| Lothar Swordfist 2005-01-31, 10:38 am |
| I wrote this part of some previous post, then I choose to take this as
singular message. I wrote it couple of weeks ago, it's incomplete, maybe
I'll write the rest if I can remember or recreate it, maybe not.
The rest is deeper nonsense from my mind. Yesterday evening, prior to
taking my drugs, I wondered back into my own reality. It was morning, at
first. My girlfriend had not waken up yet. I took a syringe and half a
bottle of alcohol, and placed them besides me and went to play sleeping
on the floor, with a tight rope around my arm. Then I just layed there,
waiting for her to wake up. And so she did, noticed me and thought I had
injected myself something and passed out. She tried to wake me up, then
she called emergency and was very frightened. I let her tell what she
thought had happened, then I got up and took the phone. I faked being
very drung and even had incoherent speech.[in the common reality we all
share I was walking around the apartment and talking out loud,
practicing being incoherent. It was fun]. OK, at the phone I said that
there is no problem, and they should not send anyone here. Then I got
angry and told that I got guns here and if someone comes ringing our
doorbell I'm going to empty all the clips at the door without a warning.
Then I noticed that she had taken my revolver and pointed it at me.
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ICD-10 F20.8 or DSM-IV-TR 295.40, whichever you like, crazy anyhow
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