A Leap and a Fall
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) US African AmericanTranscript
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Normally we cannot cognizable the actual projecting entity. This causes a state of confusion, sometimes paranoia. Those most intelligent, most powerful, an extremely comprehensive of others. Contemplation of behavior. Recognize and utilize mental illness as a strategy to cover hypnotic trance and power of suggestion. Fathom a trillion dollar health industry across prescription drugs. Useless excessive doctor visits, overly paid by tax dollars. If their suggestions weren't negative, why would one have to cover it up? What is worse soon in Caucasian power, computer technology, data and information will enable forcing of someone's life with no way of freeing the will against them. I struggled for years. I lost everything three times. Finally, I ended up moving to Beth, So my second cousin's facility. I hated it, but an assisted living facility was a place to live. Beth is an idiot, although the nature of providing shelter for the confused is positive. Even today, she allows people to work who are willing to sell and do drugs still and make all kinds of literal noise more. There are probably prostitutes dwelling. When Beth angered them, they're argumentative. Lee irritated me. Do it to marijuana. I found myself in fights because of my money. Beth kept my opposers around. Those who are aware of prayer more than likely made suggestions to cause problems amongst my family. I chose to go to therapy. Of course, Therapist communicated. No answer, though. He sent me to a psychiatrist who offered pills. Let's slow the mind and make people gain weight. I remember when I angered. I suffered conscious physical tremors and stuttered whenever nervous. Those pills kill slowly. Still, I motion to start my company, Cipher Productions incorporated. I began to build a website and network within the community. Now and then, someone would ask me for graphic design, and I was able to offer it to the problem. Became too often like the slave master. They were willing to make me work for nothing. I was subject to at least eight instances of theft and detail. Minimally, eight times I was asked to perform unpaid tasks. Cons made me waste my time. Some stole the work. People either rob me over the Internet or just forced me to waste my time. Then family inquired to perpetrate the same offense. Uncle Harvey asked me to work for him, too, just to see he was willing to pay an extremely small amount not ever able to use the graphic comes to mind. Also, during my business trial, I tried to invest in Facebook advertising. Facebook ads did not work. They claim to reach custom chosen segments. My ad was answered by poor people on fake accounts. Literally. I owed Facebook a penny. Later, the show Prentice Penny was spawned. Just a strange turn of events. I had no idea what relation irony, if any, continuing therapy visits with Daniel Hurley. I complain about not having a girlfriend. Never changed my brother Curtis, appearing in my mind through most of the women I tried to speak to, never changed. Not having stable employment never changed. Not having quiet in my environment didn't change. So I rejected therapy the pills and moved and someone threatening to shoot me. The delusion went through my mind constantly. That was the only thing that changed. The following may seem paranoid. I recall the instance just after the complaint to the doctor about someone possibly shooting these events make me uneasy. I believe the shooting hallucination was in revenge for me, thinking about shooting a former bully Otis one day as I passed best Vibe Richmond on an angry walk. I pondered the possibilities as to why I kept ending up homeless. I imagine shooting Otis in his head, repetitive. When I fantasized this, I was in my thirties. I had no consciousness of anyone sensing my day drink at the time. No realization for any person able to comprehend me thinking like that. Back in school, I was told that another schoolmate, Sean, had slapped my sister, Tracy. Steve Martin, an underclass schoolmate of Otis Gang, saw me directly in front of John F. Kennedy High School before I could confront Sean Steve, same name as my absent father. Different spelling. Grab the throw to my shirt, pulled a knife and threaten to stab uneasy event one by timeline. During my complaint to Dr Hurley, a person in California News, Chris Jordan Dorner was forced to perpetrate a violence that showed the world about fake police officers