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TWITTER ALL GUDDDD SONNNNN!!!!!!!
July 29, 2014, 10:24 am
Filed under: Human Potential

Wow, wtf, Twitter’s usage agreement is SO MUCH LESS STRICT. Can’t wait to try it out! OMG, I’m so excited, it’s almost like I’m going to see my soul mate Brad Constable tonight and have great sex! This is the BEST NEWS EVER! That kid I met in the hospital was right. He said that some parts of the world were bad and some were good. Facebook is bad and Twitter is… I think GOOD! ALL GOOD SONNNNN!!!!



FIND ME ON TWITTER @MARLA6379
July 29, 2014, 9:52 am
Filed under: Human Potential


FACEBOOK: FAKE AS SHIT, USE THE REAL DEAL (LIKE THE CELEBRITIES)
July 29, 2014, 9:38 am
Filed under: Human Potential

“Phishing scams are all Facebook uses.” (a voice. I schizophrenic!)



The Voices
July 29, 2014, 9:32 am
Filed under: Human Potential

“Law suits are coming your way for being the first person on Facebook to say what they want to say instead of being fake as shit.”



FACEBOOK IS FOR DEVIL WORSHIPPERS
July 29, 2014, 9:26 am
Filed under: Human Potential

Here are posts Facebook froze my account for AFTER they warned me once first (yesterday) and I NO LONGER used people’s full names. I followed their warning and they went back today and punished me AGAIN for posts I made BEFORE they warned me the first time. Then they froze my account for posting things that were there BEFORE their warning. A voice said they froze my account last night but I didn’t believe it. Now I do.

Here are posts they removed and punished me for even though they were posted at BEFORE they warned me about my posts. They blocked my account today for posts I made BEFORE they warned me. Facebook is for DEVIL WORSHIPPERS. DO NOT USE FACEBOOK, UNLESS YOU ARE A DEVIL WORSHIPPER. USE TWITTER WHICH IS WHERE I WILL NOW BE POSTING.

Here are the posts they removed (below). I will post the other posts they removed when my account is up and running again tomorrow. But I WILL NOT POST THERE ANYMORE because they were SHADY AND DISHONEST in removing the posts and blocking me AFTER I stopped using people’s full names and tried to follow the rules. They punished me twice for things I did before the first time they warned me. They WANTED TO PUNISH ME AND BLOCK MY ACCOUNT BECAUSE THEY ARE DEVIL WORSHIPPERS! DO NOT USE THEIR SERVICE!

Post 1: Going to see if I can talk to that lady and I’ll come back. Anyway, lots of people trying to talk to me and make friends with me today. Perhaps it’s because the world is ending and I’m getting close to the end, me and Brad Constable, my soul mate? I love you Brad. Talk to you again soon, babe. XOXO

 

Post 2: Oh, OMG, something CRAZY interesting I heard last night: A voice said a bunch of stuff amounting to how cows never “catch a squat. They never cum. They only leave,” it said. It’s talking about how cows birth calves with some invitro injection or something just to give their milk to humans not the calves. It said something about the mother’s milk feeding those who need it most–not sure what that means, BUT it compared Brad (Constable) to the cow. “He’s your new best friend because you can’t stand to see him go the way of the cow–feeding everybody but never gets fed.” My conclusion: Brad never gets sex like cows get sex, but produces a lot of food to feed others, just like the cow produces a lot of milk to feed others. Isn’t that shit FASCINATING!?!?! Also the voice said about his wife (Linsay Constable): “She feeds him food from stores that won’t buy his produce because they know he is the savior come save them from the devil world.” It also said, “She made him pay for keeping his pants up after she told him to screw whomever he wanted.” Wow, these are “just” voices and I guess people say I’m crazy for hearing them, but wow, I wonder if any of this is true. I guess I believe it. I do. I will find out when I move to Farmville. The voice also said something about her making him pay twice the amount in taxes he’s supposed to pay. Well, can’t say I already didn’t believe she was not good for the farm or good for the business. That’s just my opinion. No way to prove it unless I looked at any forms or got any information from anyone other than the voices. The voices are my only source of information. They are fascinating. Can’t wait til the affair begins so I can find out more. Of course, like I said, I haven’t heard anything at all from Brad since the last time I saw him at the South of the James Farmer’s Market in June the day my sister kicked me out of the house I was living in with her. We don’t have any other interaction than that of a customer and a farmer who seemed to like to talk to each other, no interaction or talking outside of the market. So what I’m saying could be all in my head and this world says DEFINITIVELY that the voices make me CRAZY, so it is CERTAIN (for some reason??? How???) that I am wrong and the voices are from nowhere and mean nothing, apparently. Obviously, I disagree.



Find Me On Facebook PLEEEEEAAAASE!
July 2, 2014, 7:30 pm
Filed under: Human Potential

I write mostly on Facebook now. When I try to write here I just feel like I am empty and numb and paralyzed. I have nothing to say. I don’t know why. Maybe because my mind works best with small ideas at a time expressed without always being connected to each other. Or maybe something I’m unconscious of within me chooses Facebook because it’s “inappropriate” or weird to write there the way I do: I write A LOT, like what feels like hundreds of statuses a day. Anyway, find me there: Marla Luster. You are welcome. I may insult you at times, but mostly I just reveal embarrassing or “inappropriate” stuff. Come on Down, Folks!

Okay, I’m bout to TRY to post something here on sex soon. Today or tomorrow. Lata and LOVE, folks!



It Don’t Matta (Repeat x 8): Turn Down For What
June 15, 2014, 1:36 pm
Filed under: Human Potential

Hmmm. Let’s see. I was planning what to write as I searched for this Panera Bread I’m sitting at now in Alyson Park, PA (never heard of it, someone just told me that’s where I am, not sure about the spelling.). Anyway, I wanted to explain that I’m taking a long break on a long drive. I’ve taken a couple/few breaks so far on a (what?) eight-hour-plus drive from Richmond, VA to Cleveland, OH. Uh. In other words, I going the way of the hare, not the turtle. Not “I’m going” but “I going”.

The hare is confident that he got this shit in the bag. He takes naps, he relaxes. He sleeps with the lights on in a crummy motel because the world hates him and wants to kill him. (Huh?) No, no he doesn’t. (Yes, yes he does.) He knows he will win no matter what (even though the world calls him a loser), so he can take a roundabout path if he wants, he doesn’t have to walk the straight-and-narrow.

Slow and steady wins the race in the devil’s upside down world, but not necessarily in life. (Oh no, I said “devil”. That is wrong. That is definitely crazy. Yes, yes. You know EVERYTHING the world has taught you. No need to think for yourself.) Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with the turtle, I guess. Except that this world hates its “successful people” as much as it pretends to love them. It murders them, who they really are, wants them to be perfect images. I saw a picture of a turtle recently bound by a plastic, canned-soda holder and I believe it was symbolic of what this country does to its winners: it restricts and constrains them with all the things it deems “trash” (like being “negative.” We don’t like “negative” people, like Kanye West. The (devil’s) world hates him.)

Anyway, I keep seeing rabbits, and you know what us crazy schizophrenic niggas do. We make crazy sense a shit. Well, I do, and other schizophrenic people I’ve met who don’t know to hide themselves and be ashamed when they talk to me do as well. In this world people making “crazy” sense a shit is wrong. It’s murda: “Murder was the case that they gave me,” said Snoop Dogg. (And people who do make crazy sense of shit get the book thrown at them AND get murdered by medicine to make them someone they are not, forced medicine in fucked up psychiatric hospitals, like Old Vineyard Behavioral Health in Winston-Salem, NC.)

The straight and narrow is right here: get married, have kids, make lots of money, marriage between a man and a woman, same-race preferably, be positive, don’t judge, smile, smile, smile says your employer (your God). The path of least resistance = the path of most social acceptance and success.

The straight and narrow says that if you make mistakes, you are a loser. The world says I’m a loser. I’ve walked outside naked a few times, gotten frost bite, dropped out of grad school (feeling like I couldn’t do nothin right and shit), drove all ova the place thinking I was saving the world and my unborn savior baby conceived through emaculate conception. And, guess what? This world wants to put me and shackles and kill me.

It wants to kill who I am and make me believe I’m a mistake. It wants to force me to take medicine and threaten to abandon me in some mental hospital (Old Vineyard Behavioral Health in Winston-Salem, NC from May 28 – June 13, 2014) until I bow down to the world and admit that I’m a mistake, an abomination, a “chemical imbalance” in the brain (said the “doctor at OVBH ova and ova and ova and… Good Lord!!!). It wants me to take medicine I don’t believe in by mouth in the hospital setting (refusing to do so and getting forced injections SEVEN TIMES is NOT enough. I wonder why?).

“Kill yourself” says the voice of society in your head. It is the devil. Some people hear an audible voice. Some people feel the voice… and they listen. And they are considered “normal.”

I feel so out of it lately, so disoriented. And then once more afraid of everything. A voice keeps saying I have PTSD from my experience at OVBH where I was restrained and forced to endure sometimes painful (always disorienting, and unbearable) injections of the psychiatric drug Geodon. I feel I’m being negative here and I feel bad about it, but as I finish out, I’m satisfied with what I’v written. My fear at times: Is it me or is it the indoctrination I got in that hospital that wanted to remake me? Or is the world’s remaking of me, which I am still fighting. Perhaps this is the battle hinted at in that Snoop Dogg “Deep Cover” song I was hearing.

Over and out. Back on the road I go. I got kicked out of my sister’s house because I refused to take psychiatric meds, so that’s why I’m headed to Cleveland. Someone I know said I could stay with her. We’ve never been super close, but we just kind of appreciate each other. She definitely has said stuff to suggest she thinks I’m crazy. The difference is she says it, AND she sticks around to hear what I have to say in response. I don’t have that kind of interaction with anyone else in my life right now. Over and Out niggas!




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