In the Dark

In the Dark
8:17pm. (I've reorganized my earlier entries into reverse chronology.) So am I correct in guessing that one of the foiled felons had my hood? The one I lost in the hospital? What was he doing there? Moving in on a helpless victim? Now you may see the true inspiration for characters like De Bauch in my poem the Herald (Part VI, the Hounds), closing in on their helpless prey, lost in their sadistic fantasies.

5:14pm:



4:15pm. I shot my little speech by the water today. Just a quick check here to see if I still have my profile. I want those views returned. And if you're reading, the ones who keep calling me a thief like to do it after they have stolen my identity like that. And broadcasters tend to support their crime.

3:27pm. DID ANYONE NOTICE THE BIG BLACK UGLY BAR ACROSS MY PROFILE ON MY LYRICS INDEX AT 3:27PM JUST NOW? I TOOK A RECORDING OF IT FOR MY LAWYER'S NEXT LIBRARY VISIT VIDEO! I knew I'd find something.

3:20pm. I just deleted that stupid video I used to test for shenanigans. My hair looked like shit in it anyway. Still, don't let anyone impersonate it. And was there quite a lot of activity going on from shortly after my last library visit to immediately before this post? Sure seemed like it to me.

2:04pm. Back from the dentist's. My old chopper was stubborn. She had to drill it off. I could smell the burning ceramic. But she did a fine job. Got a temporary to fill the space that's already a vast improvement. Show it to you later, I guess.

12:28pm:

(DELETED TEST VIDEO)

Okay, I know something was up earlier. People I don't like were screwing with my posts. Maybe they still are now. That nighttime one was a repeat vlog, I think. Same thought, different yard. Strike down the impersonator! Are you sure they're all locked up? I doubt it. I think there are always lots of them active. Our laws are too easy on them.

If they have some kind of Room 101 for them in jail, I would suggest the dentist's chair as a new option there. I doubt it would reform their behaviour, but it would certainly be just.

I swear a passer-by was bashing my Forgotten song earlier. Yeah, I wonder why I wrote that. Uh, I think it's about the worst victims in the world. Does he have a problem with that? I could only see the culpable media having a problem with a song like that when it can't come from one of their musical con men to convince you it means the opposite of what it says.

10:59am. I don't browse the web, so I must commend people out there who find and flag these frauds for me. I have not browsed the web in a long time. I seem to mostly post things that I already shared eleven years ago - or longer. I don't know the faces of these attackers or their names, but do they ever know mine.

There's something funny going on out there. I bet my attackers know I'm visiting my dentist again this afternoon. Can someone keep an eye on them until I an get that chopper replaced? I don't know their names, but I keep hearing about their private parts. I'd really appreciate it.

   
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