• I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    Melissadevlin.com will have everything I can think of to describe and address civilian psychological operations.

    Maybe I can shine a light on what to do.
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    From a troll-bot

    Slipping and sliding stones in a soundscape creates the system of abuse.

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    Even more succinctly put?

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    Slipping – sliding stories in a soundscape system.

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    “You don’t know what to do,

    “Because you love him and he loves you,

    “But there’ll be time before one can be two,

    “It’s true.”

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    For when you really need chocolate!

    Omg delicious!

    (750 calories for one whole thing.)

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    You assholes:

    You’ll say anything to have an effect.

    And those who don’t think you’re stupid?

    Believe you – just as you want.

    So we waste our sodding breath on your bullshit you energetic vampires!

    Lidocaine (a topical pain killer) isn’t addictive. You know it. But you’re hoping someone else is fooled.

    You utter waste of time.

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    What have I been doing?

    Unpacking

    A delightful kitchen

    It’s been worth the exhaustion!

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    I have welcomed the eyes of law enforcement for four years. Starting with an upload.

    Earlier this past year I at some point publicly announced I welcomed American intelligence services to watch my entire digital signature and they had permission to use said signature – including work. To stop and prevent criminal activity.

    I would call terrorism pretty criminal.

    Now they don’t own it – yet. It utterly goes to them upon my death. But for now in tandem I’m free to write, and generate an ever growing digital footprint.

    They are my books to edit and complete. They do not belong to the American public. They’re never going to because there are limits to the freedom of information act.

    No one has permission to develop them, edit them, steal them. Or shit on them.

    Frankly.

    Keep your shitty 8th grade level AI away.

    As a result of being watched, (with my permission), everyone felt entitled to follow Joshua Sonnikson’s interest in what was becoming an ever unified law enforcement intelligence pool.

    Systems talk to each other because the threats out there are severe.

    And one of them is Joshua Sonnikson.

    But he’s gained cult like favor for “exposing” leaks in the system. Leaks that asshole and his hacking GUI created and he gamified the use of.

    He was a consultant, like Snowden. And my opinion on that guy aside. He went global by going to the news. Not a proof of concept push to drive a person to suicide.

    Yet everyone blindly follows the comparison because they “don’t see the harm.”

    Look, you little assholes.

    Our national security depended on secrecy and the police scanner isn’t Facebook. The police need to operate in privacy, as does the FBI, as does the NSA. Etc. and So forth. Transparency is a bullshit concept you’ve all proven is more destructive than anything else.

    Congress has oversight. You don’t trust them? Vote.

    But you’re all warm about a sociopath whose proof of concept was to try to get the general public to kill his ex, semi romantic partner. Me.

    Now you’re widening security loopholes he created and you feel justified doing so. Following your cult masters lead into trying to kill me like it’s a biblical event.

    And if you don’t stop? The destruction of America will worsen and never recover from a certain presidency we hope is just worked around more than worked for.

    It will certainly feel biblical.

    While this started under Biden’s watch. Now Trump is technically in charge you act like you’re somehow justified in shitting on anyone helping the government in any way. And a writer who didn’t mind intelligence services seems like fair game to you.

    What the fuck is wrong with you? Too entitled to think? Believe the constitution isn’t something worth protecting? My right to privacy invaded because you don’t even know what it says.

    We have individuals in the public and government practically wiping their arse with copies of it I beseech you to have a significantly higher degree of respect for it.

    Those assholes belong to temporary politicians and vigilantes everywhere. Have some sense to wait this out and stop digging your claws into loopholes and glorifying a traitor.

    You have questions about oversight? Call your regional senator’s office. Don’t glorify that asshole and stop sharing his targets because of some bullshit “some eggs have to crack” mantra that is distinctly un-American. This is “no man left behind” land. Not “ends justify the means.”

    God I want to hide from you
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    Well. Contact.

    My left eye’s distance is fine so my right eye gets the adjustment. For reading – so I can still see well enough.

    Meh. I look okay. Have some plucking and waxing to do!
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    My brain: Let’s do the thing!

    Body: Na too tired. Let’s rest.

    Brain: Can’t rest. Bored.

    Body: Too bad!

    Brain: . . . Let’s rest.

    Too tired to think!
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    There’s a “soundscape” I dubbed popcorn music because it made my brain feel like it was exploding into popcorn. It’s hard to describe any other way because it’s more than misfiring neurons. And for me it use to induce rage instantly.

    That I wouldn’t let out but dissipated when the sound stopped.

    Another frequency induced suicidal feelings whether one had any plans or not.

    I felt them last night, together. But mot as on fire as it has been in the past but it’s a dangerous combination that is relieved as soon as the sound stops.

    If you are experiencing sudden anger or a sensation there’s something indescribable wrong with your brain it may be an inaudible frequency attack.

    Same with suicidal feelings out of nowhere.

    Earplugs won’t help because it’s directly fucking with your brain. It’s something you experience not hear.

    I don’t have another suggested solution other than to get away. Go to a friend’s. Go to the hospital.

    I think by now they might even know what’s happening when you say, “my brain feels weird and I suddenly feel like dying.”

    I know a few would be annoyed by me saying the hospital might help, but frankly it’s better for everyone if I stay put because the trollbot follows me there.

    We do not need a building of people recovering from psychiatric events to be attacked by that weapon of mass suicidal induction.

    It’s a dangerous tool and some people have access to “just seeing what it does” because they don’t realize it’s like firing a gun because it’s a new weapon and bullets seem “unrealistic.”

    Please don’t play with the trollbot because it exists to put brains on fire so whomever you set it on might not survive.

    And it will be because some assholes was “just curious.”