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When I go insane It will be that creeping brand of madness, sneaking over my brain like a cloudy veil. A whick-whacking creature, trudging with sticky feet, forward, forward, into my mind, a pesky itch just behind my right eye socket. La la la la! I’ll pace around grinning and singing. I’m going to get lost in my head, and you can too. didn’t they tell you? The infinite universe is inside your head too—
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Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 10:16 PM UTC
Insanity has a certain Face.
When I go insane It will be that creeping brand of madness, sneaking over my brain like a cloudy veil. A whick-whacking creature, trudging with sticky feet, forward, forward, into my mind, a pesky itch just behind my right eye socket. La la la la! I’ll pace around grinning and singing. I’m going to get lost in my head, and you can too. didn’t they tell you? The infinite universe is inside your head too—
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Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 10:16 PM UTC
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