Wow chuck. I heard people talk about these dark valleys where moon light never enters
You took take straight down a trail with a crumbling edge into the dark mist.
I'll tether my tentative horse and heel it from here, there's a canyon down there, and I can only just make out your lantern.
I guess that is the nature of the mind, Like stars. no two the same. See, @LeChuck
I only have Autism and brain injury, and know nothing of what really happens in the minds of most that are on Sane forums.
The honest truth is my friend. I Feel like, a phoney, a hitch hiker, on a bus of minds
lost in an abyss of pain. Reading your first . . . real open weeping wound, and I'm already
searching my pockets for the price of another fare.
Lechuck is smart, Ive seen him decisively guide troops to victory, and his troops have his respect, and yet his lips are cyanosed by the poison fed to him from the enemy within.
Your the real deal mate. A smart mind in a cage of what, I don't know.
I want to . I want to see if the key that fits my cage, will open any doors in yours.
Let people in a little at a time, you said. I wrote that down and blue tacked it on the fridge.
I got a chipped tin pannikin. outside my thick cell door. awaiting bread So... I'm forgetting my manners and just strait out asking. Where was the start of your trail that led you to this place.
one of us is old. We stand here as two men. Were not going to change things. But the smell our burning tumours on flames. Does our sickness find a catharsis in purred horror.
tonys moon base one
