My situation with life around me.

I've grown up around bugs my whole life, It seems as though when I get freed of them the world as a curve ball and lands me into the flames of cockroaches. I currently live in an apartment with an infestation of cockroaches here where I live. I have been a person these last few years now that has changed my outlook on the world, and has become bug friendly, I stopped trying to kill bugs, all except spiders who need to stop approaching me because I do kill them, they bite and I have had several brown recluse bites, so I stopped being nice to them. But cockroaches don't hurt me, they try to be seen every now and then and I feel like letting them live near me in peace. 

In 2020, after what seemed ages being alone, I started to hear voices talk to me, tell me things about themselves, I started to hear what seemed like popular people talk to me from all over America and the world at times to show they know who I am and, some told me stories of me being an old soul and that I was soon to understand this through the Akashic and how I lived a life of hardship, which was true, it hasn't been an easy life, but I tried to do the best I could this lifetime. This happens everyday, I talk in tongues to a people that claim they are from Hollywood and Texas and New York. But today I finally got a message, which I was told at an earlier time, but this time it really sank in, It seems like it could very well be the cockroaches having conversations with me about my life and acting like people of the world out there. The warlock spider I call Bard Pritt, could be a brown recluse spider that also talks through my tongue, after some time, he goes in league with the cockroaches and tells them to make smells approach my nostrils to show that he is having sex with women, and that they stink of rotten crotches, this spider has been killed by me a few times here, and he followed me from my Kent apartment, when I was humane with the brown recluses their and let them out the door, from the cup I trapped them in there in Kent. But as time went on in Kent, I killed one that was aggressive towards me and I believe he's the one that I call Brad Pitt. or Bard Pritt or any combination of the name. It seems that Gandolf was a brown recluse, and that this current Brad Pitt is now dead, and a new Brad Pitt recluse in the works to attack me from the lot of the Kent infestation, there were a lot of spiders there. NO LIE!

Any way I could be an old soul that these cockroaches remember my life, and are trying to tell me that I was really Jim Morrison and all the different individuals in past lives, is what the cockroaches tell me now. I'm sorry to Brad Pitt the actor, I really thought It could be him talking with me, that his lack of employment was evidence that he was busy trying to kill me. I don't know, I want to fucking collect things an drift away on a doobie gray song. 

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