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Crazy? I was crazy once....

They put me in a round room.

I liked that room.

They gave me a huggy jacket.

I hugged it and it hugged me back.

One day I died

and they buried me under sakura

I hate sakura.

One day I sniffed the sakura.

They smelled so bad it drove me crazy.

Crazy? I was crazy once....

In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her
wasted body within its loose graveclothes giving
off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath
bent over him with mute secret words, a faint
odour of wetted ashes.
Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake
and bend my soul. On me alone. The
ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on
the tortured face. Her hoarse loud breath
rattling in horror, while all prayed on their
knees. Her eyes on me to strike me down.
Liliata rutilantium te confessorum turma
circumdet: iubilantium te virginum chorus
excipiat.
Ghoul! Chewer of corpses!
No mother. Let me be and let me live.
—Kinch ahoy!

Hush now, Children and show no fear. The Man in the Moon, he is the engineer.