I'm at the hospital now, my hands cuffed in front of me with metal shackles that are hooked to the foot of the bed.

Just sounds and images and stuff, really.

I've been terrified since long before 9-11, since I figured out there's no heaven, that the American dream of a land of the free is corrupted beyond recovery,

What now?

dont fuck with my mind cant derail time as each moment collides into the next slow motion evidence of inner corrosion if your mind cant fly they point their holier than thou fingers

Pity is wasted on the dead As are the token flowers That weren’t forthcoming, When the dead were living... So cry no sad goodbyes... Moreover! Mourn only just... a little! ... {While...}

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