That's my head. Hearing voices. Seeing Phillip K. Dick. Suicide windows. Nights with two moons. Left right left, which side of my head is fucked up from my cerebral palsy, I don't even know anymore. Is the baby in picture #1 or picture #2? This Place is Death, to borrow an episode title from LOST. Its one of those get me the fuck out of here days, folks. Thanks for coming, we have a matinee on Monday. Try the grilled cheese.
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Hope you feel better soon.
I had the morning but I misplaced it. Lost it somewhere on it's way to the hippocampus. Maybe it took a side route through the amygdala. I know it pissed me off. I figure it's lodged now below the Medulla Oblongata. Yeah, lodged and already being forgotten.
Ditto on the well-wishes friend.
:-x
Also, I wish that I could be standing in that second image. I need to get away to somewhere like that for a while.
A lyrical tone poem for mad, bad, crazy pain. Well done, mister!
Thanks for sharing the link, but unfortunately it seems to be down... Does anybody have a mirror or another source? Please reply to my post if you do!
I would appreciate if a staff member here at frankenstein1959.blogspot.com could post it.
Thanks,
Charlie
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