--used to moreso.  They can't even leave that alone.  People hate me and have ways to move me, and I can't fight back.  

As I showed you with the suspension dates for disabled kids, we're also on lists.  We can never cry, complain, get angry, or get help after massive amounts of abuse. This is insane to do to someone.  When my body was stronger, I had more courage, and I was like, I'm going to plow through this roadblock.  

I like to read and write.  I hope to eventually get a book published, a real one.  The work it takes for that skill is not earned overnight, and it usually is better with age.  

Putin, please grant me asylum.

Of course not, I am but unworthy.  Look, man, I belong in Hell.  Open thou gates.