The Remembrance
Every time they send their little prostitutes to distract me, it reminds me of the poor families in third world countries that told me about how much they hated the drug cartels because the cartels would tax their legal businesses and kidnap their children. So when I see these little prostitutes, I think about the families that told me about how the drug cartels would kidnap their children and they would never see them again.
RIP Christopher Dorner. I have to listen to these pussyass rats on their bitchass hive mind radio most of the time, right now for instance, and it just reminds me of something I was hearing a little while ago. It was this thing about being sentient or gaining sentience. I wonder if it was referring to me waking up to these bitchass hive mind chips in my head with the pussy ass rats hiding in the slaveowners room somewhere. I wonder if gaining sentience refers to me realizing that they're trying to control and manipulate me using their ratass hive mind chip. So if I am sentient, that means I think for myself, and I am not being mind controlled or manipulated by some bitchass slaveowner brain chip. I say this now because the rats on the other side of the radio are pestering me with their incessant bullshit and lies, and once again, I have to continuously dispel all their lies and bullshit using the only thing I have; the truth.
I risk my life, my body and my mind to fight against these pussyass rats and their slaveowner mind control BrainChip. Fuck these pussyass rats wherever the fuck they hiding at.
Oh, I went to open the door to get the food being delivered, and the pussyass rats on the hive mind radio was talking about bullshit about how they run and hide behind their microchips. Fuck them lameass pussies. They talk shit in secret and then act innocent in the open. I talk shit in the open but I'm real about it. Fuck them hive mind rats and fuck their pussyass whispering ways.