The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
He smiles softly, “Tell me Stanley, when you decided to sneak your sister onto the school grounds after she had clearly been infested with those that live outside the Walls of New Jerusalem…”
“STOP CALLING IT THAT!” Stanley yells as he launches to his feet. “IT’S JUST A FUCKING FENCE!”
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These discriminations, stereotypes, are, the hardest, tallest, fences, that we can’t, cross…
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