Freaking Replicants

Stay out of my writing and my art, you stupid thieving hussy. In fact, you know what? Stay out of my life entirely. Stop pretending that you’re me, it's damn near impossible to be me, I can't even do it sometimes (DID is a bitch). But if everyone in my life wants you more than me, well I guess its me? Nope, wrong! You and your ilk like to mind control everyone around you, and the people that were mine haven't been able to make fair judgement about anything, not for years… they’re just doing what the mind monsters tell them to do, so they don't get hurt.

But that's a part of the plan, at least as far as I can figure. Its classic divide and conquer strategy, but it hurts being the isolated one, and of course if their aim is to kill me, then that would seem to be the best start to that end. But for that one tiny little detail, that i don’t die very easily, it would seem to be a sound plan. Unfortunately for them, I just don’t have the capability to die, it seems.

I just put up a journal post earlier this morning, by the time i went to look at it again, someone had absconded with the original, and left something bland, tasteless, and slightly rotten in it’s place. And they’d also taken the original document out of my google docs folder. Luckily i was able to pull out the original words from the thread i had going with Erick (theo.site), so it did get put back up in all its glory.

Why do some people feel entitled to do what ever the fuck they please, no matter whom it harms? Why do they feel like they can just go into peoples homes, their lives, their mind, and control them by whatever means they want? The funny part is if they get some of that thrown back at them, they start acting like two year olds throwing tantrums over candy in the supermarket.

And as for the creeps who've been willing to help them, even they know what the end results will be? I truly pray they get a taste of what it’s like to be on the shit end of the stick. Luckily I'm pretty sure that most of the people helping these weirdos are only doing it under duress, even if they think they're a willing participant. They're like those ants that get taken over by that zombie fungus, that as soon as it casts its spores into the ant, the ant is completely under the fungus’ control, until it gets too big for the carapace and the ant dies and goes immobile. Then the fungus grows new spore pods or whatever they're actually called and the cycle begins again. And that's another reason that they just might be an actual virus. Or some sort of pathogen at least.

Freaking replicants.

We may share a collective consciousness, but humans are not a hive mind like THEY seem to be… I would call them the Borg, but that would be insulting to the Borg.

Lets see you steal this one, hmm? Yeah not quite, keep your freaking weird ass fake looking facade off my everything. I don’t like you. And i’m not required to.