Sent mental at a quieter time, when these bobble-headed people bathe amidst an absolute peace > opposed to upside down manic-minded upheaval – nurses with parody pills popped inside ‘cracked’ glasses of paralysed water
where
Nothing >
no-one < no thing is normal-faced in here Worst than that? I am the number one clown at today’s dangerously-minded circus > the rest mere sophomore pretenders pouncing these eared walls – if only they had a pretty penny to listen… and they do = the government chooses us above all else, how could they nut
I’ve earned my nose this peculiar time it seems and I’m about to go again
Bless me Father, for I see sins with alabaster wings stretched upon/against my screaming underskin
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