The staring multi-eyed prying eyes staring black holes, bleak like moles without a toll free carnage on every personal level--joyous the leeches grow their antennas and they waiver as they emit whatever noises grotesque pests make all in unison a shrill dance macabre of emitting death notes of a scatological scale: The happy chirpy future of gang stalking techno-terror cyber-stalking surveillance cameras brain implants and bugs everywhere ("bugs" was an older term for spyware) and you can sit comfortably on the toilet as they watch you do your thing then comment on the black poison they poured into your food (all pristine white and clear, tasteless odorless but comes out all hard, chunky with bits and pieces of flesh, gall stones, etc and they laugh as you defecate and then laugh at you body---the chirping noises they make are screaming locust, modified protrubious angular antennas hovering over you to emit all kinds of secretions and oblations of outpourings of reverence to the grotesque demon they worship but besides the filth they order their pet locusts to pour into your room, you can still have a few unstained and non-stinking items with the theart of making you (me) homeless if I don't let their antennas up my bodily functions plus the poison going into other orifices to make a continuum of total penetration
"My Room--SNL". Saturday Night Live. May 3, 2026. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ "Depeche Mode--Everything Counts--rare--1983 Cologne WTF (sic) Club". Manuelkoeln1. May 28, 2011.