You would want a gun too

Indeed, there is a grievous issue which has driven me into this state of delirium, & it is not
something of which I can convey openly.
Ah, secrets___.
I would rather have sleep, or at least company. Another sound,
another mind exchanging rapidly.
There is much to say when sleep deprived. Even if my wit be lopsided.
If I were an old hag in a dirty wrapper it would be my wig which would be lopsided.
Ah, the death rattle. Funny words to place in union.
One gives a baby a rattle to play w/___ something so new to the world___.
Fresh eyes w/ an eager mind, only to be warped no matter their upbringing, because this world
is fucked.
Indubitably fucked, so much so it is beyond simple recognition. At this point it is cruel
to bring a child into such conditions, but oh they want them so!
Humanity___ you impetuous buggers, I love you w/ a sickness so sweet it
makes me wish I had a gun. For what use I will not state.
You will see, dealing w/ a beast believing itself to be a god___ you would want a gun too.
No doubt it takes the life out of you, even if in the form of delirium, continual
agony & that damn stomach ache.
Yes, secrets___.
Where oh where has my company gone?

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