I check the clock and see it's 3:am. Why can't I sleep?
Do what you want to the large man outside. But leave the frightened child inside of me alone.
Hope spelled backwards doesn't mean a damn thing.
Sometimes I go to the international airport bathroom stall and lick the toilet seat just to see what the world tastes like.
I went to a serial killers convention with a name tag that read, "Hi, My name is Dead in a Minute".
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MARK'S MADNESS
Non-FictionIt's 3:am. Time for the madness to begin. I cannot stop the thoughts rolling around in my head. The only way to exorcise these unending demons is to write them down. From the sane to the insane. I now share them with you. Prepare for a roller...
