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Sep 2015
you see last night i went to some mattes house and he told me of all the bad

stuff i did, especially the day ii tied people up, and about the time i teased everyone at the mall

and he sat in his house saying to me, wanna can of beer, sand then he said, go to bed, buddy, there

is nothing for you here and i said, i am reformed now, all that is in the past

and he said, it’s alright for you to say it’s in  the past, you did it, meanwhiles we suffer from P T S D

and you \take your medication like a good little boy, while we suffer

and then i said, i have schizophrenia, a form of mental illness, and he said

you mean you are a mental head and i said yes, i am a mental head and

all the bad stuff that i done is all due to that and then he started teasing me something fierce

because me being mental seemed to make him happy,and i said i want you to understand

that i am suffering just like you, and he said, no you are having a good time

and me calling you mental is the best thing i can ever do to stop you, you see i want you

to go to floriade and i want people to give you P T S D and then i want canberra never to have

a christmas parade and i want the excuse is, we haven’t got any money to fund it, actually the

only parades i want in canberra are little kids easter bonnet parades where you get into trouble

for taking photographs, and i said, mate, don’t you want fun, here, and he said, yeah i want fun

the fun i have when i am teasing you, and i said, please forgive me, and except i have a mental illess

because, maybe i am the reason for your P T S D and i have excepted that, you need to except that i

did all that because i am mentally ill, i said i don’t deserve being teased like that, i have a voice, i need to

BE HEARD and he said, what crap, the only voice you have are your mentally ill voices and then he said

if you really want to be heard, you could’ve done that when you were young and like us, now after you

gave us P T S D, it’s mighty hard to forgive you, and then i said, i am suffering too, i have a mental illness

and then he said, i don’t want to hear your problems with your mentally ill brain and then he said you should never

tell anyone that you have a mental illness particurily if you are the reason why you are suffering, and then he said

i dopn’t care what athena is doing up there with your teeth, or whatever became of the drug ice and why don’t they use

methane anymore, then he told me, i am a criminal instead of being mental, so never say your mentally ill, you are just a *******

bleeding criminal, you lost your gnomes you painted at floriade, because i want you to suffer like a criminal does

never tell us your mental, just except our punishment for a criminal like you, i yelled SHUT UP, AND LEAVE ME THE **** ALONE

he said, neh, and went off to a party i wasn’t invited to because of my mental illness causing their P T S D.
Written by
johnny georgy brown
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   Cecil Miller
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