I can feel the worms under my skin again.

I can feel the worms under my skin again. The doctors say they're not there. They say I'm "crazy". But they're there. Sometimes the worms tell me to do things. Bad things.

The worms are everywhere. I'm becoming one of them, at night i go into the backyard and eat dirt by the handfull. Mother doesnt understand, soon i will feed her to my new friends.

I hope morph into a worm tonight, I say my prayers and fall asleep. I have sepia toned dreams, of being on a ship. I wake up, I am a worm! But I am inside a giant bottle of mescal

an i am not as drunkest as i would be had my truly best drinking friend used to be, neither. I THINK...shhhhh....HEY!,,am I yelling? I'm so sorry. Look, what I'm trying to say is

I love you...did I say that?... Hahaha... It's not that thing. I'm ENORMOUSLY.No the thing is... Seriously... What was I saying? You want another? It's all just... And another thin

g..." (In my head was aware I was rambling, but I couldn't tell the truth.) "Why are you... Oh come on, you don't... Whuu...uhh... I said so, didn't I? (I knew I didn't say that.)

The plastic police were on my trail so I had to toss this trash somewhere. The police snatched it and put in the trash can next door, saying I was a good global citizen. What#!?

I decided I was getting nowhere like this. So I started making plans for a bank heist. I just wanted to be taken seriously. I hired a gang of semi-professionals. When I say

semi-professionals, I mean my brother, my cousin and uncle Len. They're most likely the ones who would've visited my in prison anyways...