After work I have to get on twitter. I head to the library where there are usually free computers and an internet connection. On the way to the library I see something typical. Camel toe. Those young girls are dirty. Every spring the same thing, camel toe and bum trousers on. You can catch a stick in the eye if the chick is young.
I have several twitter accounts because twitter has tried to block my sharpening. With the new account sharpening is usually working for a while. Today it´s time to open a new account again. First I open a new gmail account and then twitter but now I change the name and don’t give any previous information.
I do the normal account opening procedures, follow Bill Gates and etc. Then I surf a bit here and there. Childporn, violence, terrorist videos etc. yak. Shit, thats super shit. I tweet twice, one youtube video: Gigliola Cinquetti, Alle Porte Del Sole https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IspI1hbbiA and scantily clad babe picture. Then I try to check my sharpening, but what the fuck no way. Not published.
How that´s possible? How the fuck? Why? This is fucking dicrimination even persecution. Let´s breathe for a minute and think before I expolode and destroy the whole computer. The Twitter bot must have followed me, but when I’m on the library computer and I didn’t give any old information I don´t understand. HOW? FUCK!!!
Im very angry and going back home. I watch tv news but nothing interests me. I try to sleep but I can´t, I got just paranoid feelings. Then I get the idea to make a criminal complaint. I make it. Done. Now I´m at war with Twitter. Later I try to check my tweets in Twitter but nothing changed.
In the morning I´m already dizzy with thoughts. I try to go to work but I´m upset. At the subway station I start to rage at people:”Everyone of you should be killed you motherfucking assholes”. People dodge past me and I´m angry and aggressive. Finally when people are already starting to panic I stopped to sit down to think again:” What the fuck?”.
I can clear my thoughts that much that I realize that I am not able to work. Even thouhg my job is just to carry the sticks. I listen to music on my cell phone for a while and decide to go to the health center. I still check my twitter account. Shit. Nothing changed. I got a rage and scream alloverwhere: “TWITTER THE SUPER SHITBURGER SUPREME!!!
I got an appointment with a nurse at the health center. I´m just trying get her to ask a doctor for a consultation about sleeping pills. However, the nurse inquires more about my mental state and decides to ask the doctor for an acute appointment. The doctor makes the same almost identical inquiry and writes a referral to hospital with acute psychiatry.
On the way to the hospital, I´ll have a couple of beers. Damn it did make my feeling better. Finally, when I get to the hospital, some fucking psychological game begins. Wait, wait, wait, nurse comes and asks something. Then it´s my turn. It was about time because aggressions could have arisen.
Three women, two doctors and one student. Wow. All typical doctor aunts. One fuckable milf with big cans. Then the telling of my life history begins. I openly talk about my acute situation and aggressions and delusions and fucking TWITTER. I will also tell about my friend Onslow. Also, about telepathic connection with people, especially for TV journalists. About the music that hear in my head that sometimes doesn´t seem to end and about an earlier aggression scene where I killed a ghost at my door with a knife.
And that was it. I was asked to wait and that´s where the white-jacketed ride boys came. Now we were on our way to a mental hospital. And even forced treatment with a referral. On the way boys asked if this was the first time. I answered:”No, I have been in the hospital a couple of times myself”. Fucking Twitter this time.