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She doesn't know what to do with the compliments when she gets them. Like a person without any hands getting flowers. I can't remember who wrote that. But I always remember it.
Is sleeping a lot a sign of depression? What about sailing through red lights? What about going the wrong way down one-way roads?
Sometimes I feel that I got one foot on the banana peel. I often worry I am losing my mind, but nope...it is still there. I am not alone; because everywhere I go in this town I hear people muttering--this is brilliant mad muttering. I like being in this world. I like perusing it with my unmerciful eyes. Sometimes I want to write everything I see into a few words, seek refuse in them.
Is sleeping a lot a sign of depression? What about sailing through red lights? What about going the wrong way down one-way roads?
Sometimes I feel that I got one foot on the banana peel. I often worry I am losing my mind, but nope...it is still there. I am not alone; because everywhere I go in this town I hear people muttering--this is brilliant mad muttering. I like being in this world. I like perusing it with my unmerciful eyes. Sometimes I want to write everything I see into a few words, seek refuse in them.