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Jul 2014
Endless rows of corrugated walls surround me
& here I sit at a stainless steel table,
listening to piped percussion
& answering a script of mindless questions
as if I'm ******* crazy.
When I think about it,
it would be awesome to stand up
& **** in this guy's mouth.
If that thought makes me crazy,
then I'm a stark raving
mad lunatic.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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