I chase truth like I bark chase my tail in the **** camps air was so rare I feel your pain Thanks for service humans destroyed none unscathed after the "Peace" a million babies of wars desperate need for lovers breathed carrion drinking Tang for Astronauts.
My matter doesn't matter it can be anything at all Mom calling me to supper or her burial in the Fall. Maybe it's my stupor waiting for Clarion Call. I saw my stars in dreams while from a sea we crawl.
It's always the same answer. Whats wrong do you know? Just rare expensive cancer. Best chance killer chemo, a snake charmer dancer or a card from the Tarot.