Crazy 8

The cleaner was here at 7am, seemed staged, a bit wierd, the world is a stage, where the unreal is staged, made a real stage, over a story

As i left i heard one of the Rosemays baby actors say “get out,” Turning my home into a version of their own, they want me homeless, now

As im walking as usual the rapist is stalking me, as usual, but the freaks are closing in, blaming me, this scene staging a horror im in

I got in the cleaner was in her kitchen with her door shut and as im making coffee, I hear her say “Its her,” This is fiction, theyre all hollywood actors