things about sex!

(just memories now)

One time I thought she was behind the green card lottery, for their group, where everyone involved in the youtube videos that would parody me, they had it planned to humiliate me, you know why, even juan carlos made videos explaining things to me, things about sex! in another language, basically how he could give me tips but threw in some good things about me that he had heard from her about me which was more humilating i guess i brought them back together—like them, and all the other girls got together, had it going on as a running revenge plot until I caught on translating Portuguese, and they had been raising the money for everyone to come out and watch the grand spectale, the money was somehow connected to framing my family with help from relatives of ours that are enemies, i guess, and, i even stumbled upon their youtube channels too—i was pretty sure i could tell which character meant which real person— and heard them plotting, and I tried to warn my parents based on what inside information i discerned from their videos—like asking my dad if this many years ago this incident may have happened, that you were in but don't recall, and this person holds a grudge and mentioned that incident, and I tried to be precise in that state, like was there an incident with someone talking a shit somewhere, and there was some ugliness to that issue which was blown out of porportion or it humilated someone, someone complaining about the smell, or blaming it on his wife, or maybe you were lying and have secrets that you need to admit or know that they know—i dunno, can't recall now, i was talking so much in the car while trying to tell him make sure that motorcyclist courier doesn't get ahead of us he's trying to plant something in the house, they thought i had gone crazy agai, and i kept throwing so much evidence at them rambling that they completely stopped listening and just imprisoned me.  And while I was doing that, I was also trying to hide what all those conspiracies really came from, playtime—people had found out and they were so beyond pissed that they had been planning all this so intricately all along.  I'd run out of motel earlier that morning, and I could spot everybody involved throughout the neighborhood in their places.  I don't know, maybe it was actors, but they each looked like how I thought they were individually—It's pretty hilarious now.  I didn't know how I was going to get out of that motel, and what awaited me.  But at the same time I also thought I was being framed for something else because there was a guy in the lobby checking in who looked and dressed exactly like me but with a baseball cap hanging over his face so I ran in the lobby and stood shoulder to shoulder with him and looked up so the camera would catch that but then the clerk wanted me to change something on my sign in sheet and my room key so I knew someone had paid off the motel—so I ran back in to my room to regroup. I was being framed and attacked at the same time, I wasn't innocent, but I knew I was going to be the victim like i wouldn't experience again.  

Then, a few hours later, I thought it was safe, and dipped in again, but you noticed!  Then angry Joe was screaming at me, and his cohorts in their comments brought up the 12 mil or the pictures, I'm not sure if the exact figure came up definately there—When I tried to turn off the computer finally but the CNN articles popped about your special forces, then they were literally on my doorstep all night.  Changed the color of my walls from green to purple or the opposite I dunno, gassed some of my pens,  stole my phone and switched the room key, made me step in dogshit, trashed my parent's room—he wouldn't admit it—Cheseal walked in with a credit card sticker on her bottom I had to watch the dogs, I tried to run out and someone waved at me down the street so I knew I had to watch the house, I hadn't slept for days

I tried to warn them again in the morning and they kept screaming at me and threatening me and dad was late for work and hated his life abd I tried to tell him there's going to be no more work if you don't believe.  Later I escaped from the house without them know and was going to turn myself in and there was a cop at the park with a cohort old lady, and I chickened out for a moment then tried to walk back to him but my dad drove up and made me get in the car.  So at home, when they weren't looking for a moment, I grabbed the house phone and ran into the back and called 911 to turn myself in, but cleverly, or so I thought I only told them about half of the crime.

And then the cops came...