I want to be followed by Men in Black suits and shiny black glasses.
I want to be followed by the CIA. I want to be followed.
I want to be low-brow, but I want to be followed.
I want to be followed by the United States Government.
I want to be harassed by the United States Government.
I want to see a surveillance camera hovering above my head, like a halo.
I want to see their dark eyes look back at me. I want to be followed.
I want to see drones in-person. It would be cool to see a drone in-person.
I want to be followed and I want drones to land on my windshield and come along for the ride.
I want to be a hacker and hack the cyber-bushes into twigs.
I want to be followed by men in black suits that act tough with their angry voices.
I want surveillance cameras to chime in. I want to wave into their dark spying eyes.
I want the United States of America to place surveillance under my brow.
I want the United States of America to paparazzi me.
I want to Foresee the Future like a Science Fiction Movie coming to Reality.
I want Huxley or Wells to follow me around, like the United States Government.
I want to be followed by famous authors of famous Science Fiction novels.
I want it all to be pushed down my throat. I want to be followed and watched.
I want to see the Beginning of The End while I am being followed and harassed.
What I want is what I’ve got. What I want is the resurrection of Burgess Meredith.
What I want is to be followed by the United States Government FORCES.
What I want is not so outrageous. What I want is what I do not need, but still want.
What I want and what I need are far more precious than imaginable.
I want the United States Government to stop my mandible. I want to be chased.
I want a surveillance camera hovering above my bed, like a dream-glow.
What I want is to be spied on by ominous men, like decrepit surfaces.
I want to see mass hysteria where suburbs are turned into Transylvanias.
I want the Government-funded news media hounds to thoroughly convince me of Life on Mars.
What I want is not that big of a deal. What I want is to be in a Secret Society.
What I want is to be followed by Secret Agencies. I want that. I want the pendulum to swing my way.
I want the Government to tell me why Secret Organizations need to be secret if they are so powerful.
I want to be stepped on by Men in Black, the way the Lotto rolls over.
I want my hands to be tied in a Virtual Reality around our Real World.
I want the United States Government to thumb their noses, to give perpetual pink slips.
I want that to happen so bad that I bat my lashes and wait for a digital code to pinch my flesh.
I want to be experimented on. I want mind-games to be the common matinee.
I want to be imprisoned in a seaside village, like Patrick McGoohan in The Prisoner.
I do not want to be a Man. I want to be a Number. This is alluring.
I want nothing but bitter pills to swallow while the plot is brewing.
I want to be followed. To be Wanted.
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