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Hook him up to the machine. Shock his brain into mediocrity. Death stalks him; he is aware. There is too much flash in his eyes. His brain needs a reboot; he needs to forget, like a goldfish, like a monkey in the zoo. Hook him up to the machine. He is too sentimental. Salmon swim in his blood; he has a paisley heart, and a tie-dye soul. He can smell colors. Hook him up to the machine. He has Van Gogh eyes, and a Bukowski gut; he walks like he's lost in a maze; hunchback sadness, butcher knife nerves, Hook him up to the machine. He believes in love, and has too much trust. His vivid green memory is a curse, we need to crash it, **** the eternal spring. Hook him up to the machine.
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
Hook Him up to the Machine
Hook him up to the machine. Shock his brain into mediocrity. Death stalks him; he is aware. There is too much flash in his eyes. His brain needs a reboot; he needs to forget, like a goldfish, like a monkey in the zoo. Hook him up to the machine. He is too sentimental. Salmon swim in his blood; he has a paisley heart, and a tie-dye soul. He can smell colors. Hook him up to the machine. He has Van Gogh eyes, and a Bukowski gut; he walks like he's lost in a maze; hunchback sadness, butcher knife nerves, Hook him up to the machine. He believes in love, and has too much trust. His vivid green memory is a curse, we need to crash it, **** the eternal spring. Hook him up to the machine.
we all go crazy sometimes
#mental#illness#insanity#psychiatry#bukowski#treatment#hospital
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59/M/Clear Lake
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
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