Help
me get my balance. I’m…I’m….teetering…ing.
Overcome….over….come.
I may need some assist now. If you can swing it. Maybe get me a cab? get me
home. Where are we? Is this Milan or Madrid? It’s just too much….Munich? Come
back to earth. Mother Earth.
I
am confused and delusional but sharp as razor. It’s just that I get confused. I
am temporarily globally restrained. But I love the peat, this fertile earth…
Okay,
I think I’m OK. A lot of trouble for nothing, if you ask me. Bone’s Syndrome (BS):
"….you are convinced you have no bones to hold you up, so you just spill … all over."
But it's under control with medication. The medication…
"….you are convinced you have no bones to hold you up, so you just spill … all over."
But it's under control with medication. The medication…
There are bears in the trees around here. This time of
year, best walk in pairs.
V
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