My Pre Owned Mental Illness

J James McLain James McLain
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The voices are ok...you get used to them they are very creative some times while walking in the air port I wonder around blurting out verb verb verb all the pretty ladies with guns ask me if I'm lost I explain if they could find me how can I be lost they then try to export me. Impulse beyond my control direct my fingers in trying to help your obsessiveness let loose it's grip from my tongue your complaints I hear yet they must be ignored as well you are just to controlled and displaced we can explore more of these conditions latter as an after thought being now delusional when I become president every women will get one free banana and every man will get two child support checks one for the ex and one for the next. ..) it(s..hard not being famous..) it(s..even.hotter next to you...entail you look at me with those two big air conditioners....iip....passed ellawaswise last night..

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