Grieving and sadness pedaling my sickness.
It's true I have something like the flu.
Maybe it's the chemtrails spreading disease onto the lands
who knows, it just comes and it goes.
Maybe I'm dying.
Maybe it's all almost over.
I mean it could be any day.
This minute, this day, tomorrow
our last day.
I am going to relax and not let these things get the best of me.
Curtail our excesses for now until recovery.
Curtail our excesses and push it to the edges.
The fringe and the fringes.
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