Sadie Dalton get me adderall I don't care what happened to James Hughes I don't care what these brings are I no die soon zap for life forever 27 there is no religion higher.than truth caitlin rodriguez from easton c.f. Williamsburg Brooklyn I.choose.you Sadie no agent friends Dallas Texas production.
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Me-2015 pause point (seizures are schizophrenia)
I put i'm schizophrenic on this thing, sooner or later we had to identify the psychosis we went into believing the Republican party held me hostage. At this point I need a doctor who cares that my main concern is beating sleep, and acknowledge my schizophrenia as a minor condition which can be cured with a pill.
Todays doctor threw me at making a neurologist appoint and he took me but i don't think he did anything. Maybe a neurologist will prescribe me Adderall.
Me-everytime this kid at the Brc kicks the stand i'm sitting on i lose a word. I'll be stuck on pause soon and nobodu cares.
I can fix my condition with adderall but will have to suffer without.
I have a Meanie Heart coming up, voice says it's taking away my art. My relationship with this thing that talks got to arguing today.
I told it to fuck off, it's ruined my life, stolen my film career has a burning feeling inside my crotch i have to go write on a newspaper in a minute and i have no interest in doing it while the producers try to get my attention, which is currently shattered.
I'm about to sweat and bite my hand.
I don't want to. I can't remember anything and i'm already in the meanie heart mode. I want to bitch about needing to make it to work in porn i argue with a voice over whether i will have a future with it. My dick feels like something is touching it. The best feeling would be to bite my hand. I want to write on a newspaper to play with the thing that talks to me. I can't help it and the voices today led me to the conclusion schizophrenic ghosts would be featured on Little nemo on Hbo now.
Like that's what i'll talk to. My upcoming thought melds into my current one and i smell carpet cleaner and feel the closest hands i can see as though they're in me.
Seriquil helps a bit but seems to just put me to sleep over time. I find if i didn't have adderall in me i'd be passed out and not know this med doesn't really work all that much. The clearity I got from when I took it has worn off.
But I hold my head low. Soon I will run out of the last script from my prior doctor and not be able to write, and as I try to get it all up on here, to savepoint for whatever amount of time, i'm shattered in focus by the sounds of the people who live here. I beg words make it on this blog, as I prepare to live with people who never went to college and will never care about the privledge to screenwrire and the horror if your brain made it so you couldn't. I beg my android to just work this one time, to just sync with me and my finger PLEASE.
But all my intellect is replaced with the need to stay still and bite my hand. I even say coocoo sometimes (against my own will) and i get ready to unwillingly write on a newspaper. I pray to cop ghosts in new york to help me with this problem. Depending heavily on Wiccanism in my Universalism I find this to make alot of sense.
My mind splits into my focus here on the blog and a juice feeling my cock turns into in the seizure.
Seriquil only works for 20 minutes and puts me to sleep.
I'm moving out of this shelter one way or another; with housing or i'll fucking move in with my mother. I'll sacrafice New York to not see these black people who piss themselves daily.
My eyes follow people's hands and my eyes move on their own. I'm not ready-me-for people to know i'm crazy now that i'm sane, now that I made it back to beinh a Democrat.
Me-I admit them; the conditions so you know where i went.so Pascal remembers when i was well and had a perfect portfolio coming up.When I sent out ForeCastmazy Dvds. When I could fuck around with final cut Pro to learn it and felt like 'My normal wine emcrusted cocaine bowl' kind of self.
Me-I read the about me but don't change it. The show ended up being the thing you cannot get off-perception-and more and new medication ende up being the answer to fixing me.
I just want to write to write-me- I can't read and my body CANNOT stay still for twitter. Time is leaving me behind as I have no life or events to instagram. As I wait for east village dental to fix me. As I wait to find out if this disease has left me with dentures or I get implant teeth for the ones the seizure took
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