November 30 at Asylem of the Sane
Happy, very very happy, delirious, franticly positively ecstatic, ravingly untroubled. I feel…sad, no i’m good, DON’T CALL ME CRAZY, sorry i’m good, if a little nervous, don’t call me crazy, I do confess that this sickness has dulled my senesces, my wits, my brain feels like it has left my body. but in a good way, no violence, none don’t worry, but i do feel strange, strange like if the devil had took what it had left me but only for the dead to give it back, but i can still see, i see you almost clearly, and i can see the three dead people standing around you, i can see the Grim Reaper with his scythe waiting to…stop, i will say everything from the beginning the whole story.
