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{from the schizophrenia sketches II} anhvu buchanan You enter a room to snorts and sneezes. Someone has placed nails into the bottom of your shoes. There is a tape recorder taped to your back pocket. A snapped finger is only a dead end. The joker is in the walls laughing at you. You can’t barter with the search party. There is a machine that puts filthy dreams into your head. Your neighbors are running towards you with gasmasks and this is the way a kidnapping should be. |
