My mum said I had to go to the cult meetings. I said no mum I’m not going to your cult meetings I believe in string theory and eyeliner. But she said no Essek you have to go to go to the cult meeting you are 120 and she said other things about her stupid cult it’s so stupid. So anyway I went to the cult meeting but I pulled up my draw string hoodie and stood in the corner away from these posers. These preps. And I read my band copy of Kepler’s Laws because planetary motion understands me and my mum’s cult doesn’t.
My mum has schizophrenia. She says ‘Essek I am not taking olanzapine’ and then she starts confusing me with her dead lesbian lover from her previous non schizophrenic life. I tell her ‘your God is fake and capital punishment is real.’ She slaps me because her cult is feeding her LSD. There is a portrait on the wall from when she took me to the black parade. I am going give the nuclear codes to the CIA. Because Trent Ikithon understands me and my mum’s schizophrenia doesn’t.
