|read how my situation with attempted mind control started.
|Really on another planet -
I turned around and looked into the vast black
Light years away from my home -
I know I'll never go back -
but I haven't accepted it yet
So here I am -
on this planet - displaced -
I don't know how I got here
don't know how I got chosen
All these experiments - I have to perform
until I die
All for the sake of being monitored
until I die
This is all my life is ever going to mean
I don't get what people can
I have to adapt -
|One time somebody looked at me
and spoke to me
and it wasn't a lie
Once somebody looked at me in the
And they said something, and it
wasn't a lie ---
I might have fallen in love ------
Once somebody asked me a question
because they wanted to know the answer
Once somebody used words to
with words -------
And it wasn't even for
Once somebody felt good without
When I was a person like
Once somebody cared - I can't imagine
Once I had something somebody
What do I have that they
Once it was just life.
Once somebody looked at me
& didn't feel the need to
push me or change me
Once somebody looke at me
and saw me
Once, I heard rain....& just
[quiet] out .....
words held a high value -
Exchanged regularaly, like
Each one could havr a domino-effec
|IN THE BELLY OF THE MONSTER...|
(I hear .".....Edie....
>tohh!<"(someone spit)..."Don't you do that.!"(about my writing their words down, as they speak)
....">tohh!<"...."Can I help you?"...">tohh!<"...."change!"...
"I'm warning you"..."CAN I HELP YOU?"... "First of all...(?)(!")......."SEX!!"
|SHOPPING LIST (4/29/02 : around 11 p.m.).|
|Once, people weren't emotionally dependant on lies.
One day, they all looked at each other
and nobody was safe
|What would cause them to stop?
It's been 8 years, now.
Who's idea was this to begin with - for me to be involved?
Why are they doing this?
|- a minute and a half, slice of my life - this is what I hear,..as I write my grocery list...|
| check out the tech facts, about the stalking technology used...
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| MY WORDS -POETRY / VENT SITEMAP
|...being WORN, like a living human overcoat, by others, who 'bought their ticket' for this misery-ride, that THEY'VE created. . .
saves them, from their previous lives of boredom and argueing with each other. Now they all get along looking @ each other, but talking really their own inner fears...
|discription of my symptoms w/ pictures