I had a dream last night, or this morning I should say. I was kissing Alex Jones. He was an awful kisser, and I woke up in a sweat.
“That is IT,” I mumble to myself as I blindly searched for a mug and some café au lait to accompany it. I have tried to be a truther, I really have. I have been all over the dark web and then some, and Jesus, Mary and Joseph I just can’t do it any more. God wants us to be seekers of the truth, but frankly, I have had enough. I don’t know who I am, where I live, who to trust, who is human or a Reptilian. Let’s just say: my brain is friedola.
Why would a person suffering CPTSD, who just relapsed because of family drama, who runs from the Saw commercials like a cartoon character……WHY WOULD I DO THIS. Jeez Louise, I thought the Flaka videos were bad. The following are just a few of the videos I have gone through in the last week or so:
Clinton Body Count Increases
Glitch in the Matrix, Holograms, Handlers and Human Clone Malfunctions
Anderson Cooper Masonic CIA Roots and my personal favorite;
Fascinating Interview with Reptilian Hybrid Housewife.
What the capital F, FUCK have I been doing to my brain? How will I go on? Who is right and who is wrong? Is President Trump a Reptilian or a Clone and when will he malfunction? Did John McCain really see General Petraeus really turn into a lizard? Is the Queen of England a baby eating Satanist?
I don’t know. I don’t care. I am taking a break and getting into the fetal position, where I will remain until God speaks.