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my friend is losing his mind for fear of going insane because no matter how down he is there is still room below he is no tragedy; just a life caracterized by gross misinterpretations unbending images of self and pure uncut anger never allows him to hang loose or be without pain for one second he is so aware of himself that the absurdity of it all is killing him emitted from the wrong womb, at the wrong time, under the wrong sign everyday is just an extension of yesterday, a hassle and getting out of bed in the mornings like slow suicide because he knows just what's going down agonizingly, i watch him bleed [bad word] hard and good times not at all and there are so many things i could tell him, but he's my friend and i can see no good in expending his consciousness to one more level or to widing in his senses to introducing him to any more thoughts that cannot be dealt with the same persons sometimes, i think you will have to kill someone just to maintain his mental balance and as repulsive as it sounds, i would able to justify this actions logically, valuably, and with very little imagination his life is beyond reason the very nature of his being is so insane that, i almost give up... searching for ways and meanings [bad word] him, to keep him around until tomorrow and if i thought that there was [bad word] peace in the grave, i would kill him because that's what friends are for but fortunately for those who miserable, and unfortunately for him, i do not believe that death would even work things out unbeknownt to him he's every friend that i have he's the very epidemy of my own people he's the mirror reflection of me, and i love myself... all of us to such an extent that i would gladly lay myself down if i only just see, one me set free from castration, from alienation, from regimentation, from the dehumanization, from americanization, from the need to be, alive and it's so hard to smile and laugh and joke with him, without letting on that i know he's in my blood, he's in my guts, in my soul. and in the very core of all my fiddle attempts to stay above law and survive the pressure of too much [bad word] my friend, we are one. so please hold on, because without you, all that i am can ever be amount to nothing...