A Dating Service for Schizophrenics

I’ve decided the voices in my head are just lonely. Aching for others with multiply tongues, shouts and screams spinning through their neurological mist.

So they all got Tinder memberships and kaleidoscopic Facebook pages where they can friend and unfriend all the drama they stir up in that weird conference call in my head.

I won’t sign them up for Twitter though. They’ve already spent way too much time twittering on bridge ledges and on train tracks late at night when too many of them have decided it’s time to end the call.