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Dosage

growing up my body stopped sane brain chemicals that are in others naturally passed by me completely stopped reflecting because not absorb ing i've been reflecting lately on my childhood and misunderstood of who i was or would become so many factors in making a fact ory made human being by being programmed without yet within but not knowing what is missing and so i grew up a short history no mystery of what i've be come since Mum was always randomly turn ing the radio dial of reality so we grew knowing and knew all styles and forms but adding more my Dad military sworn dictated discipline but also liberalism since he was an artist of many sorts and banned books were in our library paint was freely fingered for feel and application no matter what our family's destination on the move from place to place always some thing new to see and taste leaving a mind open that had already been cracked i look back and remember what doctor's didn't know then so now here i am in the here and now thinking i'm a free thinker but as music plays continuously in my elevator mind i'm going up and or down without a ground wire so now i am a brain in a b movie beaker keeping kept in bodily form from turning Virginia Woolf or Platt or perhaps Hemingway since i'm a man so can relate but too late my psychiatrist and i have found a proper balance in mind meaning my mind for what was not provided for if so Darwin would have had me extinct by now not able or capable to survive so pharmaceuticals balance my attitude and keep me alive then after years of song singing i was being bored by the musical form so changed my mind to my university degree i had for all time then i knew not by chance but a strictly not happenstance when you were introduced to me, i, like a junkie had the fix and like an election my votes are all in and as i A D D i simply need sleep and another dose of you

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