Look at me, victim!

 

55. I am very upset with the guard inside me, but I am glad that in their place they are reluctant to express themselves. People inside me have been telling me about themselves all my youth, all my youth, or until I was 20 years old. Those inside me or in my body have guided me from within, from the unseen pin, or from their secret secret locations. Those who are in me, in my body, or in the Guard, living in the midst of the world and myself, do not allow themselves to be abused by these two, the worldly people and myself, and to us, and even to ourselves, by indifference or indifference. by being high-flying. Somehow, in their solitude, they have not forgotten themselves, they have increased their prestige, they have strengthened their pride, and they have always tried to make it easier for them to evaluate themselves as being misunderstood as the highest. The Guardian is, in religious terms, the covering of my orphan's body, the simple cells of my skin that vibrate or move in place without moving. In this way, they tried to separate me from the rest of the world by holding themselves in contrasting or different applause, in high spirits. They separated their prophets or me from the movement of the cells and tissues of the body together, the change in mass, or the renewal of aging, like an insulated, airtight, or surface-hardened coating. As a result, I was left with a flat, transparent coating that didn't mix like a rooster. But in any case, the cells of my body have to be connected to the secular population, to move together, to be renewed and to become obsolete. As a result, hemorrhoids, tumors, or lice (inflammation) appear on the outside and inside of the “hole in the skin” for my body, my body to breathe, and to regenerate. These bubbles or bubbles seem to tell me that I want to breathe, let the wind blow, and that I use the air to cleanse and refresh my whole body. Hemorrhoids are caused by the formation of irreversible rooster sugar in the body, and the apple rooster is forced to form a crack or crack from the sugar pack. Because I am writing such a clear and concise statement, what are the people inside me saying? you don't have to know where to put them. The days of irony, ridicule, or pitching have finally arrived. All that remains is a pure argument with them. It's just a matter of the two of us, the world and ourselves, moving and overcoming. They, the guards, were trying to irony or ridicule without knowing what they were, and now that it was ridiculous, we were both dealing with the situation of the past, the parallel, side-by-side basis of their irony with the cover of my body covering my body. We straighten and correct the straight lines in the nalish. My body must have been living with a strong breath or air through the airways, exchanging with the rest of the world. If there was enough oxygen in every cell, these flesh fibers and molecules would be fresh or pure, and they would be identified in every way, and my influence on my body and on the world would grow side by side in an unknown way. I would not force any person, or even a minority, to commit acts of violence, catastrophe, and behavior through the local pressures of orphanhood. My guards tried to do it on their own. Unfortunately, they could not do such a thing on their own, because my main side, my pressure, or my body, which is equal to them, was created for this work. The goal of the guard inside me or in my body has always been to be a greedy, arrogant wrestler. They say that so many people are connected to me, that this reputation cannot be taken for granted, and that for themselves, “we ourselves have crossed the point of contact, We will carry out the local task ourselves. ” By automating the management of others as much as they can, using the understanding of the correctness and pressure of the habit they have learned in the way of serving everyone, to the prestige of others, to the high standards of their position, they try to make themselves easy by trying to brag about their habits. Only the emerging trans-civilization is concerned with the complete resistance to this. As soon as the 2.5 years of ridicule that have just begun around the world are over, trans-civilization will take over world civilization. When I say trans-civilization, I mean people who sit inside me as if they were standing inside me, but in fact they are in constant transit with the rest of the world, creating a transitory, fast-moving network. In fact, in me right now, a single person or group of people is not so attached to the body, they are not moving with the body, but they are very large waves of human form, or very large, light, waves. they only awaken in me the notion of my life and possession of my memories as they revolve around the Earth at a speed that passes through my body in both transit and trans. They tell me, as if they can do anything, that they control all my life, all my self-control. But when I look at it, it really seems like they’re trying to scare me by knowingly attacking me physically or materially. In fact, they are the most vulnerable, the most vulnerable, the most dangerous behaviors in general, and they can't physically force me against myself. I must not give in to them, human beings, or transgressors, I must not give in, I must not give in, I must not give in, I must not give in to them, I must not give in to them, I must not give in to them, I must not give in to them, I must not give in to them. For now, if they know that I can’t follow my instincts without adapting to my psyche, they can suddenly take over such bodily controls and cause a sudden catastrophe. I have to take these shortcomings into account and correct them until they accept me correctly. In the end, the reverse will happen, and the world will return, and they will receive their punishment through my parallel pressure.