God tells me- I am going to fry

Fey informs me I will never die

What are these parts my mind

Evolution chose to go entwine

In the making o this man I am

There ocean- but am I to dam

I see: the energy & the matter

Understandin: whole I scatter

The hole in me 'at I try 2 feed

I want work- not always need

Too be full for every moment

There too much bee- I hornet

But what do I replace self W/

All I C is work and this ol fifth

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For the record: I HATE when people say or ask if I hear “voices.” People don’t understand their minds at all. If one wishes to understand what I experience by having this one Voodoo Ranger, read Carl Jung. He said a lot that’s accurate about synchronicity. And as I type that my neighbor says my shortened name in the backyard. But was it “sit?” Was he talking to his dog? Cortisol spike either way as I interpret the outer world through the free association of various stimuli in conjunction with what’s in my short term memory with my adept lateral thinking skills. This is my reality. And God said to both drink and not drink. There’s a part of me that says get hammered to assuage pain. There’s a part of me that threatens with death to avoid obeying. Wow. That is literally the exact relationship my parents had over my dominion. Weird…