self'indulgent trash side-symptom of Cotard Syndrome

 
this guy,lookin like I , lay
down stood
at curbside playing seven years of
 lovesongs to
You,
having disappeared as if 'insane'
classically trained & honored in
psychiatry making it that much more
amusing, besaddening,

at curbside four seasons 7 years,
cold&snow hot&sweatsoaked at thee
central hole fckngodbless'ed
proud nation, proud of it's unacknowledged
exploitation, genocide, raving asshole Heroes
       of Imperial Manifest Destiny----as
                               I
                       I
                            I
fuckedly digress,


I donknow why ye so lovingly 'saved my life'
left to the ever compounding
delusion alone that I am indeed experiencing
moment-of-death hallucination totally irrelevant to
any 'normal' frame-of-time, not wholly fitting
dx of Cotard's Syndrome but pretty fckn close........ten


years & 1000s'o therapeutic doses & uncanny vanishments
later, it's
still as hilarious fresh as thee seriousness of yOur madness,fear,delusio'truth,justice, & promises of 'in it for the duration', til one of us was dead....maybe you knew that,
appearances aside, I had 'died' & somekind of partial
apparition


praise be lord'o'lords 'I' donXist for truth, fckndopey humantrick truth,.....'I have' (in some paradoxymoronic alternate purgatorial), a  pariahdise all-to-myself

I's as winsome as losin'loathesome, & grateful to eXT'end
MyLife wit'out any feelin's of possessing 'life' or any
thing thing else.

no more diversion(from mortality)to blur the view, wit a keen,
incisive sense of vision into the espiri'mind of thee us of me
of all'o We .... serious amusement,entertainment, & more fun that ever(even when you were here)


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