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Jan 2013
In reference to your prior question: no, I am not sane. My trees are red and, my grass purple. On this psychedelic plane I speak to those within reality. While I am not sane, my mind is quite sound. All one is able to do is to describe their surroundings, outright, or abstract, and just like you with stable brain waves, that is all I seek to accomplish. Now how can you call me a mad man?
Azlynn Jane Andrews
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