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'Hoss Pit'

EyeGaddaKu'upMiBosch EyeGaddaKu'upMiBosch? KuppingMyBoschMaegMyFeldSafF... The nur-see tain't weetchin' Shh, don't look around they don't see if you don't look around... SCRATCH EARS! That one, is okay, he's mowin' the lawN with his hands, and smiling... NO PILLS! NO PILLS! wait a, no, wait, no, wait, no, wait... EyeGaddaKu'upMiBosch EyeGaddaKu'upMiBosch? KuppingMyBoschMaegMyFeldSafF... I've got to cup my balls, cupping my balls makes me feel safe. wait, no, wait, no, wait, no wait... iF i bITe MY FINGeRNaILS THEe TaStE LIKE WAx wax
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Written by
david-john-mowers
43 / M
Published
Jan 5, 2017
Lines·Words
35·79
Tags
#delusion#hosspit#crazy#schizophrenia#psychotic#mania#fingernails#hospitalized#time
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