I want to be surrounded by “my people” so bad. It’s so easy to pick a subhuman out of the crowd. “Yep, there’s one of those telling signs” – and there are about a thousand of those signs. I don’t know who’s like this, they probably don’t talk this way because they don’t want to be discovered. I like to hope that they’re somewhere. I like to believe that they are. I just don’t think they are. Speaking of the “corpus” as a development of thought, it is tragic the way my thinking has changed in the last year or so. I more easily draw the line to put whites into the monkey category. I wasn’t so quick to before because I thought education was possible for them, and now I’m not so sure. Ugh.. “my people”, can’t even imagine that paradise. I don’t even know what I’m going to do without them, it feels like a curse, I might as well be living in a world of objects by myself. Maybe reality really is a simulation and for hell they put you on a level that only includes objects. “Yup, it’s another one, it’s another nigger”. And then another dimension is some pretend that they’re not that only to reveal that they are. Just another drone, an endless wasteland. Living in a city with “my kind of people”. There must be something evil about the world if that seems so impossible. Just too many people whose humanity I can’t recognize. You can’t blame me for it.