I can hear them, they are talking about me, hushed voices, they think I cannot hear them, and that I could not infer what they are talking about even if could hear them and decrypt their cipher. My family has talked to everybody in town, everybody knows my deal, so it is as if I have… …and recover from another stumble that is the never stopping train Choo Choooo Cha Cha Kling Kling Kebil Kebil. My thoughts keep getting interupted from some other conversation going on contiously in my head. My left hemisphere has severed all links with the right hemispere. What is it, the Corpus Collusem, that fibrous bundle of fibre optic cabling all colored in orange, blue, flourescent purple, phosphourescent green, t is the pathway that links the two halves. My mind wanders mid sentance and I find myself suddenly recovering from the dips it is taking. Oh, I see, part of the problem is that…. dropped another piece of a really good idea, ha. And then my mind keeps taking mental picnics, but these happens spontanously and without regret, retard. I guess I am slipping into the nods, did not think that vitamin C. And the muscle twitches when from the land of nod I silently slip back into the jaws of my living hell.
My parents have told every single person in town that I am now them official town crier and wacko. For the fifth,