mass communication. I ordered this but face - to - face. Will not turn off the audience? Their eyes, gestures and tapping, it disturbs. The alleged acceptance of my deeds, as if their meaning would be able to accommodate. Indifference dominates the room. So why are they here? Why do they torture me? You should go! Tell them they should go! I need peace in order to develop my creativity. Otherwise stifled my spirit to the imaginary remnants of my colleagues. We must not think at the same time. Selection. Even nature, it has not hurt. Tell them to sort it! Me away from the other. I need a separate cell.
marked narcissistic, I was always an egoist. My mother belongs to me, even if it cost my father. I will pay! Also feel free credit bar all just get out. No, no signature I want to see the blood now. I want to see how they all suffer when they no longer hear my thoughts. As they sit there in a completely empty space of their heads reflects. They cry. Using look up crying. Their bodies are stiff, her face pale altogether. No gestures, no knocking. I will watch. With relish, enjoy the view.
straitjacket - psychotropic drugs - solitary confinement
Finally I have a space to develop my thoughts in peace.
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