Inside one of the envelopes were some pictures.old ones.i threw them away.along with most of his stuff.even his money.
..there were cut outs,like a child might do making some kind of project .cut outs of satellites as well as cutouts of space aliens,and actors and actresses.i expected to see prints out of big foot and the lochness monster.

pumpkin guts.gibberish.baby words.grunts.yowls



 that was how inter neural is established.
pumpkin guts and
gibberish and .baby words.
grunts&yowls
maybe that was all i learned
but by than what did it matter

I spoke to the officers
i tried to stop him
he was talking crazy for weeks.
a brain salad is what it's called.
blaming everything from space aliens to the Boy Scouts 
he was seeing a Dr. taking medicine.I thought he was getting better
but he couldn't stop TALKING
know what i mean?
Jellybean? he said


i showed the officers his notes.
his typed pages
his theories

according to him he was being controlled by outside forces It was always THEM
whom
THEM
it always is

I handed the officer the notebook,asking if I could have it back,"he was a dear friend"

Friends have to stick together.
He said.
.crazy days.
If one is this crazy one should really keep it to themselves.Don't you think."strange" is the times I think.Not crazy.Very different things .Dontcha think



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