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at the psych ward with the client, hardly anyone is quiet they all say they feel okay but 'they' don't even buy it. here and there a light will flicker pulsing on and off, I'm sicker are these lights intentional? pyscho-nautic centinnel? calming, calming smells like **** holy **** I need to sit, who am I and who are they? oh, here comes the dinner tray.
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 11:18 PM UTC
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at the psych ward with the client, hardly anyone is quiet they all say they feel okay but 'they' don't even buy it. here and there a light will flicker pulsing on and off, I'm sicker are these lights intentional? pyscho-nautic centinnel? calming, calming smells like **** holy **** I need to sit, who am I and who are they? oh, here comes the dinner tray.
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 11:18 PM UTC
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