The voices want me to write a book or are teaching me how to but I just want to sleep.

Didn’t want voices in the first place, either.

Opinionated people.

Why people problems.

Disturbing visualizations.

Mom says I need to relax.

She’s probably right.

But at the moment there is a skull wedged in the middle of my axe.

Sorry backward–there’s an axe in my skull.

Help.

Mild, politely.

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