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Saturday, December 3, 2011

Seperated. . . agreed. sad blue blurry blues on a dead lennon day. Failed intervention ignorance shoulda ignored offers of so called help when they ask how do you spell morgellons. I write a whimsy sayin c'est la vie be alright you be alright. Halloween is nigh and dead jesus walks as a zombie risen rise resin. My word salad is poetry symptomatic of an imagination of a human being, remember? Blank slate another day. I'll keep on keepin on through the hazed out chemtrail brain fog. It's out there u better hope it don't get in you. Far too late. Go against nature is part of nature too. My new NASA gene therapy will soon seperate me from host. Empty shell of mind body will hover and hang but trust me my soul is gone.

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