Doctor Quack, the pain is great. Centered in my head. I believe I've lost my mind. Excuse me Dr Quack, may I? as I express myself better if I dance. Well there were several, beat them all...they all submitted, well,, until baby kangaroo...
Sent the entire crew...even the girls..instructed them to hit, slap..you know..double taps...he got up, definitively fled...I with held food...no treats....Ok about me??....oh ya,
you see Dr, I need relief...I now suffer criminal grief, ya, beyond my feeble understanding // ability and belief......suicide thoughts and scattered dreams...nights sweats and RITALIN screams....sedatives and caffeine....I'm CLAN I AM..
prescription to plea criminally....what about the civil malady?

?.............next visit???................can I still dance you see???.........got to be free, they are calling me filthy names......need to convince them to blame...er JOYCE....ya............
"lovely thoughts and sane dreams", just "lovely"......................AMF
have her explain jimmy....