Works
I'm the one who's crazy.
Author:
Categories: unapologetic
Statuses: Updating
The professional and calm psychiatrist straightened his birthday suit and began to ask me about my illness. Walking into the familiar hot pot restaurant, the waiter squeezed out a smile showing teeth and warmly entertained me. The class flower, picked up, would crawl in the darkness in a reflexive fold, elegantly sleepwalking. On the day the moon turned its face, I saw scarlet eyes spilling down, a vertical eye, watching the earth. In the clamor of the swarm...