today we were very hungry.
we booked a table of 7 at the local Outback steakhouse,
and we ordered food for 7 people. upon bill time the server was curious why 6 seats were empty.
i told him all of the rest were in my head.
and i grabbed him by the beard and smashed his head into the wooden table which left a massive crater in his fookin head.
i told him dinner was on him and paid in blood.
Inside my head my personalities were running around with a stake nife screaming “I hate life”,
cuz trust me my personalities are multiple, plentiful,
a whole fookin army.

im creeping through your head like a fookin skitzofrenic screaming on the street “i need meds”

-real life skitso.