Every time I pick my nose and eat its contents in the comfort of my home a flash of your face judging me appears in the corner of my eye.
I’d buy Kleenex if we were together, but this is me, as a messy unhygienic bachelor.
Lemme alone.
All of a sudden
The voices have gotten much quieter I’ve the last hour or so.
They say you gave the pastor a blowjob and that’s the reason why.
They also want to know if I have the capacity to keep writing to and about what I hear without the voices.
Of course I do.
But if I’m not hearing anything, it’s turn into a “once in a while” type of thing.
All in all I’m still gonna need to time to recover from all this. I could be playing video games right now but it feels better to just lay in bed.
Random Horoscope
Meme #2
A new challenger
A buddy of mine I play Pokemon Go with… let’s call him Scyther, he’s in my head too now, talking about you shaking hands with period blood all over them because your office/job is interabang where everyone has sex with everyone else, and that’s how you got the job to begin with.
I don’t understand why Scyther is here tho.
In the DR
Two people
Got blowjobs
You would love to tell me what happened now that I’ve so throughly insulted you
So say the voices
You are correct, voices
If anyone makes me take this blog down for whatever employment opportunity I will use the journal app in my phone
You are correct
Volunteering
Voices say you decide to volunteer at a food kitchen to “be like me.”
And somehow ended up giving out blowjobs and handjobs instead of food?
Man’s Laughter
Voices say you’ve done so much heroine you can laugh anymore.
I want to be alone
This isn’t about being with her again.
I don’t want to date anyone right now.
And it doesn’t help having voices in your head.
Defecation on Display
Voices say you won an award and when you went to accept it you pooped on stage in front of the people celebrating you.
Mr. Eato
Something Terrible
Voices are saying people don’t want to see me write anymore, the names of big celebrities and Hollywood types.
The idea is that eventually I’ll write something terrible, so terrible it will tarnish my reputation or something.
I got a bit of rest earlier and they said that my ex would try to choke me in my sleep. Choke me to death.
They also keep saying “I want to know more” about her, like there’s this endless wealth of information I’m not aware of, and then they tell me, to gauge my response/reaction or something like that.
I don’t know.
Australia
Voices say you’re addicted to opiates, that you did Krokodil in Australia.
That I walked past you that one day on the train.
They say that was you.
But what the fuck do I know?
All I know is you have every avenue to contact me and you still don’t.
That’s reality.
Edit:
Voices say your skin is necrotic.
That you were being fucked in the ass at some concert.
Unfaithful
Voices say you’re unfaithful to your partners. A serial cheater although you parade around as if you’re monogamous.
Voices also say Japanese people pray to me to help them stay faithful to their partners.
I have no idea what to believe.
What you call me
And apparently you’re completely disgusted with me. Okay.
Monster Hunter Wilds
Chlamydia
Voices in my head saying you wish you gave me a blowjob so I’d catch chlamydia and every time I thought about you it’d be associated with that negative memory of contracting an STI or something
Great…
Voices say if you were turned all the way up you’d fuck everyone I’m friends with on Facebook.
That’s just how you’d cheat on me.
Really weird, considering that I’m friends with my mom on Facebook.
Definitely sure she wouldn’t fuck you.
100% positive of that.
Or my sister.