For the ads to proliferate was the response of Qualcomm and the MBTA to my having published however many pages I published speculating about whether my blood would splatter all over a Qualcomm ad that promotes voyeurism if I jumped in front of a train.
The only thing that has prevented my suicide from the conglomerate's abuse of me is my fear of physical pain and my fear that I didn't have a chemical means that would end my life instead of giving me brain damage.
The conglomerate thinks that my discussions of suicide are funny; it thinks they're funnier every year.
