in reference now to nano-beings crawling into every mundane thing in my life:
the pieces of shit constantly become coercively involved in everything I do, including the most mundane things, and bring rot and death to it. anything I do - there are the pieces of shit becoming coercively involved in it and making it impossible. sometimes I wonder what the pieces of shit are for, but then I am reminded that everything needs to have pieces of shit crawling into it, and so that's what the pieces of shit are for. they crawl into everything I do and take coercive advantage of my most mundane activities and place themselves in the middle of these in ways which will make these impossible to accomplish. they crawl into descriptions and try to get me attacked by mobs, and exploit it that everything in my life has to be arranged around trying to avoid being attacked by mobs. they team up against me and are all members of the same team. if I don't stand up to them it's just back to complete arbitrary law and they just treat me in any way they please, and so I have to stand up to them in ways on which they'll prey, and set it up in advance for preying. these relentless leeches just prey on me as a very large team and do not ever leave me alone and are all the same and all work together to prey on one single person, and there is nowhere to get away from it. then they come in the size of people and force me to also acknowledge them as people. as I write this I receive electric shocks to my body. the pieces of shit are not there to care. the pieces of shit are there to prey, in large numbers, on one person, relentlessly, year after year, and ensure all the best conditions for this by allowing nothing in the life of the one they collectively target. the pieces of shit are a disease. any disease piece of shit that attacks me or inflicts retributions on me for writing this next time I go outside, is a disease piece of shit that deserves to die.