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February 1, 1990

My mind

Is running around

Loose of its roots.

Bouncing off the walls of my head.

Strange how it seems to be all alone,

But I know that something else runs around in there.

Maybe that is why my mind runs so,

If it stops moving

Maybe this other thing

In my head

Will catch it and eat it…

Every soft juicy morsel of my mind

As if it were a well cooked crustacean,

Being devoured by a hungry old man.

Strange how it runs…

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