Sympton Six of Doubt: Karl Jaspers
He craned his neck out into the hall to the cry of rubber gloves carrying
Karl Jaspers, you wear the air, and the only exit is too short even for you.
All cork and cautious drink. They werent fooling him.
Last week he fell right at the room near both a low window in a moment later.
Its the everything. He could hear it. Sympton Six of Doubt.
The rock glowing to an icy anger was much smarter than an egg white when finally
One two three. So we say nothing because the bread wont thin the North none.
Where am I at and why should I remember why Karl Jaspers sighs?
The question hangs itself a shroud. We move by numbers.
There, beside the arm, without bending in, what else is there without bending in?
We dont know again, so we dont know again, one two three.