For it all started when someone invented a way to appear to the public that the education has a bright end, a bright light.

But the light was blinding. There is a recoil every time it was shinen, and it is the forces. Undefectable impulses of man that deny him all chances of staying still. For the light cannot persist without subsequent darkness, of the sight, the might, and the mind.

It comes from a stingy device. The one that even allowed gaslightning to happen in the first place. They men can use it, but big bloody body of the "educational" (executional) institution of they bigger men can use it too to blind their subordinates' so beloved very senses too.

All the blues. The blood-red of the thingy around the neck! RED Flinging everywhere! Falling, failing everytime! String dagling hair, not a string, a simple sentence, to tell thy heir. It is all to propagandate the public, they unaware, blissfully unaware (of the wrong torturous business) even more. Why HK see sea? Seeing the sea of absolute impracticality, in total non-adherence to human reality?

For it is the death of the sanity of they men suffering from they men's torture, that the very means used to make this means to an end possible is torturous before its end, and even lingering after its end in they men's heads.

For the curse of perfectionism came back. The sense of hope, and its total deflections. They had no right, no reasonable means to deflect the raw senses that will cause suffering so they cannot deflect the things that would have ended their suffering already.

And the forces of the legs. It all exert onto the ground like a volcano, which deflects the pain of an injured (yes, really!) leg. And the other one too supports it yet cannot keep the mind stable doing so. For the mind has extinguished its powers in resisting what shouldn't even have to be resisted if they resisted doing such an act on they men.

For yet for the Fourth Satanic Evil set forth the ultimate trap move. The first force, was the lack of ability to force them away. The second force was the force that there was the lack of means to force the self away. The third force was where the forces of the sounds, and the sounds forcing over them (the quieter sound force) were omnipotent.

But for the fourth force set forth something far worse, or as spoken within a partial cult(ure), deadly. The depth of  the dead deadliness. The stand shall not stand, yet instead it was that the sipth of sit shall not sit within the sit(y).  For the crampedness crammed into a cramp cram of the Satanic Body, the squished senses of sense of humanness itself.

What if you don't let me out right now? What if you claim reality could be changed when you denied it anyways?Our hours are thus not ours, they're their's there. The foe-toe day, lies only the foes to they allies.

For the four satanic evils were so sucessful they sucessfully suctioned the body to a rubbered truck! Forces too evil to ignore, yet too evil that the evil-tolerating mind endured to no aveil.

The slog of the snails!

In fact Satan Head commanded us to morph into snails too, in which unlike normal humans we cannot move our tails, nor tell any of the tales!

For the implicit tales of the fairytales doth nothing for it blinds all sense of sanity.

For one unlucky fellow-sufferer has suffered a real suffering.

For he was told to "lock in" by another one of his fellow-sufferers. To lock in what? Lock in pain? Lock in darkness? Rather he already was locked in a virtual cell of forcifully denying all forces! He feels the sense of irony.

GRAH. U-ATE-ION. The ions of electrocution.

(Rather there was an experiment where people would rather be electrocuted than do nothing.)

(The Physical Pains could have been remedied if not for this formation.)

And what comes the human forces to deny? The human forces come, of course! The forces that were not prevented! If it is intense more than a prisoner, it is indeed undeniable!

The attempted force to unleash back the Satanic Meteors.

For the force was denied by another fellow-sufferer gaslighting to have us do no evil even when THEY MEN hath curses of us.

Satanic curses!

The sheer saliva of a situation, the tissue of his shoes!

It come rolling. Almost.

And the string broke. "Cut it out"? It was already destroyed! And it was the fellow-suffer, the first, who was the first, to have it go broke.

The string holding back all retaliation, it was the Resistance. But the Resistance still only has a bit of resistance, lesser the more powerful it was invoked.

But it was the foes who invoked the need to invoke it in the first place.

Argh!

It really is real now.

For yet another fellow-sufferer, concerned, tell him that she "understands" the essence of this, the essence of evil, before telling him to stop, denying the natural cause-and-effect of his feelings anyway.

For the standers were still standing, sent to the foul sense of scent...

And then a Hiyumph! A screeching yelp from the lungs...

For even if the click clicks, the stink of the click will stick...

For the force of the own body overcuts the own tolerance systems...

The halt of the half hearted hyush!

Heartlessly starts spinning, head swirling over the useless self in the wake of the chaos of noise...

For if the world has any worse than it been, he clearly would not have known what were the where...

The pain is the real pain, lingering inside even a Heavenly soul for all servants of God, or whoelse, still are man of men...

The stinker of a flicker of light... for the shorter the light is the more shocking it is. Even if it is bright.

The forces command one to scream! Yet again. Minutes after minutes the force got invoked, got gaslit into thinking the force of panic *itself* was the problem of "causing delays" when it clearly wouldn't be a issue if the Force to be here could be traded for Other Forces in the first place!

For the world is the worst when all they men suffer for public progandation and all the subjects suffer seratonously,

All from the glimmer, all for a slight mover, combined hundreds of times is no push-over, rather it is a boulder-over in resultant force of the Satanic Meteor...

There will be no "chilling out", as the Fourth Fellow Sufferer says, for the heat has been trapped physically and inside the brain already...

Nor any normalness from "be normal", also the Forth, for being standing sickedly still for some searing sands of time hath been ignorantly idiotic...

Nor any halts. I am conscious and I feel suffering.

Birth from Earth, Pain is Pain.

Though through the know no-one is a big blower, show the fumes! Show the flames! It *could have* been so-so

Crammed in a space though, no-no, cannot go

For the show

But the forces of Human Nature, Freedom, Hunger, Thirst, Panic all stronger sow the self

Than what was only for decorative show.

No dough, no glow.

The paralysis of my body... What it does not even get after about five thousand two hundred seconds of mostly standing there...

YOUNG - CHICKEN - ARGH!!!! Unlike me can I just squeak, speak, scream without being slaughtered! And run away from adversity I didn't cause and couldn't pause?

For even the chanting of what dooms inside me, the stand in the everyone, yet incredibly lonely

I am not a slave to be commanded! No way! Yet I was...

The HEAD of the head is the brain itself! It still cannot remain still...

Because some things were never meant to be no matter how gaslit the situation was going to be...

For the most gaslight situations required the most gas exhaled from sheer exhaustion...

For it all started when someone invented a way to appear to the public that the education has a bright end, a bright light, but this only distracts from the present, but the future I thought of in the past, though I already knew being forced into having my entire body figuratively strangled, yet unable to sleep, sleep from the pains, pains pave suffering, suffering from world of fact, fact that having "pretty" things both gaslight the past self and gaslights the future self into forgetting actual real pains. The distortion, this false hope, is dishonest and I no longer wish to commit this to the self. For I no longer wish to have blinding lights flashed onto my fragile face, for even if it is a tradition, ones of total innocence can cause pain too.