The Muppets Pepe Stuffed Ani

delusions

I was going to write that I'm wearing a cloak of lead Black

when I came to mind the poetry of Baudelaire.

A heavy pall of black lead.

It 's like to feel on his head the whole weight of the world.

The feeling is so strong and durable that I have bent their backs.

In the true sense of the word.

I'm wearing a hard crust of negativity.

It would take the arms of a giant tear on.

I feel like all the negative forces of the universe converge on me.

The lightning rod of evil.

are evil in a circle from which I can not get out, the brain

buggy from 2:00 to 3:00 thinking that alternate in a vicious circle,

stench of rotten,

are exhausted and on the last spark

use the energy to cry vengeance

against those who wanted to hurt me.

Heather Brooke Not Husband

My dear friend, brother Charles

"When as a cover, the sky low and heavy
crushes the soul cry out in his eternal boredom
and squeezing in a single circle of the horizon of a sadness
is blacker than night,
when the earth turns into damp
secret cell where he slams the Hope, so bat
with wings against the walls and the head rot in the ceiling;
when the huge lines of rain
seem railings of a vast prison
and dumb, nasty a population of spiders
inside our brains have its networks,
furious suddenly explode
bells and a piercing scream launched into the sky that brings to mind the moaning
stubborn
of souls no peace and no home.

-No drums, no music, funeral parade
long, slowly, in my heart: Hope
cries defeat and Anguish, despotic and left in my skull
stabs his black banner. "