Brain Fog
By Lone Poet
Clear these cloudy ~~cobwebs~~, thinking is blurred nothing makes sense blow the foghorn, living in a brain mist help, can't comprehend it's just ramblings, mind is possessed by aliens in dead space eating away at my flesh 'til no gray matter is left atrophied, gone gone gone... (c) 9/00 SmSMy brain matter is fried, blow the foghorn. toot lol Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 03:56 PM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz 21 • 18 • 1
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