Queer (in the non-sexual way)

Just when I thought I’m on the right track my other selves had to come and twist me up again a bit. Some of the old symptoms are back:

• I’m drink-bullshitting again, as if the multitude of lying sinning selves just can’t play with each other anymore and they need to take it out on innocent people
•  I got scared of a semi-squished Rafaello candy as it resembled a sort of a dead animal at first to me
•  I’m having panic attacks when I hear the sound of my heart beats again
•  My hearing is worse than ever, as if I can’t concentrate on reality anymore
•  I’ve dreamed someone was trying to steal my soul, three times in a row, the same night. At least he didn’t succeed in doing it, but I did get up already wasted

I do hope it’s the cold I’ve caught. I pray it to be the cold.  This hyper reality, this under reality, they’re splicing my blood cells.