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I've seen too much,
but enough --

to think this way.

On sunny tuesday afternoon,
when I was walkin' along white corridoors of hospital -

suddenly -

I become _apathetic_.

These days made me feel somehow rare.
'Cause theres nothing what I could do.

No more aint gonna waste anymore time !

.. On the humming an' rainy forest
there was old bridge.
And on the baluster of that bridge
there was sitting a lonely boogieman,
an' he called Joey.
Under the bridge there was huge box
and the box was full of rusty nails.
It was Joeys home.

Part of my strange dream last night.