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I’m still in here. Think you might have dissociative identity disorder? I mean this here is anything but normal.
Leave me alone.
Y’see, I really wish I could do that for you Jason, but for some reason here ya got me stuck in ya brain and there’s no reason for me to still be here. Think you just love being in pain and suffering? How sad. How damn emo of you.
You’re not me anymore. I gave you and everythin’ you’re like up. There’re right ways
Yeah yeah. Keep singin’ the song and soundin’ like the pretty birdy. Can ya sing so long ya loose that mind again? Wanna let me out again?
That’s not an option on the table. So now that you’ll go on with the same crap ya always do, can you let me just sleep?
C’mon Jason. Jay. Buddy. Pal. Amigo. If ya can’t trust yaself then who can ya trust? What’s the big deal? Let loose a lil. Have a bit of fun. Think it’d be so bad if ya do? We can hide the evidence. Look how damn good you are at it champ!
We do this every night. You keep trying to get what you want I put you were you belong.
In ya subconscious? Ya can feel me creapin’ in some times can’t ya. Why ya don’t drink that much anymore. Afraid I’ll sneak out just a lil? Pop out and ruin ya new lil life? Make it known how much of a disgustin’ horrible sinner ya are?
Not even a concern.
I think what I find so pathetic of ya is how afraid ya are that ya “family” or “friends” will find out ‘bout me.
Just shut your mouth.
Is that a nerve? Is that it? Of all people I’m jus’ trippin’ that ya afraid that people that dress like strippers and have their own mental disorders is what ya scared of.
You have no idea what you’re talking about.
Helloooo. Genius, I’m in ya mind! Ya want to feel that blood drippin’ off ya hands and as ya mouth salivates like some kinda mad dog that his master forgot to put down. It ain’t a thing. Ya want to get them fangs flesh deep and tear into someone. Ya want to see those rounds pumping and see how a body falls contorted like a blood filled china doll! Ya know how much ya miss pumpin’ rounds and seein’ all ya call an enemy have that dread in their eyes and ya can almost drink it in. Fills ya viens like hot damn and it’s the best climax ya know!
… shut it.
C’mon mad dog! Pump that hate into each and every single son ah bitch that get s in ya way!
I don’t want to hear this anymore.
Why? It ain’t true? That it? Nah. That ain’t it. It’s cause that spiteful dark lil crum ya call a soul just begs for what ya deny it. It wants me. An ya jus’ know that all ya friends an family would freak the hell out if they knew ya mind was this damp, dark, screwed the hell up kinda place. Ya know they even saw a bit of this in ya mind ya ass would be back in Arkham.
…. You’re right.
Finally comin’ to ya senses. Good boy.
That’s why I’m in control and no one will find out about you. It’s my choice.
“What’s your choice?”
Ya were jus’ talkin’ out loud there Jay. Great control there. That an ya ain’t asleep. Ya met with some people from class to chit an chat.
“Sorry. Just a bit…”
Out of control.
“No I’m not.”
“Huh?”
“Sorry. Meant to say I’m just a bit worn out. Catch ya guys later?”
Tic tock tic tock tic tock tic tock tic tock. Ya time is runnin’ out Jay.
”Shut the hell up!” Was that outloud?
People are already dialin’ ya 900 number.
This conversation is so over.
For now. Lookin’ forward to the next one. Night Jay.
Leave me alone.
Y’see, I really wish I could do that for you Jason, but for some reason here ya got me stuck in ya brain and there’s no reason for me to still be here. Think you just love being in pain and suffering? How sad. How damn emo of you.
You’re not me anymore. I gave you and everythin’ you’re like up. There’re right ways
Yeah yeah. Keep singin’ the song and soundin’ like the pretty birdy. Can ya sing so long ya loose that mind again? Wanna let me out again?
That’s not an option on the table. So now that you’ll go on with the same crap ya always do, can you let me just sleep?
C’mon Jason. Jay. Buddy. Pal. Amigo. If ya can’t trust yaself then who can ya trust? What’s the big deal? Let loose a lil. Have a bit of fun. Think it’d be so bad if ya do? We can hide the evidence. Look how damn good you are at it champ!
We do this every night. You keep trying to get what you want I put you were you belong.
In ya subconscious? Ya can feel me creapin’ in some times can’t ya. Why ya don’t drink that much anymore. Afraid I’ll sneak out just a lil? Pop out and ruin ya new lil life? Make it known how much of a disgustin’ horrible sinner ya are?
Not even a concern.
I think what I find so pathetic of ya is how afraid ya are that ya “family” or “friends” will find out ‘bout me.
Just shut your mouth.
Is that a nerve? Is that it? Of all people I’m jus’ trippin’ that ya afraid that people that dress like strippers and have their own mental disorders is what ya scared of.
You have no idea what you’re talking about.
Helloooo. Genius, I’m in ya mind! Ya want to feel that blood drippin’ off ya hands and as ya mouth salivates like some kinda mad dog that his master forgot to put down. It ain’t a thing. Ya want to get them fangs flesh deep and tear into someone. Ya want to see those rounds pumping and see how a body falls contorted like a blood filled china doll! Ya know how much ya miss pumpin’ rounds and seein’ all ya call an enemy have that dread in their eyes and ya can almost drink it in. Fills ya viens like hot damn and it’s the best climax ya know!
… shut it.
C’mon mad dog! Pump that hate into each and every single son ah bitch that get s in ya way!
I don’t want to hear this anymore.
Why? It ain’t true? That it? Nah. That ain’t it. It’s cause that spiteful dark lil crum ya call a soul just begs for what ya deny it. It wants me. An ya jus’ know that all ya friends an family would freak the hell out if they knew ya mind was this damp, dark, screwed the hell up kinda place. Ya know they even saw a bit of this in ya mind ya ass would be back in Arkham.
…. You’re right.
Finally comin’ to ya senses. Good boy.
That’s why I’m in control and no one will find out about you. It’s my choice.
“What’s your choice?”
Ya were jus’ talkin’ out loud there Jay. Great control there. That an ya ain’t asleep. Ya met with some people from class to chit an chat.
“Sorry. Just a bit…”
Out of control.
“No I’m not.”
“Huh?”
“Sorry. Meant to say I’m just a bit worn out. Catch ya guys later?”
Tic tock tic tock tic tock tic tock tic tock. Ya time is runnin’ out Jay.
”Shut the hell up!” Was that outloud?
People are already dialin’ ya 900 number.
This conversation is so over.
For now. Lookin’ forward to the next one. Night Jay.