In June of 2019, "authorities" hauled me to a hospital, surrounded me, and cut my clothes off of me with a blade in what I perceive as a ritual humiliation meant to symbolize gang rape. They injected me with something (allegedly Ativan) that gave me slurred speech and stroke-like symptoms, then took me to Highland Springs in Highland Hills, Ohio (which is not, as advertised, a mental health care facility). Many of the staffers there exhibited sadistic behaviors. Five days along in my involuntary incarceration (which involved zero due process), I was again injected via syringe in a ritual humiliation; whatever was injected that time did not have the same effect as the first injection, though the staffers claimed the 2nd injection was Ativan. I'm now terrified wondering if I was injected with a toxin, an experimental virus, HIV, or something else.
Whoever placed the phone call(s) that resulted in me being tortured in this way: CONFESS NOW.
Since that ordeal, I've been smoking tobacco much more than ever before (around four times as much tobacco per day as before the torture), and I've been adding scars to my arms as a way to cope with the vivid sense memories of the humiliations and the anguish about not knowing what the sadists injected into me. I have intrusive thoughts about the events of June 2019 and cannot focus enough to enjoy much reading or writing. I'm stunned that I can even cobble together poems that I tweet.
Attention sadists: the imminent E.L.E. is your fault. You had every opportunity for many decades to evolve toward world peace. Now that you've desecrated me and many of those I love: FUCK YOU. You're monsters, complicit sadists, fascists, and war profiteers. You derived pleasure from torturing me. I shall look the other way as viruses engineered by governments that you supported cleanse Earth of all human life -- and remember that for over three decades, I've been an advocate of eliminating all weapons including bio-weapons.
Also, interesting timing: just before I was hauled to Highland Springs, my best advocate at The Far West Center was incapacitated by a personal trauma (the death of someone close to her). Funny "coincidence," that. Do you perceive me as paranoid? Do I sound incoherent? Does this look like a "word salad" to you? I emote, cry, and rage more intensely than most so-called "healthy" people. I was never insane in the way I was painted to be. I suffer from depression, often severe, but I was never delusional.
Farewell to the humans: enjoy the extinction level event of March 2020.