The crackheads

Was it me or the pigeon I ask my self the following week. I keep replaying the moment in my mind. A pigeon, which is a bird, which is a animal, and animals don’t talk, right? Then it must have been me. What freaks me out is that I was high and a pigeon asked me for a light, that’s just straight out of a movie, a bad movie. Maybe it wasn’t me, maybe it was the pigeon, maybe the government made a secret spying device to spy on average people like myself, it could be for the future, if I decide to kill someone. Now I think I might be high at this moment, talking about how in the future I am going to kill someone and the government thinks so as well. Maybe I’m going crazy, should I go see someone? I am probably going to kill someone in the future because I am going crazy...I mean the government does weird test like this all the time.

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