I hate attracting the freakshow to me, it's a neverending circus of baffoons, weirdos, freaks of nature, and so on. My online life is like that of a zoo keeper or circus manager, and I have to corral all of those who can be corraled into their own little box, and make sure none of the monsters will actually lash out at me. At this point assume any of my performers or zoo animals would be willing to destroy my line of work and myself at any point, or find me, kill me or rape me, I just need to make sure they don't get to that point, but some people are just too close to the edge to keep around. I can see the killer nature and freakish desires in your eyes and in everything you say, you want to harm me and that's okay, you can desire that, but we have a circus to run.

Everybody's after me, everybody's trying to get a piece of me, everyone's spying on me. I've been on the run for months now, I've been living out of a barn for the last 3 weeks by the kindness of god and this man's heart. I can't get away, no matter how hard I try from these people. They keep following me, they won't stop trying to pin me down and torture me. They're going to kidnap me. I see them on the road, they're giving me the look. You'll know it if you've seen it, a look that they can't hide no matter how hard they try that they know you or are disgusted. You see them too right? We need to run, we need to get away before they catch us. Everybody wants to get us killed.

I don't care about you at any level, you are nothing but a tool to me. You are effectively a gear in my machine, I can remove you at any point and it'll work just as well if not better if I choose to do so. I play the social game like building a machine, that's the best way to do it. You have to choose the right tools and use them in the right way, organize them in the right way, in order to make the machine, a machine of machines. Woah, that might sound too serious for a joke, that's because I'm serious. I never cared about you, I only talk to you to stick you to me, my words are a trap to keep you on my for eternity. You're stuck with me for as long as I want, it's that simple. I am the king of social manipulation, I am a god of writing. I can control you however I want, I just choose to keep a distance from you because I don't want to deal with your problems.

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I've been planting muffins outside of the local police station for months now. They're all different flavors and in different paper wrapping and so on, and I always put a note with random strings of letters and numbers (like this: AB35|XC35|64CC|91PD) and they've been trying their hardest to figure out what they mean. They've gone so far as to plant a guard 24/7 to watch for the now infamous local "Muffin man" (I've appeared on the news several times) but there's always at least a few minutes every few days where they stop standing watch. It's not like this will be a problem if I am caught though, there's no crime to laying muffins outside of police stations except perhaps a littering fine at the absolute worst. I would highly recommend the same for anyone reading this, it's amazing how little it takes to mess with local law enforcement is rather harmless ways.

David was a little crazy, a bit of a nutter. He was a heroin addict living in Scotland and he had just had enough of it all, after being diagnosed with schizophrenia in 2017 things had just never been the same. No matter how many psych wards he went to none of the meds seemed to work. He's been mad for so long he hadn't remembered what it was like to be sane, he's been contemplating crashing into the police station with a gas and oxygen tank and blowing it all to hell. But he couldn't do it, he had a wife and kids to take care of. He did his best to take care of them, floating between jobs he could find in rural Scotland, driving hours to teach one. He didn't have the money to move, he had never made quite enough money since his first psychotic break in 2014.

His kids, who were 12 now, only had some loose memories of what he was like before his first psychotic incident and he wishes that they had remembered who he was. How was he supposed to be a father now, how would his kids think of him when they aged into their teens. He figured he should have been dead a while ago rather than being remembered as a madman, maybe he would go fishing one day and get into an 'accident' in which he drowned in the river. But he knew it'd be selfish for him to do that, his wife couldn't take care of the kids on her own, nobody they knew would be able to financially support them. So he just keeps going, he keeps working, he just does the best he can with the time he has left with his deteriorating sanity.

I cannot stop myself from gaslighting you. It's not my fault, I am at the whim of my immediate desire, I'm an insane manic and sociopathic madman. My thin veil of empathy is fading away, dissipating into nothing. I am truly insane, I have no empathy and I just want to hurt you. That's right, you. Every time I write these I get off to the thought of you crying in your bed thinking about if I really hate you. It turns me on so much, I jack off for hours a day just thinking about you crying because of what I say. I want you to cry for me, cry for me please. I want you to think about me when you bawl your eyes out, I will never stop hurting you.

That's it, I've had enough fo you. I've had enough of your shit, I don't want to hear anything you have to say anymore. Everything that comes out of your mouth is meaningless, you have never said anything of value and your political beliefs are trash tier. Your opinions are not right, they're not cool, you don't know what you're talking about. I don't want to hear about how you have some huge revalation or that you read some stupid fucking book. You are entirely worthless and the antithesis of political theory and thought. You just need to go outside more, you need to go out and do something. I just can't stand it anymore, I had to tell you this, I don't think I'd stay sane if I didn't. I just fucking hate you, I hate you so much I don't know why I haven't stopped talking to you and blocked you everywhere I can contact you. Jesus christ, what the hell are you thinking? What's going through your head on a daily basis? Get some help dude.