¿Clérambault's syndrome?
Well, I suppose many over here are familiar with that Movie Classic portraited in the above picture. ¿Am I right? Or at least most of you have heard about this film or even fully watched this classic Psycho Thriller from Sept. 18, 1987 at some point right?
Yeah, this kind of "Close Encounters Of The Third Kind" with obsessive nuts suffering of the Clerambault's syndrome usually happens everywhere and more often than you think. Like for instance, right here on the Hive blockchain. ¿You didn't know?
Oh yeah! over here in our beloved ecosystem we have no less than at least a handful of these obsessive nuts who are more reckless, stubborn, obstinate, neurotic and prideful of their sick behavior and addiction of stalking to the victims of their imaginary reciprocal crush than the fucking mother who gave birth to all of them.
But the worst isn't that, the worst is that this type of obsessive lunatics that we have here are not of the type to fall in love with a single person and go only after them. No no no no. These crazy MoFos fall madly in love with anyone who gets in their way of unrequited love. They even keep an ever-growing list to see who they harass next. Because obviously, they will never be loved by anyone and they have to keep desperately looking for new victims of their infatuated yearnings to satisfy their sick desires to be loved... or else. Yeah, they are that brainless, sick and besotted.
"Just a «click» for a hint"
Well, by now I bet you must already know on whom the fuck we are talking about. And if you still don't know, you might want to click here to find out. Or perhaps also clicking here to have a closer idea of who these freaking loving loonies are.
But in any case, never fall into the trap of believing that you have gotten them pregnant as they claim and will claim that you did. That's just one of their many sick mind games to try get you again into their torture bedroom and squeeze your blood and seeds to please their deluded whims and wet dreams. ¡They are that sick!
At this time in point, there's no Boiled Bunnies that will save their ill souls nor their longing for domination. They are currently doomed to live a life without love full of rejections due their lies, useless existence and plain stubborn brainless actions.
Little do they know that the script has already been modified and changed on the fly. And certainly they will no longer have a chance to redeem themselves and disappear from this world peacefully just listening to Madame Butterfly while their useless lives fade away. No no no Alex Forrest, your life will end in another way.
Your lovely butcher's knife won't be your salvation anymore, you freaks. You sick MoFos will have to die drowning into your own sinner dung after a good fight or through an accurate shot in the entire center of your useless and despicable heart.
¡Look it up fuckers!
No! there' won't be any bloody farewell nor a peaceful death for your sick actions. You, stalkers, will have to go away from this life in a bad way as you really deserve. Just for falling madly in love with the wrong person. ¡R.I.P. to your useless remains!
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