When I’m feeling psychotic 

I wonder if you can hear my thoughts. I really hope you can’t. You probably can’t. But you might. And if you can, well then, you know why I’m looking at you strangely. You mustn’t make any odd reactions or I’d be onto you. But you know that, cause I just thought it. Now you know to act normal. But can you act more normal than me as I glare at you in the line at the gas station. Do you realize who is who within your crazy spider sense. Do my thoughts sound like my redneck diction. Shhhh… okay he’s gone, but why’s that lady behind me staring at me. Can she hear me. Was I sensing the wrong direction and it was her. Was I just talking out loud?

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