but what has the lynch mob ever done to bring my slavery upon themselves? my slavery is completely unfair to those who enslave me. I don't think there is anything they haven't done to me. they deserve to die, but they are already dead.
one day I suddenly became famous (without being famous). step by step, all these things that look like people just turned into complete assholes. they let me know they knew my thoughts, and then they all would cough loudly around me. this was everywhere and everyone was the same. they would exploit me in every way. when I went to people I thought I knew they were all just the same assholes with the same personality, same behaviours etc. they kept arresting me and stuff. it was amazing. then I found out it was a fantasy world, and they no longer needed to pretend they were not a herd. the omnipresent mob used their usual (though intensified) methods to drive me to kill myself, because it was the most important thing in the world (I'm told). then they arrested me and didn't let me go for a few years.
as the years passed, I had stopped having very high expectations out of life. they just kept coughing, and I kept trying to ignore it. if I talked about it they would deny it, say that I'm crazy, and corroborate each others lies as a herd. then they kept coughing, and made it very unignorable that they were doing it on purpose. I would stick pieces of plastic in my ears etc. but they showed no mercy. then I suddenly got famous, and everyone started staring at me. I devoted an entire summer staring back at them (which they would later compensate for by all touching themselves until now it's very difficult to use my eyes around them). I kept staring at them until I was starting to get famous (I also started using websites at that point). then something happened and I suddenly got famous. then a great herd of them just kept taking shots at me, conditioning me, coughing and touching themselves, making fun of me, and then all of a sudden everyone just turned against me and left me and told me to go kill myself. for some reason I had been expecting that to happen and did not let them take away my sense of self-worth, as I had done in the past. then I got famous. they are still the same. they talk in rhymes and metaphors, and indeed do tell me things I already knew. if I talked to them about the very things they seem to be saying, they would say 'have we met?' 'I am such and such' etc. it's their programming. they are all assholes, they are all the same, they exploit me and try to make me feel worthless, they make stupid faces, they take credit for qualities they do not possess, and tell me that I don't possess them when I do. they use their great numbers against me, and nothing is ever enough for them. they don't want to have a relationship with me, and in fact don't allow it, but they refuse to not have a relationship to my life, where their role is to exploit.