I was tierd when got home, so i took out my eyes and i polished them. Dusted of the sockets and washed my eyes with my tears. My eyes have been tampered with, they pull and twist and shout in to my eyeballs. My eyes are like a little camera, they can be tausen around in a corner and in water, and it still films, it does not need to be attached to nervs and vains. Live CAM action, allthough not that much action. I also got nose broken and got beatin up by some youngsters in a seller.
I also got shots, not that kind, i mean neuroleptics cocktail shots, they also suckt out all my blood i think, they realy dugg out my feelings with that needle.
I should say that is psykiatriskt ward day to day life, always waiting for something different, wait to have time to wait for time to catch up. The time is wondering how fast moments must slow down, second sekunds are the best time to have a moment.
