What follows is a completely sarcastic Charles Dickens-esque treatise on Papercut. More to come when I have the time. Papercut I wonder, "Why is it so dark outside?" It seem to me that there's something amiss in here. I wonder why I'm more impatient and wound-up today. Possibly I might be paranoid and having schizophrenic reactions to the previously mentioned circumstances. I don't have an inkling as to which worried me first or how such pressure came to be, but rest assured I can empathize with disembodied voices communicating mentally, as I am afflicted with a similar condition. The voice is akin to a face, a metaphor which alludes to 1984 or Big Brother in that the voice that is a face keeps constant surveillance on my person, with no regard for whether or not my eyes are open, or the truth of the things I speak. Also such a face is known to take humor in my loss of balance. It sees everything, which is an obvious statement since the voice and/or face is merely a part of my psyche, thus able to conceive all that I can conceive with my senses. Unfortunately, whether or not I decide to pass or fail, the illusions of separate people that reside inside of my mind can hear me, as they are inside my body or skin. I can related it to being a nervous man with paranoia, always thinking others are watching me. Further, it is as if a turbulent wind is residing in my brain. To no avail can I cease listening to the things I have stated existed in my mind prior to this sentence. In conclusion, it is safe to assume these voices that I claim are inside my head are, in fact, inside my head. I acknowledge the mental problems I possess, and that they in turn acknowledge my flaws and any missteps I may have made. However, you should realize that you also have a similar problem, which may in fact be of a more severe state or condition as my own. I wonder what caused my spontaneous anger; it could possibly be the following things which I cannot tolerate in any fashion: acquaintances and our fellow peers seem to prematurely judge that you are in fact a better person than I could ever be. I postulate that the above people, and in fact anyone who may or may not exist in this plane has the voice which could be a face (i.e. the metaphor of which I described earlier) to deal with. As a result the situation in which the illusions of separate people that reside inside of my mind can hear me whether or not I pass or fail also applies to you. I can related it to being a nervous man with paranoia, always thinking others are watching me. Further, it is as if a turbulent wind is residing in my brain. To no avail can I cease listening to the things I have stated existed in my mind prior to this sentence. In conclusion, it is safe to assume these voices that I claim are inside my head are, in fact, inside my head. The schizophrenic voices remain inside your head. The schizophrenic voices remain inside your head. The schizophrenic voices remain inside your head. The sun is setting. I have a feeling that the rays of light from the sun are not on my side. I repeat, the sun is setting. I have a feeling that the rays of light from the sun are not on my side.