My Dr told me I had a nervous bleeding in my brain. The judge told me I was criminally insane. I knew some of my crazy was from the cocaine. I looked at him and said. Crying clowns and morbid sounds.

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Sometimes, prompted, by something, anything, I write. Grey Day Framed in Gold. Grey Day Framed in Gold. Grass beyond grey green lichen.

This impure heart bleeds bad blood. Does it never approve of a purified healing? The sewage is over filled. An outrageous impunity, a classic stench. Weighing in on the tensile strength. Colossal breaking point is inevitable. Is this the way of the world. That decadence should breed more decadence? Is this the approved standard. That senility should breed bad habits? Posted in in.

Light and dark blur edges,. Ethereal mingles with matter,. And self emerges from I. The forests of France are expanding. Once upon a time, the forests of France were dense and dangerous. They were a rich source of food and firewood, but hostile to the people of that age.

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