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Darren Williger. My voice is very freaking weird as I'm in some weird tripping balls
state due to extended hypothermia forced upon me 123113 by Police brutality, following their
breaking into my home; 4th amendment rights on the 7th, breaking into my home!? On a sacred
Jewish holiday? BTW - that's the 1st amendment again.
Then FORCING me to TALK. Again!?
And setting me up to not be able to renew my firearms owner card; 2nd amendment and
forced to talk; 5th amendment REPEATEDLY.
Anyway, since I feel so hunted I figured I would make it easier for them and dress like
a target so... I'm Darren the hunted. I miss my mind.
I miss God.
I must find my way to a spiritual retreat. My brain's damaged but I've got some mind.
I've not been able to eat.
I need to eat food or I will die. Body is a vessel, I will die. I will find a way to
get food in me.