I might be a telepath. I might be insane. I might be crazy or loosing it. Uncertanty is my bread and the butter is my doubt.
All things are aroudn me like circling vultures and my mind is a morsel they wait for, the fight to keep waoiting making irt more tasty.
Anonymous
04:17:57 PM
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Sorry, but you're crazy.
Crazy or not, you write with good analogies.
Is it just me, or does that sound like the lyrics to a song?
I know how you feel, mate. My post is the one 30 before yours. I may be bipolar- it runs in the family... Scary thought, that.
I don't agree with your spelling, though.
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