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Over a period of years, I have noticed a trend with my online activity. It may sound a bit strange but I'm serious. When I search online for anything or look through any number of sites, in reality, the opposite turns into the case. If I search "black ass", in life I am surrounded by white. When I search " white pussy", the result in life is everywhere I go it's darkness. It does not have to be sexual but that would be the most blatantly obvious. Take stock trading as another example. In the beginning, I made tons of money. People have been spying on every kind of activity of mine to steal. I searched anything on purpose and the pattern has not changed for decades. Up here comes down. Low here comes high. Even phone calls are forestalled for whatever effect. On other occasions, the world's dirt is hidden behind me wherever I go. Knowing the thought is to go to any place, a mob travels there to do whatever when so many eyes and ears are focused on me.

Scum congregate around my yard every minute of the day yapping and yapping and yapping. Scum block my gate. Scum block my driveway. Scum block the walkway. Scum block any and every passage in existence. If pussy thinks to come anywhere near me, the same scum is always around. The scum that needs to die to it I am so much when it is with some bitch yet not me to myself. The scum trespasses, spies, makes noise and it never ceases.

I'm not talking to scum but here comes scum talking to me. I'm not dealing with scum. I'm not addressing scum. Scum is dealing with and addressing me. Scum is not feeding, clothing or sheltering me but when food runs low or some utility cuts off, those are the most notable times scum vanishes like black here's white or white here's black.

The only reason for scum I see is to kill me. Since it is no individual, there is no joy felt when each look like dead also dies. Another, another, another. It seems each has no awareness of any before. Maybe such and such moved away for family or work. Killed. Next. Murdered. Next. Next.

Nothing can be said about this scum in terms of concreteness or abstraction except Daniel Jon Campbell. The name in this sense means nothing more than a label like a stamp or serial number but still refers to a specific entity, a sole prey with countless predators of scum.

I

1. A. Mercy? I am not your executioner.

These are my other channels:

The only way I see you living is to not be connected with why you are about to die. Destroy your spy equipment. Leave me in peace. Otherwise, anything you gain is only fleeting.

B. People see you break in from even a hill. Do you prefer a roof? How about a balloon? Curtains? Anything. You take, you die without me being compensated. All files have my signature or encrypted. Destroy/erase or die along with all associated.

2. You may also be spying or already hold some deadly information concerning others and get killed anyway. I'm Celtic.

It's not spying the same as deadly but could be if you resist. All my sub's form a media stream. Otherwise, I think it's called run for your life.