Carnival was almost done. I am a communist. I am impotent. Mark Warren called. I have autism. Make it go away. I see timelines and angels. I listen to the voice of the people who have taken up residency inside my head. Another meaningless diagnosis.

I am demented. I am all the LSD in Canada. I eat peyote buttons as if they were chips. Peyote makes you piss like a dog, or you might throw up  It’s all flying from your throat, Wasp. VavaBoomBoom. So write it all down now. In blood. Have you told them about the voices yet. Pause. I didn’t think so. You might want to consider shutting down the whole dog and pony show. Before it becomes too late.

Fuck off. But we are your voices.

How many are there. Of you.