Trickmaster

Day 4

For the record, I also believe in green goblins that hide inside green containers, predominantly green waste containers and toxic waste boxes, foremostly the medical ones, and in aliens that do mass psychological surveillance on Earth lest the humans Find Something. Flying saucer abductions are more frequent than you think.

The moon landing was faked.

I believe that if I clap my hands, I'll start levitating. The sky is actually a shade of purple because of the ultraviolet light, but most people say "blue" because they are disabled and can't see past violet.

On my first day out, the words around me were intense and I looked at them and thought about them and used them as a continuation of my internal dialogue. Words on boards, colours on the street. I was a scrambled mess.

Now I know for a fact that I am God, and that my voices are my minions, because I'm a supervillain at the same time, and that's why I only listen to my voices if they praise my ego first, since each dialogue is a prayer to Your Overlord, yours truly.

If I shut my eyes and count to ten while meditating I'll be able to tell you the future from this very moment, one hundred years later. It doesn't matter, because there are multiple, and if you rest on one they'll all get thrown out the window.

You have been Enlightened.

YOUR GOD DEMANDS A SACRIFICE.

Okay in all seriousness, I believe they've quietened down. I just have a background laughing track that appears sometimes today when I do something that I find amusing, and also indecipherable whispers. There's also nothing.

The more I focus, the better, or worse, it gets. If I don't focus on the voices they decrease. If I focus on the voices, I believe I can make them increase. If there aren't any voices to focus on, I can probably start creating them. Probably. I'm too tired to do that now and share tips on it because I want to do other things.

I slept a lot longer today. "Sleep is the path to recovery," I'm told. After many nights of finding myself unable to sleep in the Centre For Mental Health out of fear of being gassed. Extremely confusingly, I got let out after the night I let myself get gassed and woke up feeling drugged and groggy. I could barely think straight, or so I thought. I managed to sit and focus on the conversation with the doctors. Maybe my memory is scrambled. Maybe it isn't. Maybe I have blanks. Maybe I only kept the fun stuff.

I used to be SURE that car honks were Directed At Me and were replies to my thoughts. And that police cars (or ambulances) were making absurd amounts of noise in my neighbourhood. Turns out they do that anyway.