“No, I think you are sick, and you need to see a doctor…”
“Doctor, my foot! You ARE the one who should see one!”
“Okay, tell me why you scalped the neightbour’s cat and burnt the bloody, poor creature to death last night!!”
“What the freak are you talking about? I would never do such a cruel thing like that!”
“Yeah, right. The neighbours saw you doing that at midnight.”
“But…”
“No more buts, you God-damned psycho! Tell that psychopath to come out now!”
“What? I can’t summon him any time I want, you know that!”
“That’s why I said: Get the fuck out of your devilish shell, Mr. PSYCHOPATHIC Cannibal!”
“Haaaaa…You want some cannabis? Chill, my dear friend. Here I am, ain’t I or aren’t I or should I say AM I NOT? My grand, lovely, and knowledgeable master of grammarian!”
“Shut up, and stop using that sly and sarcastic tone! It gets on my nerves every time you do that!”
“Okay, then. What do you WANT me to do, BUTTHEAD! I can scalp your head and dig out your brain if that’s what you’re wishing … I’m also curious about how neurons work under a living creature’s skull. Don’t think you’re the only person who is so into neuroscience; I’m, too, very intrigued by the connections of synapses and how glutamates fire electrical chemicals…”
Why do you think I am ill
What you see is only part of me
There are various selves living
In this body
Just like our society
Lives all kinds of species
Some are veracious
Some are completely crazy
If the world lacks diversity
Where will you find the opposite
If Prada is only worn by the rich
Who will discover the devil can be
Someone who also wears it
Colours of kaleidoscope
Shine my other images
One lady
One boy
One baby
And one psychopath full of evildoing
Wait, that’s not finished
In fact
There are 666 personalities
Spreading in this walking human being…
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
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