(WARNING: May contain sweariness, I haven’t decided yet, this hot chocolate is starting to calm me down haha )
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Now, brain, we’ve done battle many times before. You know it, I know it! Those times when the impulsiveness clashes with the avoidance leading to almighty meltdowns lasting hours in public places?
The times you so sweetly remind me of past psychotic episodes?
The times you get me to try and read words into patterns on glass and walls?
The times you attempt to process the sounds from those noisy bastards next door, but aren’t able to leading to further meltdowns inside?
The times you make me so alert I am startled by every bang of a firework, or person talking walking past?
The times you make me believe me neighbours or someone else is spying on me?
You are a complete and utter fucker! A total bastard and I think you are slightly psychopathic! Or into some weird sort of sado masochism!
Well, there I was all relaxed, getting into bed at an average sort of time (6 PM – Don’t ask it’s average for me!) when you suddenly decided to fling various thoughts and images right at me!
Did you enjoy that? Did it give you some sort of orgasmic experience? Is that what that tingling is at the back of my head? Fucking weird brain!
First you got me with an image from my experience as described here! Wow! Not had one of them for a while! And you know where to hit me don’t you!
There were a few of us watching an episode of Can’t Cook Won’t Cook in someone’s room, that was all, just that little snippet you wanted to remind me of!
Then you whacked me with thoughts from my first psychotic episode overseas, how very fucking charming of you! You know hiding on top of a wardrobe thinking someone was going to break the door down while ready to hurl a chair at the door if anyone did so. Wow!
You do it so well don’t you! Bastard!
There I think that’s out of me! And while i’m at it, back of head I wish that you’d fucking stop tingling!
More hot chocolate I think