...it was november , 2014...i was not held down in my bed by the lizard man...his fork tongue in my ears...speaking french backward...shit steaming from his shit glands as he farts all over my little corner of the jungle...
NOPE , this did not happen...INSTEAD...i could not move nor feel my hands...it was like having a nervous breakdown...without the nerves...without the breakdown...i reached for my yellow duck puppet...to talk to...to stick through the fabric of the universe and pull out some health for my idiom ...
...i have seen the duck puppet...and the duck puppet is me !!!
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