What Have They Done To My Head?

Barely functioning.

Barely able to get out of bed for more than a few hours at a time.

My pupils are still dilated and fixed.

What have they done in my head?

Is it the food? Have they drugged me? Is it the soap or detergent? Is it in the air-filter? Have they done something to my carpeting?

Where is the cause coming from?

Or, is it just the events of 4/24/2018 that I am still recovering from?

To be clear, it was the event of lighting burning my back and neck that sent my car in reverse. To not go back to damage done. Yet, no matter what I do they are building with balsa wood all around me. So, if after 1,000,000 steps, turns and directions if I did not turn a knob to the left it all comes crashing down. And, I am supposed to understand and figure out why. When my mind is light years away staring at the con in the corner trying to figure out how much time he’s done, will he do it again, and why he is at my gas station.

I will never understand the food, coffee, soap, clothing, and fashion code. These things are redundant and meaningless.

Only wear a certain color on a certain day, only display a certain message here or there. These things mean nothing. They are baseless in value. They lack in all ways emotional depth.

Lying in bed I am trying to understand the damage done to my head, so I can return. Exercise again. Be healthy again. Be productive again.

Blunt force trauma on the side of my head is the best way I can paint that damage.

I see pictures on top of pictures. Displays one over another. Glued or welded together unable to separate. Slammed into my head with such effort it has reduced most of my other brain matter to a gelatinous mess.

There were several people in my head-room on 4/24/2018.

The damage was the effort of more than one man.

I am trying to understand how it is possible that Sims4 and Virtual Reality were able to take over every facet, area, situation, and direction of my life?

Especially now, having proven that my mind is greater than any program always has been, always will be.

I believe the world is confusing a Hollywood director with me as a twin for POTUS.

This is untrue in every and all ways.

I have a voice and a mind. Thoughts that create pictures, and I see great things. And, some not so great. Frightening truth be told.

I do not need a mouthpiece.

I do not need a man to stand in front of me to speak my words.

I am no one’s puppet on a string.