Paranoid Suicidal Pillhead Psycho

Asked by a friend about the illness that had kept him bed-ridden in recent weeks, he reported it was a “something of a general malaise.” Really, though, he was just sick of the world and had no interest in participating in it, preferring instead to isolate himself in his bedroom scratching out surreal and macabre science-fiction stories in his notebook — tales of demented drug-addicted astronauts, sexually perverted killer robots, suicidally morose green-skinned aliens. ”Earth — planet of sick nightmares,” he whispered into his microcassette recorder, huddled beneath a blanket in the bedroom closet in the middle of the night. “I think I’m turning rotten inside.”

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