if you don't consent to Hollywood's Satanic Ritual of allowing them to strip you of your identity and buy your soul, then you become their slave one way or another.

literally, there's a fucking camera across the little pond peeping into the window. they've done this in every place I've ever lived. I've had drones follow me, and men I thought cared about me set up content-worthy moments so SOMEBODY could get clout for their participation in it.

and these men are never sorry for it.

when I stop performing for them, the way they want it, they start accusing me of being boring and fake or schizo for even asking why they are doing it.

they record conversations, point their phones at me when I'm just doing random things and pretend they are scrolling the internet. it's little challenges here or there.

can this bitch roll a joint. can she sing. can she dance. can we convince her to come running to the Entertainment Mafia Bosses for opportunities like she did in the beginning. can she tell us what brands she likes so we can dangle the pictures in front of her like bait.

all of it works symbiotically and there is no distinction between where reality ends and the advertisements begin. they even put a fucking glowing BILLBOARD on wheels in front of the apartment I was staying at. every time I get invited to an event I'm like omg what now. who wants to get a glimpse. who's gonna be jealous. who's gonna send a message.

it's not that ALL of it is malicious – I think some people truly do just want to memorialize me IRL, but I'll never know who has what intentions and where the content is going and how much it's being traded for. never.

and if I ever do see if all, I will probably want to die because then I will know that it wasn't all in my head like they say. they use this as the ultimate form of mockery to say that I'm paranoid while they sell me out and compare me to all the other paranoids they pimped out like prostitutes.

for all I know, the residence I am currently in could be doing the same. that's why I call all of these places I've been forced to live Trao Houses. I'm just here to entertain some voyeur.

at least I try my best to make it funny tho, right?