Schizophrenia V. Split Personality

Paranoid schizophrenia, meet the borderline personality disorder. You don't want to know why I have paranoia. The things I hear. The things I see and the things I don't say, due to reasons of managed sanity hidden within myself due to what little humanity I have left...
...well... here goes nothing...
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaaaaaalalalalalaaaa...

Boredom.
Boredom.
Sleep, sleep.
Sleep, sleep.

Romeo art thou a lie?
Would not thou praise thyself with love?
For thou is ones life and to throw away would be waste?
Oh Juliet, why, why Juliet?

I think the majority of my brain consists of variations in material waves functioning on data received from the interloping wiring of the brain just for it to replay the image in the eyes and edit movement to adjust accordingly. Now this doesn't sound so smart but if I'm correct the LAST thing to be adjusted in movement would be toes.

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