An
outsider in politics, never at home at any place, odd among evens,
lonely in crowds, loner at heart, yet overcrowded in soul with unknown,
unseen ghosts that haunt at midnight, haunt at mid-day, further
underlining loneliness. Who are these images, these sounds ??? What do
they want ? Are these the early premonitions of the approaching
dyspeptic, carnivore - the darkness that will drown and flatten
everything.?
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