Sylvanna Devlin
I am Melissa Devlin, but you can call me Sylvanna.
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Even when I don’t want to be. I’ve had such the narrative pumped into my feverish mind that I don’t know if the truth will ever be clear.
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I love you.
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No wonder I want to die. Everyone seems to know things about a Melissa Devlin and won’t tell me what. Because she stole my pictures.
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I got in some snacks, some dealcoholized wine, ready to celebrate the season – along with some wine glasses still in their container. I really shouldn’t have bought them. I won’t be able to afford them next Christmas. But since I did, and they’re special they’re going under the tree. Self gifting? Are you that…
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What is it? It’s creating or altering real sound, video, and social media. False pictures. 3D images. And lots and lots of synthesized sound. It can also involve hacking – and for me reading off what I’m writing! It’s too much to live with. I understand. But it’s here and it’s real – reality abuse.…
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America, thanks to certain politics, is on the world’s shit list again. And other immigrants and asylum seekers are having a hard time. With institutional racism, homophobia, and a generally sexist history, many on the left wing no longer see themselves as Patriots. They may even say they’d love this country a whole lot more…
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Bas is omnidirectional and travels through solid objects. If someone is playing a low loop loud enough everyone can experience the sound even if it doesn’t seem to register. High pitched whines don’t know about. But put something at a high frequency and high decibel and it can make your teeth hurt! Seriously my stalker…
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I have to keep an eye on her almost full time!
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I, recognizing my maternal will become publicly available in 50 years but not enter the public domain, hereby permit United States Intelligence services to use my digital signature to stop and catch those using it to commit crimes. Don’t worry folks. I’ll still self publish. But each series at once so you can binge read!…
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Using clips recorded from me, and the gaslighting robot me, to surround me and close in with sound, abuse, autofill, and tricks and cons she’s done using my identity. “No one knows the truth”, “No one will believe you” “Just die already.” Slipping sliding words that successfully isolates me and turns others into monsters of…