Me-where i'm at

I guess it's save the blog for when i run out of adderall me-i have given up on housing with these people-the voices want to distract me from making artwork-i'm back to 2007-forecastmazy.blogspot.com-i have lost zoran and everyone i ran from. I think this all goes away if you ignore it but i've wasted enough life on it. It didn't even disturb the doctor that i can't write or prompt to medication, and i have Monento memory. I don't know how I could have made it more literal. The voices get pist when i am not doing something for now-working in the future is a dream to them-and they like jail surely if my only ability for cash is to train panhandle through closed space pain where i'm attacked internally by people's hands me-i can't feel but i feel the seizure coming-feels like cum and hate. And this week the voices want to mock how long it's been since i've been to a club. They want embaressment, they are not real i conclude they are mental syndroms. This after many blogs. And despite believing in Thew Temple Ov Psychik Youth i hate the chaos magick i've created. I have a disease that i can barely read wikipedia my eyes can't read the words my brain can't add it jams. I used to pray in earlier seasons they didn't kick me out of the apple store