Fingernails black with dirt I have finally pulled myself out of the grave after 3months. The grave I promptly dug on January 3rd
At West Florida Community Care Center
Oh No... the Devil, Cheshire cat and his Pom Pom girls.... the thousand cries of men from hell. Chains, straps, needles with thorzine, and drool in too many patients to help! So you close your eyes, and you eat the flat meat of the victim that had no relatives.
The Devil’s Cheerleaders (Sunday April 6th)
Three monstrous heads bob in front of me shaking their black and white pom poms in my face again. It’s the "Treatment Team" and the Devils Cheerleaders are ready for another face off chanting tenebrous cheers. The Cheshire cat smiles from his perch in the tree. His Name is Dr. C
Three monstrous heads bob in front of me shaking their black and white pom poms in my face again. It’s the "Treatment Team" and the Devils Cheerleaders are ready for another face off chanting tenebrous cheers. The Cheshire cat smiles from his perch in the tree. His Name is Dr. C
Out of the Asylum (Monday April 7th)
I am home for the second night in almost 3 months of being cared for by people that really didn’t care. I feel awful and I want to go back. I know that this feeling is supposed to pass. Everyone feels strange when they first come out of the looney bin.
I am home for the second night in almost 3 months of being cared for by people that really didn’t care. I feel awful and I want to go back. I know that this feeling is supposed to pass. Everyone feels strange when they first come out of the looney bin.
Walking a neverending tightrope of barbed wire.
To be free … Not afraid of the unknown
Ties that don’t bind… Allow you to Roam
For something that is set free and comes back
is truly meant to be
i concur
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