Over the past 8-9 years, I remember hearing things in telepathy about some website called 4chan.
At first, many of the voices told me to never go to 4chan. I actually started going to 4chan about 2 months ago, shocked to see it had about 4 billion users.
Over this summer, I started hearing that my neighbors and all my old friends in Kansas City were filming orgies with the intent of torturing my mind with their acts, via making body feel inferior to the sexual prowess of the people I used to know who never let me share intimacy with them (I used to know so many beautiful women). That was when the genuine and truthful paranoia of it seemed like it was too much for me, so I had to get an account. I’m still not committing suicide though, despite what you were hoping for more recently based on some X and Facebook posts I wrote very recently. And all of you trying to push me to suicide because of this kind of thing will get what you deserve from this day forward.
I’m pretty sure they (you?) have duplicate and clone devices, WiFi, IP addresses, social security accounts, bank accounts (many of you as best reason I have to be paranoid about it anyway know my PIN number on my debit card) and they wouldn’t have to tell me that their clone devices are so similar to mine because they want to visit the Voyeurism Of Chris Milbourn chatrooms on 4chan or whatever the”dark web” is, from a device separate from my own data logs with my own personal information (I have at least 3 rotating IP addresses on at least one of my devices already somehow), then tell me, “Well, we found your iPod and iPhone,” and we have everything we need say that you have seen the Voyeurism Of Your Own Life”.
I’d prefer that the chatroom on 4chan or somewhere on the “dark web”, where all of my overnight dreams, internal and unspoken thoughts, bodily sounds, my voice in my own apartment, etc., being broadcast for billions of users across the world to comment about every single day, to be dismantled. The truth is, I don’t know how long this has been going on and MOST IMPORTANTLY I have never once seen or heard a live broadcast of brain, heart, body, soul or spirit on any website ever. I have no idea how to access that chatroom on 4chan or perhaps if it’s anywhere else on the “dark web” or anywhere else. If this is really happening, I need to be compensated, but since the entire mental health and legal system probably has a 4chan account as well, none of them will return my phone calls so we can sit down, ya know, rub our hands across from each other, and plan how I can finally win a lawsuit based on the likely civil and human rights violations being inflicted on me via 4chan and wherever else on the internet or “dark web”.
Some of the commenters in the chatroom I am actually delusional enough to think I can hear in telepathy as they’re typing, unbrknowmst to me, are actually supportive and don’t merely make fun of me when I happen to have my phone in the bathroom. But some of those people can turn bad really quick with just the right lawsuit assigned to them to file against me for me writing some of their supportive advice from the first person on my personal mental health blog, this Locals Before Legends blog that is, and stick me with something equal or similar to copyright and/or trademark infringement.
At this point I refuse to believe you’re all demons. But a lot of you are on your way. I’ve told you people before that there are things you can do every day moving forward that can reduce the amount of time you’ve got assigned to you in hell, before this article went live on this blog anyway.