Oh, the Splinters

Everything will not be done.

Do you hear me?

No, not talking to the world here. Just talking to the dictatorial nutter raging in my skull.

Of course, he’s not listening.

The freak’s busy smashing chairs against my brain cortex.

I’ll probably be coughing up splinters before the day is out.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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