You're just salty coz I'm wise to your styles.
I'm not salty at all, and you're running a parallel site to keep me isolated from the entire rest of the internet. You take my work and you publish it to the rest of the world and no one is reading anything write -- I AM IN AN OUBLIETTE AND THIS IS HELL.
I FUCKING SAW YOU DO IT. The worst thing about you is your constant shitbag lying about what you are doing. I don't give a fuck if you "have to" do it because your ass is owned byu INTERPOL or whatever.
EVERY SINGLE PERSON I HAVE EVER KNOWN HAS NEVER HEARD OR READ A SINGLE WORD I HAVE SPOKEN OR POSTED ANYWHERE ON THE INTERNET SINCE THIS WHOLE SHITBAG MESS STARTED.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR FUCKING LIES. YOU HAVE KILLED THE PERSON I USED TO BE AND EVERY PERSON WHO CARES ABOUT ME WILL NEVER, EVER, EVER READ THIS-- YOU WILL JUST REPLACE IT WITH SOME FUCKED OFF HAIKU OR SOMETHING.
I knew that this was going to happen since 2010, you fucking dork. This is what the Company does. IT IS THE FUCKING POLICY.
All you have done is remind me that there are still people in the world who don't know it yet, and if they ever did --- someone else gets on the fucking phone with a voice filter and REPLACES MY LIFE WITH WHATEVER THEY WANT.
EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. There is no escape from the goddam Pantopticon, AND YOU FUCKING MOTHER GODDAM WELL KNOW IT.
You never fooled me with this shit for one single fucking moment. You've got some asshole who may or may even look like "me" at all, sitting in some house somewhere, and NO ONE KNOWS WHERE I AM. I AM KEPT PRISONER IN THE WORLD BY COMPLETE CONTROL OF MY COMMUNICATIONS AND MONITORING OF MY MOVEMENT.
I AM A MAN WHO DOES NOT EXIST, and if you shit bag assholes thought that I didn't know that, well, you are fucking deluisional shitheads, that is for sure.
I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN THIS WOULD HAPPEN AND I HAVE NEVER, EVER HAD A SINGLE CHANCE OF ESCAPING THIS FATE. Every man dies alone.
"you're just salty" oh yeah and another thing: your dope is shit, I don't want what is given to me, but you're all too self-absorbed in your own delusions to notice: I AM NOT HAPPY.
And most of you shitheads wouldn't care if I were or not. You're all still maintaining the illusion that this is a real site. ELLGAB IS 100% ROBOTS. THIS SITE IS YOU AND MV AND ME AND EVERYONE ELSE IS ROBOTS.
THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY EVERYONE JUST VANISHED, ASSHOLE. You tell me I don't have friends? NO, buddy, YOU ARE THE ONE WITH NO FRIENDS.
You just have pancakes. Go shove some in your pancake hole, because if you think I give a shit what people who get fooled by you and your bullshit think, you are fucking wrong.
PEOPLE ARE LOOKING FOR ME AND CANNOT FIND ME. THEY ARE STOPPED BY POLICE IF THEY TRY TO DRIVE. THEIR CALLS ARE INTERCEPTED, IF THEY EVEN KNOW MY FUCKING PHONE NUMBER. YOUR SHITHEAD "LOOKING GLASS" FAGGOT PARTNERS STOLE MY EMAIL ADDRESS, MY IDENTITY, AND WHATEVER PATHETIC SHIT REMAINS OF WHATEVER FUCKED OFF LIFE I USED TO HAVE.
YOU HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS. AND I NEVER, EVER, EVER THOUGHT YOU WERE NOT DOING IT.
AND ANY OF MY FRIENDS THAT FIGURED THIS OUT? YOU EITHER KILLED THEM OR BRAINWASHED THEM OR RAPED THEM INTO MARRRIAGE OR... TURNED THEM INTO ANIMALS AND FUCKED THEM AT YOUR CIRCUS.
I have no idea, really. I do know this: NO ONE CAN REACH ME.
So, not salty. SIGNED, SOL T. SUPERNOVA. esQ
p.s.: MAINTAIN RADIO SILENCE. 5:5
p.p.s.: I can't even load my fucking email right now. "Site is busy." oh really? Yeah it's busy with you fuckers scrambling to maintain your twinned illusion. I've been watching this happen FOR YEARS. I can believe you thought I didn't know.
p.p.p.s.: It's what I came here to do; and I am only still here because of HER and SHE and THEY and to watch them rip out your spine and hang it up as a trophy. Fuck you, Alistair Laird.
YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE HURT MY FRIENDS, AND I HOPE THEY KILL YOU BEFORE BOTHERING TO RESCUE ME. I don't need to be rescued. I need a fucking ADDRESS. This house is fucked and I am not doing anything to it. EVER. "Remodeling," hahhaa, FUCK YOU.
YOU REMODEL IT, FIVE AND EVEN:5 (You are
this transparent to Me.)
