Schizodefective Morbidity

What a dapper little dude

Everything makes sense when you have proper context

You see that man wandering around your street aimlessly at 2am and think he’s a threat. But maybe strike up a conversation and you’ll see him become a deer that has been transfixed by the high beams of a 2007 Hyundai Sonata

Kinda miss the days of being a degenerate burnout on main. Too many people are invested in my wellbeing. Have to act like I know what tact is.

I’m never gonna recover financially from this.

Fucked up you gotta sell your blood to make ends meet.
Your literal life force. The stuff that your body produces and requires to live.
And yet the taxman demands his slice of that transaction.

I can’t be trusted with money!!!!
My brain constantly reformats purchases as “reinvestments” hoping it pays in larger returns!! But spending 2$ more on the nicer body wash or an extra 3$ to make it a meal is bleeding me!! This is bullshit

Drs: here, have some drugs that will disrupt your neurotransmitters dramatically.
Me: Will they help me function better?
Drs: lol.
Me:
Drs:
Me:
Drs: say sike rn

*in Minecraft….allegedly

If their gas chambers don’t kill me before their draconian health care. I might live long enough to become a programed radical with a list of names.

I like to think that the ABC agents that monitor me don’t just see me as a person of interest. But also a parasocial friend. : )

Hot singles in your area.
So hot they set fire to their surroundings. They are looking for you. This whole city will burn if that’s what it takes to get to you.