The music I've never heard before, a sinister circus hallucination sound in my head. My life dream to re-produce. I know I can sing, not what I would call things. I can play drums, oh I can try to hit, it is not a game. Family is crazy but at least I know they love me, the outside cold social institutions are crazy, yet they are cold indifferent.
The wound wound up clown toys churning a jargon chagrined on a twisted melancholaholic syncopated spread, on the grimed ghost trail, an ultimatum to tuck tail. The turn around Cha!-Grin! Can be the medicine if we can articulate the hint to be found to unwind the primordial clown. We stand up apart to greet with the proper hail on a platform to honestly honour the victory of the species over the individual prevail.
Now be to set free the story not about me. At the same time I only know my own experiences so I bear that in mind. Well... getting late tonight and the best ramblins are before sleep, well I've got to bid good morning and well ado to the day soon.
nice post
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