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remmers |
I'm so tired and want to rest,
But they're giving me another damn INK BLOT TEST.
"What's it make you think of? What do you see?"
Shut up! MY VOICES ARE TALKING TO ME.
That figure in the shadows, other side of the room,
My savior, or a harbinger of DOOM?
I smell fried onions, it's really quite strong,
Then the bugs crawling on the wall BURST INTO SONG.
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sassy1 |
i think a thought only i can hear.yet this thought i'll tell you dear a rubber room is what you need.but i am here to so i guess i'll lead. | ||
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jaklumen |
Nah, it's just too much drugs back in the 60s. He needs some of my good hos now, before he is consumed. | ||
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