Aljo-Log

For years now I feel how my consciousness isn’t my own, that there are people who control my thinking process and are currently erasing my memory. Surely there must be people who know what is really wrong with me. That the shrinks who treated me over the years must have realized I wasn’t a regular mental patient. I am like a zombie, that my soul is dead but my body is alive. Maybe some country developed this as a biological weapon to make God live on earth, that I am in the afterlife which is needed to be able to stop all wars. That terrorists aren’t criminals but people who would start a war. John Lennon sings: “Join the Human race.” And that there is no way for me to do so. How the people who control me are stealing my time, that they need me as a zombie and that this will cost years without me being able to live my own life. I hate The Netherlands so badly, I really can’t stay here. How there is no Dutch radio station I can listen to, especially when I cannot sleep at night and that this is all deliberate. For about 6 months I no longer listen to Dutch radio but to an Internet radio instead, that I thought I would miss Dutch radio but that now I feel happy to be able to totally forget about Dutch radio. I am like a horse with a rider, and that this person controls my consciousness so if this rider is Dutch, then the Dutch government should be able to set me free…

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