Synthetic telepathy anyone?! Any thoughts?
All that consumes me these days are the annoying comments or "thoughts" that run through my head. "They put a device in my head" seems to be the how and the what but the reason as to why is all corrupt. The community is so concerned with putting me in my place that they don't care to actually think about what's happening. The same people who led a crusade over protecting the children in the community are now pacified by this illusion created by the predators that live in the neighborhood. The people to watch out for live at 1065-1081 Jerome avenue.
A building that has the most dispicable people on the planet. Each one more confused and perplexing than the last, lost in their own delusion. Arrogance leads them to believe that they are entitled to every aspect of my upbringing and unfortunately, to them, sexual exploits of a younger me is at the top of the list. Amidst heresay and speculation all I know to be true is that while everyone is watching me, I'm watching the nigga in 3B.
