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piles of paper over my head cover the box I lay in, to do not, is to cause dread, become the administative burden, to carry around, but never get carried away, trundle, then bundle cellulose fibre in a fundle, measuring the fundal height of... the pregnant pause, each time I am supposed to pick up the phone, can't go it alone, standing up for   somebody else, who is unable                         actually disabled, "Just Like Someone Without Mental Illness Only More So"   drawers of receipts climbing over one another to be fed to the                            shredder, unfiled file folders, holding older paper dreams, paper woes, Origami folds, of the forgotten projects, cranes, phone receivers, and say isn't that a heart...my heart, clumsy feet, clumsy fingers, cluttered mind, to much paper to bind, up and hold together, the edges of the paper cuts, that bleed the last of the free dreams, the nice dreams, the two week vacations dreams, buried under reams, of aging paper,                         no point to be a paper chaser,                          set the phaser on ****                           and send it with the will,                             or ... send in the clowns, there has to be clowns,                               maybe I'll get around to it next year.
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
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piles of paper over my head cover the box I lay in, to do not, is to cause dread, become the administative burden, to carry around, but never get carried away, trundle, then bundle cellulose fibre in a fundle, measuring the fundal height of... the pregnant pause, each time I am supposed to pick up the phone, can't go it alone, standing up for   somebody else, who is unable                         actually disabled, "Just Like Someone Without Mental Illness Only More So"   drawers of receipts climbing over one another to be fed to the                            shredder, unfiled file folders, holding older paper dreams, paper woes, Origami folds, of the forgotten projects, cranes, phone receivers, and say isn't that a heart...my heart, clumsy feet, clumsy fingers, cluttered mind, to much paper to bind, up and hold together, the edges of the paper cuts, that bleed the last of the free dreams, the nice dreams, the two week vacations dreams, buried under reams, of aging paper,                         no point to be a paper chaser,                          set the phaser on ****                           and send it with the will,                             or ... send in the clowns, there has to be clowns,                               maybe I'll get around to it next year.
"Just Like Someone Without Mental Illness Only More So" by Mark Vonnegut, M.D.
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
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