Peppermint On Pillow
Mama, I’ve been compromised. There’s a swirly on my made bed, a fucking peppermint on my pillow! Got to make my own waffle for the first but someone slunk into my room at the Comfort Inn. They out to get me, waited till I finally stepped foot out of Montreal to try to sedate my behavior until it’s subdued to cognitive vulnerability. The 40s were so long ago, I’m no communist so please let it go. I heard they were showing big snakes with legs and gizzards down by the docks in the southern part of North America at one of these reptile expos. Lured out by a reptile expo that may or may not exist, I don’t wanna see it anymore. Spent all the budget that fitted in a zip lock lunch bag on this trip and now I can’t even sue. I’m trapped in the room that i’ve paid for but not sure for how long; every thing is neat and not ransacked. Should have went with the Best Western instead, you can tell they are more jolly just by how they have cereal and oatmeal. I might have to camp outside on the lawn just so everyone can see whatever happens, happened on american soil. I do not consent nor did I sign up to these mind games or programs! I’ve never been arrested but these crooked cops might be in on it for a beating on a slow weekday. I told my mother to be clear about this to the people on the other side of the phone when booking a room to stay. Honest mistake but a costly one at that, i’m not sure if my mother hates me or not at this point of living. “Think about the children” is said in the movies she watches, why couldn’t the brainwashing work that way for once. Out of love i’ve deemed her too responsible now she’s whistleblowing to discouraged shrinks and investigators that are out to recruit subjects. There the peppermint on pillow sits as it waits for someone to pick it up and digest it. Must have came from some person’s coat that has been parting in places where they use more aluminum foil than an emergency safety blanket. Won’t be me, I’ll leave that there for whoever left it there. I read on the computer that these army psychiatrists dress up like maids leave these in rooms as a form of intimidation, all apart of this blueprint that ensures the suspect that they were there. Man I can’t even look at that horrible thing, the swirls is spinning in its usual pattern. It’ll hypnotize the hypnotist into being an assassin to kill on demand like xfinity. I heard that eating one of those leads to barking seizures and a midnight climax that lasts 27 to 30 days but it feels like 15 to 17 years. I have no history of violence! I do shave, i’m a shaver that uses aftershave but with a little it of alcohol because i’m not a drunkard. Pain from the temple to jaw has flared up and i’m starting to speculate that the waffle batter wondered out in the field of medical expertise that occurs in a hospital or in a form of an institution to get spiked on it’s lid. It ain’t been the 70’s in so long and the young people are out dressed like hippies. The air conditioner is off because whoever is supervising me might think a cold war will start unraveling. Why can’t they separate historians and survivors the same way church and state is separated? These are aggressive techniques at show, someone is bound to bust through that door like Kool-aid man. I’m starting to think this is the time where in come the prostitutes, I find no comfort in turning this room into a brothel when it’s listed under my credit card. It will be tough to get some kind of compensation on this room when a bunch of prostitutes are mind controlling, psychic driving with their sweet nothings while the people looking through the recordings just sit around. It can’t be a safe house when I don’t know any of you, can’t trust these lured strangers to fetch me a water without it being a diet cocktail. Let the prostitutes eat the peppermint on pillow instead of me, I’m not the one that is mingling till the crack of dawn. I already know that this will end in a memorial instead of a funeral because they won’t find my body, can’t even get a chance to bargain for a frozen head. Won’t admit defeat but this stress is leading to amnesia, false memories taking over real ones like a couple of fascists. Ties to my former life is fading away, I was a stellar upstanding citizen! I have to use the restroom badly but the mirror might be two ways. Suffering in silence while the TV is looking at me, ready to unleash an electroshock. I’m athletic with asthma, i’ll toss the TV out the hotel window without letting go of it if these experiments don’t quit.