if you recall my history it isn't particularly fancied, yet if you look at my work, it is the best work in history, simply not regarded. no one speaks to met let alone of it. had i more art to give to you, you would have not any field of study. i am not stupid. i am mina. i am not a conglomerate. i don't work on "youtube" i am not "an instagram star, and you had yet shown yourself to be tortured, yet you are, so sad. it is you, sad as always, and maybe a bit depressed, taken to mania. yet i'm not your manic figure to idolize. i don't get high at all, and i'm normally working, so I'm not depressed. yet roles are reversed and more, tortured mina, taken of my work, destroy it, and make of it something else, with every new word, i come up with, every new idea, i come up with, every new friendship i come up with, every new attempt to know myself is another way for you to torture me.

and i have evidence of that. besides the current torture :p

it begins long ago.

it isn't my teaching at your school, it isn't my learning at your school; it is yet your dream for me to become depressed, and never happy. you torture me based on 911, i am osama bin laden, taken to my name, and appearance, and temperament towards spiritual thinking and balanced reasoning as well as my capacity for empathy and my evenhanded demeanor my anger is not yours, my peace is not yours to know yet you force it upon me, get off me i don't like it it hurts you touch it isn't yours you torture with taylor swift" she is not your artist you dream of her art and nightmare is mine take of mine literally working around the clock finding any art of mine and making it seem terrifying and terrible, just the opposite of taylor swift, she makes it look easy, she enjoys the best things, and i don't complain, let alone argue, that, had i given myself to anyone, you would not know me, because these attempts to torture me are for your girl and boy to be happy yay it's a good day i smoke weed i smell like shit i drink vodka and i like taylor swift i like bang! orange i like angry minas i like angry peoples i like being upset i like really important things i like important thingers i like important things i like important thingies i like important 1 thing it is yet known you portray me in a different light use all means of psychological and psychiatric torture to bring forth my torture, it isn't something i'm proud of, your violent looking into my work, looking at every part, not telling, only helping your white and black communities that lack colour, and indeed i am medicated against my will openly because i ask all day stop stop stop it's only no you don't contact then you are contacted it's not your choice to determine why you're angry and why're not, it's actually my choice, and this torture program, is founded on me, tortured the most, for your happy day i wanna sing i wanna do something i wanna just be happy tonight i wanna you know go out and have fun i wanna take myself and make myself someone new i wanna feel good and happy i wanna take my anger and make it more i wanna feel happy i wanna feel important i wanna feel different i wanna feel significant i wanna make minas insane yet it doesn't work to torture him only that cia it isn't your choice it is your doing you're doing this to feel good to take what feels good after and steal my work to do this. you contact every psychiatrist in california then don't show your face, i dont want to see that it is not only your property to want, need, and feel important by, and when you quell is it your order to do and so that you can feel important and injure me and you do this with chagrin, then, i have told you when you torture me it's for that purpose, and this is your take to ill and make ill event, it is your last ditch effort to explore human sexuality and the mind and the feeling of divinity and the feeling of a burdened person and feel important by and with your take to ill and ill to take it is your to do bring forth your effort make yourself happy at home it is your way to go out of my tailoring of my mind is it your fancy to injure me and make me you someone i am foreign to, perhaps completely bechained to, take me and for granted, sweet lincoln's mullet, it is not only my choice, but my decision; had you a way out? then out of me is not you, and I do not speak for you, you are filthy dirt and what I saw, is worse it is your doing i had not yet only became a part of my story it is yet your story, a part of mine, to take, and know, that I am not a person to to be toye with. because when you put your blue dress which is it black green grey, and why are you a person not to have put your hand in your filth your hand in your dark into your light and understand that i am not allowed near you, and your filthiness of spirit and mind, your soulless and unkind taking my work is it yours put it in you then yu are not to talk to me yet you do and with the arrogance of your thug and filthy women disgustingly oriented towards their selves and ordinariness of selves it is not your part in my story to touch let alone near my writing yet your picture of filth, taylor swift, is that torturer, brought to your partnership with your dirty, filthy, parent, a guised leader and your mum a partner is it yet you're dirty is it yet you had described your filth, then put in your head, and i had not yet explored why a party is more than it can have take your anger it is your country that is not a part of your filth, your daughter a slut, your hero a nigger, and my anger a bulletwound is it yet that you had not allowed my anger then don't i won't show it to you is it yet you cannot reply is it fun your meal tonight take that shit, out of your tongue, and scrape my anger for it, anger yourself, and impoverish your spirit, a person cannot have dignity without a party of your filthy self-respect, take your bitch and fuck yourself away, i am the opposite your emotional victimhood it is your taylor swift your victim of mine? how dare your stupid piece of trash government, a part is not yet whole is it then you had only hid my anger is it more than i can explain and my work for your painful competition then end yourself it is not worth my peace speaking more honestly you hired a hittorturer and hitman in one it is not yet your filth and your dishonesty and your mea culpa and your looking at a monkey, take your shit and wipe your mother clean, she'll be wiped of it, she doesn't need to understand that her daughter is a part of her and that's why i'm not disturbed yet i wonder why she is so feral is it her beastly part of his injure for yourself, then you are not to talk about your filthy nest it is yet your house to ham mine put yourself away of it, show your bitch and make her cry, because he is that party, you and he, you and she, take yourself out, and put yourself out, you are not out, it is that place you want to touch you anger then you won't put your filthy mouth out of touch in your drugged and alcohol ridden stupors and you think you're alive you're not a part, and you know the most dangerous are always the least, take your anger and place it in my heart, please, baby, you own, your kingdom, that is not to choose, well, i'll dispose of your cia is it your fbi then your apa and is it your choice to mine, your body your mind i can drug you tonight apa fbi nfl is it your male cheerleader nor your trans doctor is it more than you can transmutate my drugged state is your desire for your black dress not worn, and your dirty man, is it yet chosen that you cannot put yourself in that context a party is yet then how did it became that it isn't that you cannot and willnot have your way into that filth that you cannot speak of without your doing and your partnership, is it that you wish for your take your filth and put it out it is your filthiness that i cannot and you willnot put near, it is that you had not a part, it is that you will not have of it my food pour your drink out into my desserted place. it isn't more than a mirage, of my take you are not to have then i had you to know a party isn't had with your dog and cat eaten alive put your pussycat away and let the dog bark it is too scary had a party not had then it won't become in its taken to yourself it is less than I cannot want in yours and of yours put your lip in your nose ring is it your lip service than i don't have it is yet of yours and i will not, with the person, to harm and yet your injure and you had not only talked of yourself, enough of your it is only my, take to it it is more than you can want, put yourself in your harm, and my injury in your heal, it is les than I want, to have,  in your, take to ill, and my ill to take, then put yourself into your harm, and know that i will not allow, your dog to cat my bark is it yet that party is it attended then don't know that i had your party away in my and ordered of my it is yet your talk that has not yet shown my face is enough of it then don't and i had not only your party to not want is it then you will show because i don't want you then do not it is more than your hatred that i had you parted with and you are that part to part is it where you had wished, only to take and injure then you will not have of yours and only take that which is not only of yours then it isn't mines, take it of it, place it in it, and park your hatred, into your health, and  answer to your doing, is it yet that you won't become angrier, then don't know my anger and my peace!