The New York Times is hacking my phone, watching me in my home, promoting voyeurism and involuntary pornography, and using every excuse to socially torture me and to lie about and threaten people whom I used to know, and who have NEVER DONE ANYTHING TO THE NEW YORK TIMES OR ANYONE ELSE.
The conglomerate is bored with torturing me, although it's not about to stop. What it's been doing for months is attacking people from my past. It doesn't attack the people who have anything bad to say about me; anyone who has an ugly story, whether or not it's a lie, to tell about me is believed without question and called a hero. Whatever horrible thing anyone wants to say about me is turned into a rumor that the conglomerate circulates for years. There are probably people who did know me years ago and who said horrible things about me when the conglomerate started to torture me in 2010, and who didn't know how hateful the conglomerate was. I wouldn't be surprised if even people who said horrible things about me a few years ago are sorry that they ever did, since the conglomerate has turned me into a grotesque caricature.
I was wrong to think that my writing poems in the style of Emily Dickinson would impress the New York Times out of torturing me. All it did was make the writers there more vicious.
The 7 Deadly Sins should be organized according to whether they're deadlier to the people who have them or to the people who are victims of them.
Copyright L. Kochman, May 1, 2017 @ 12:44 a.m./No code, all policies operative, all the time. I'll publish my preliminary page and similar pages again.
