Whatever is confusing me is documented in horrible clarity so that you, the unsuspecting viewer can be drawn into my world of paranoia, half truths and immense stupidity.
I was stealin photocopier paper from me job again yesterday evenin, i never feel right untill I know I'm drivin home with a boot full of a4, its a comforting feeling. Anyways I got home and took out a few sheets and stuck them into me printer (also stolen from work). I wanted to print out me cv and look for a new job, in somewhere like an architects office that would have bigger size paper like A3 and that. I have most of the paper I've stolen stacked in my bedroom, i have stacks of two reams on the floor, the walls are three reams thick and I've heaps of cushions nailed to the roof. I can go in there in the evenings and close the door (stacking up paper behind it and then spend the night with a flashlight screaming and screaming before I finally fall asleep.