The Inner Workings of My Brain
~whatever I feel like telling the public about~
There's this flock of birds that are always circling the hospital and hanging out on the roof. I wonder what they're waiting for?
I can't help but think of the Alfred Hitchcock film about the birds that attack all the people. I have to stop myself from running inside. I think I may be scarred.
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