there's a specter in the corner of an illustrated page and a lonesome
muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze. the poverty of his language
and the wealth of his emotion bring him endless murky musings and
unexpected frustration angst and madness weave the fabric of his life.
tomorrow might be better but right now it feels like
#&%#"@$#!"&*""%%75838769%("%56("5965&65"$"%423!(060_*"7534# there's a
panther wild and proud behind the doors of a redolent cage, and an
underdeveloped intellect filled with impotent and static rage. and
don't think you're exempt if you earn good weekly wages, 'cause you're
neighbor's going crazy and insanity's contagious. i know there's so
much you want to say but your tongue gets in the way and sometimes it
feels like )"^*()"&$%#68%3*(48"&% i know there's so much you want to
say and the tumbrel of your mind gets in the way. it's the same for
everybody to degrees. we all get that foggy freeze and sometimes it
feels like %&$#*%(&")""$%@*%)*&"%(65("$8%$#&3("5(&%)9%9"$868
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