Dimethtapone Vapor Rub in Gaelic Green

wake up and wonder truly sometimes think

well thats done.

no more tests or hassels.

but it never turns out this way does it

the asian biznessman is asleep when i type this.new lenses...new...stuff

he  jammed my computer with suagar ray.the vapors are gooooood he says ..

soda is gooood i say after blowing the old man.old man in the best of terms.

we are working on it.

the old man thing.

the old man says holding up a small filament

it's a job I say to myself.

linda is letting me live

she knows i can't keep my mouth shut.so she is making the most of it

these bizness types need someone to talk to about the unspeakable

to talk and have a bit of a

good time

we take the latest senso

and they are clean enuf

i am tempted to steal a lense.

not to show anybody but to have something in my hand .in my pocket to rub like a

rabbit's foot

to remind me that this is all real

to remind me there is no god with 5 senses working over time by proxy

unless one rubs and thinks and dreams

in a whole new way

divided into pieces.
like the horse
in the movie the cell
that's what the jist is right

no part of it is the bible or something .all very intuitive.it was amazing but only lasted a few weeks.a true meaning of the word awesome. but better with out drugs.

people in high stress not only turn to the way out
they go there.

the nurse shoves more tests right from the get go.a life of tests and challenges is something one signs up for .
lead people to what.
I asked Evan
that awful noise on the tv they make at weekly tests..
all i can guarentee .

a hypodermic into my arm
the police had brought me to another mental hospital
But it's all good i say to the nurse
and the cops.

it's all good.


well i cant help but say a month or so later.
poor
on my way back with a nap sack
to allentowne

is that all there is
but there"s a small part of me inside humming along to the a song

talking .speaking .
is a bad thing
it really accomplishes nothing
we have all heard it before
and Evan saying nice things seems to be only
to make sure that everything is alright
the way one might cough in an elevator to communicate one's existance.
could be a friendly cough too.
still
it is a reassurance to the other occupant.
does this fellow elevator occupant really need.
more than a cough
does anyone?
..