The song my voices (my alter, S) I and like to dream to most often - The Rip by Portishead. Once upon a time, when I was 27, I suspected a Marketing Professor from Johns Hopkins hacked my phone.  He seemed like a psycho, I was a recent rape victim, I was also manic so I flirted with him, he yelled at me in front of the whole classroom and then during the second class he sang a fragment of this song which I had recently posted to my private art blog.  He was crazy.  Later that night my phone started acting strangely.  Cue my first psychosis, where I heard his voice in my head for months.  When I was finally released from the hospital and had my phone back, I started to play The Rip.  It suddenly cut out at the refrain. "White hor-"  How rude.  He is Indian.  His name is Dr. Shubhranshu Singh.  Did I mention he's a psychopath?   

For seven years, my phone has behaved strangely, while at the same time I hear his voice in my head.  A new song now plays on my phone 20x a day.  The lyrics go, "Waiting for your love from a distance...are you afraid of going out at night."  My playlists rearrange themselves.  My photo albums rearrange themselves.  Photos of my boyfriends disapear.  Photos of my dog are featured prominently.  All my nudies are safe.

Anyway we're psychic now.  We love this song.  It started everything.  Go team psychic stalker psychopaths.  I'm taking his class next year and we're getting married in two.     
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    the song my voices (my alter, S) I and like to dream to most often The Rip by Portishead Once upon a time when I was schizophrenic I had a fever dream that a psychopath professor hacked my phone for seven years, seems weird that creepy love songs play 50x a day on it and that my Spotify playlists change all the time ONLY when I'm delusional so NO ONE EVER BELIEVES ME go team psychopath, what a daydream smartie anyway we're psychic now so suck a dick dumbshits every day is a fantasy