I need a bigger brain none of this shit makes sense I want a long lie down in the cool room on virgin sheets over by the window where I can see the street because something is going wrong somewhere and I’m afraid it’s local there’s more misery in this neighbourhood than can be quantified we’re alive and that’s the problem and it’s quite a problem but it’s nobody’s fault
the living have troubles
that span all dimensions
electrical therapy might see them sorted a zap to the brainpan could do some good it’s said to work wonders for all mental maladies god knows it changed my motivations they
taught me to think straight with
little blasts of lightning they
lit the path to some near nirvana and saw me whole but not quite holy am I
the bad guy now? how does that work?
I cut a solitary figure in this situation but I don’t need a rainy day woman to come and make my bed clean my clothes or serve my daily bread don’t get me wrong I
don’t want to be alone I just need a friend to talk to when I’m stoned I’m
loaded with electrical potential some find that strange they might think I’m mental but I know who I am and that’s pivotal to my way of thinking
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