note 7. the ambulance are miles away. mum rang ghem. 200 pills is beyond extreme. 100 is already. i might just make it. and i have to ask mysef why if it isn't nickolas galan who today learned me somehow through the medium of air that some time ago when i showed him the sheet where pctures grew, his wife died. so i felt really guilty about this and heard Neil Curry for s'veral hours whispering about how it woud be an honour to die. the gyps menwhile might not allow it until i get cut. mum is so very cross i'll be in a coma, and like Bez. Bez is the dancer from the happy Mondays, i have to explain everything to my mum. i can't use my fingers now. the ambulance men said no sleep no food stay awake. i was being egged on, yet not, it doesn't take even an inference for me to decide. worse than drunk at the piano.
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