Since my menopausal brain is too aged to write anymore, gunna cheese you with some old stuff.
(c) 1993
Hello Madness,
Your finger prints are on the steering wheel of the car that drove me insane. You threw the rocks into my serene mental pond and caused the endless ripples. It's your knife that cut my safety rope sending me plunging into the abyss.
It will be my bloody finger prints they discover around your neck. It will be my scarred arms that swing the crow bar that opens your skull. It will be my laughter that you hear as I cut into your body as you did mine.
Goodbye, Sanity.
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