some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I`ll lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days. they`ll find me there. it`s Cherub, they`ll say, and they pour wine down my throat rub my chest sprinkle me with oils. then, I`ll rise with a roar, rant, rage - curse them and the universe as I send them scattering over the lawn. I`ll feel much better, sit down to toast and eggs, hum a little tune, suddenly become as lovable as a pink overfed whale. some people never go crazy. what truly horrible lives they must lead.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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