I Sleep to Communicate

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πŸ“… Published on October 9, 2013

"I Sleep to Communicate"

Written by StupidDialUp

Estimated reading time β€” 2 minutes

Most people sleep to rest.

I don’t.

I sleep to communicate.

The person I visit knows things.

It knows things about you.

It knows things about them.

It knows things about everything.

When I sleep, I sleep to know.

I sleep to know more about everything.

I sleep to know about the plan.

I sleep to know about the motives.

It has motives.

They are unimaginable motives.

They are unjustifiable motives.

When I sleep, I sleep to know.

I must know so I can warn.

I need to warn everyone.

I need to warn you.

But no one believes.

I wake to communicate.

But no one listens.

You do not listen.

These are not visions.

These are conversations.

These are tactical conversations.

Conversations made in a room.

The same room, every time. When I sleep, I sleep to know.

I sleep to know more about the room.

I sleep to know more about the computer room.

This room is where it eats.

I have seen it eat.

I do not like to watch it eat.

Eating is its motive.

It is an unimaginable motive.

I wake to communicate.

I need to warn.

But no one will listen.

You will not listen.

I need to warn of its motives.

It is not alone.

It is not alone because it is many.

They are too many.

They are too many with unimaginable motives.

Their motive is to eat.

Their motive is to eat you.

When I sleep, I sleep to know.

I need to know when.

I need to know when they want to eat.

I need to know the plan.

I wake to communicate.

I need to warn.

I need to warn about the plan.

I need to warn you that the plan is in place.

The plan was technology.

The plan has been ripened.

The plan was to ripen.

The plan was to ripen you.

When I sleep, I sleep to know.

I sleep to know more about the ripening.

I sleep to know their plan.

I sleep to know how they manipulate.

I communicate to know how to manipulate.

I communicate to manipulate.

I communicate to manipulate you.

Manipulate you to warn you.

But you will not listen.

But you have read.

I wake to communicate.

I wake to communicate so I can manipulate.

It needs to feed.

They need to feed.

I need to feed.

I need to feed on your eyes.

I need to feed on your minds.

We need to feed on your minds.

It is why we write.

We write to feed on your time.

We write to feed on your eyes.

We write to feed on your minds.

We write so you will not notice.

I sleep to know how to manipulate.

I sleep to dream of ways to feed.

I wake to communicate so I can manipulate.

I manipulate so I can feed.

I feed on your time, your eyes and your mind.

When we feed, you do not notice.

When we feed, you all do not notice…

We feed until there is nothing left.

We feed until there is nothing left in your mind.

And

you

are

making

us

all

fat.

Credit To – StupidDialUp

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