My tonsils are planning a coup

I can hear them.
In my head.
I mean, not like the voices. Those are okay, I've learned to tune them out. I mean like real echoes inside my brain, like when you're breathing heavily and you suddenly realise and you look around to see if anyone noticed.
They're talking about overthrowing the brain. They go on and on about how policy has been politicized, and legislation is completely for shit ever since we decided on that non-specific "no red meat thing."

They think the administration is weak, and they have no qualms about doing whatever they deem necessary.

They won't listen to reason. They just feed their own hatred and anger. They fester in their lymph and try to try to rationalize their behaviour. God, how did we get to this point? It's all coming apart.

I think they've got the spleen with them.

Please, what do I do?

My mind

wants out.
It thinks it can do better inside someone else's head.
It says it's put up with my shit for long enough, and it's time we saw other organs.
I try to suggest a break. Or maybe therapy. But my brain says we tried that once, and it didn't go anywhere 'cos I wasn't committed, that I just kept rehashing the same old shit about my parents, dodging the real issues.
I try to calm down my mind, because I know it's our destiny to be together. I know that the hardships are irrelevant, they are only lessons to be learned. There is no material world.
It tells me to cut the crap and get a real job. Get some respect for myself, look at me.
Well, fine. We'll see how well it does out there without me.
Consider our relationship over. I'm asking it to leave tonight and please take its stuff, there's nothing left for it in here.

And take your goddamn ganglia with you, you lousy piece of gooey cabbage.