.Yes, Kindest One's, the spider's and worms, once thought expired have returned to dwell, once again, in the space between my scalp and my skull, which contains two halves of one brain, and the thought processes of this particularly peculiar sort. Me. Or I. It shall not matter at this moment, because I have come to speak briefly on behalf of this one said, I, that the return of these scurrying little bastards are all amok, around and about the left side of my upper skull.
No, and then alas, these are not some fanciful Physical Hallucination, although I must consider I have experienced Visual and Audio Hallucinations, thus bringing an interesting delima for the structure wearing my skin.
Which brings the alters and I, to the fine understanding that what I am living with here at this moment is a product of surgically dissected and or bisected skin, nerves, veins and the matter within my chambers of my flesh and skull, where it is there have been multiple snips, cuts and saws. Burr's grinding matter of the skull.
On quiet and cold nights, I still hear in my deaf ear, the buzz - ing sound of the burr.
Seen.
Let it be written then, that these squirming pests have not been rendered exterminated. The Botox, new pills and even recent procedure have not rendered them done dead gone. Hence, I shall have no alternative at this place in time but to take these matters into my own hand and or hands, should I decide to use both on my own, Home Schooled Surgically Procedurally Prepared Hands, Mind, and the Tools with which to get this done did right like and gone. C`est super beau!
For Pete's Sake. For Shits Sake. For Fucks Sake! Please?
This is all I have to say on this subject. I shall say no more, say no more. Hello.
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