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Are you all still watching?
When I was little, I was stung by a bee and passed out. My mom doesn't remember it.
Over the past year, I've been told some things I didn't previously know about myself. Like, if you pronounce my full name in a particular way, then it becomes a question; if you pronounce the full name of the man I'm in love with, his name is actually the answer to that question.
Last December, he tried to escape his apartment complex. He couldn't.
His roommate has been torturing him and keeping him hostage there. Since it turns out that the man I love and I are somewhat like deities, the guy torturing the man I love has been refusing to let go of his hostage until he gets some sort of negotiation or something. I can't give him anything.
Turns out that the longer this goes on, worse things will more-than-likely continue to happen to the world. I wish people would get the message: the guy I love and I need to be together--he and I love one another. The hostage-taker "roommate" can't get anything since we have nothing to give him. The CIA and FBI are too scared to get involved: God-shit is too real for them I guess. Maybe if this goes into the cultural consciousness, the message will become more salient.
-The actual 0A