… therefore I am crazy,
… Mad as a hatter - I own lots of hats.
"What am I doing being so depressing, do I need to get a life?"
But what about when life is unsure…
could it not sidle away…. away….
… a blank line, for just once when I could ethereally leave the body,
to be a soul - so I wish to leave it?
Of course not. No. Am I so bothered? No… then what? what?
It’s boisterous exit, make a scene, but not on Parkinson’s Show.
I jerk, jerk off elsewhere. What a jerk I am.