Gang stalking (also known as “organized stalking”) is the covert organized surveillance and harassment of a targeted individual by multiple perpetrators. The goal is to systematically isolate and harass the victim using tactics whose cumulative effects amount to psychological torture.

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For what it's worth I don't believe in Gang Stalking, but i'm obsessed with following the subreddits/forums/youtube channels where people congregate and share experiences/proof of being victims of Gang Stalking.  In all likelyhood I think it's a symptom some kind of paranoid mental illness propagating itself online.

Gang Stalking

I knew a kid when I was in high school who sold ecstasy.  One day we got a text saying that he had killed himself and that his roommate had picked up his clientele.  When we went over to his house, his roommate had just taken over the kids life.  Before, I guess, he slept on the couch, so when the kid shot himself, he just moved into his room, and slept in his bed and wore his clothes.  He even took over the kid's plug, and his clients (me and my friends).  We never said anything about it, not even to each other.  If anything, at the time, with all the drugs we were consuming and all the suburban angst air, it seemed like a reasonable course of action.

I Wonder About My Old Dealers

Plates registered to an address a few miles outside Pueblo

Lakewood

Sown Callous

Sonic explorations of America: internet fetishes, juggalos, school shooters, old trucks, cigarette butts, addiction, hoarding, adult incontinence, neighbors that are going to die soon of old age or alcohol poisoning, dead lawns, buildings that used to be blockbusters or taco bells, high school football fans that aren't in high school, 23 year-olds with children of their own and 'monster energy' tattoos, gas station coffee and mediocre house parties in the winter that are always too loud from fistfights but the cops never come because the neighbors don't call 'em.  

music for the patterns on the corduroy seats of public transportation, and for Perkins employees and truckers and casual painkiller abusers and mothers who resent their daughters and 16 year olds who smoke too much pot and wear south park hoodies and try coke for the first time at a suburban skate park designed by someone who's never ridden a skateboard in their life.

Please note that all of my music is meant to be listened to in headphones or on a stereo-enabled sound system.  If you listen to it in mono, weird shit will happen and you might not like it.

Diet Coke