"He fucked up global politics."

"It helped my people take Ireland."

"He told them I'm a pedophile and I need to be raped so I don't rape children."

blank stare

"You are a pedophile, S***."

They r my exes all day and night and make sure I feel it, breathe into my lungs and mouth, c* all over me and in my stomach and down my throat, and tell me about the r and talk shit to me. They give me their H@#$%&@# "Kiss of Death," which is some mixture of c and s**. They abort babies in my belly and make me swallow dead fetuses. The whole time they tell me to make a pact not to take them to court in the GFL and, I believe, the P&@#$%&@. This is all spiritual torture and r@#$, not physical. I don't know what to do or when help is coming. I ask every day.

They have an Ogryn in here and apparently they have this panda thing they do. I had/have the panda eyes pretty bad. I've been evicted from the house and might have to leave in a couple months. People keep thinking I'm homeless when I go for walks, I don't look so good.

"Blood of a unicorn is my name now."

"I'm r@#$%& her down to nothing, like that band you like so much."

"You didn't agree to this, but I have to keep going."