| 1 entry | | |  | | | | untitled | wrote | | | Hunter began to speak of images that disturbed his peace of mind. Ralph, I have this horrible image of me strapped inside a wheelchair- and Im in an Old Peoples Home. I look around the room and old people are looking straight at me from their own wheelchairs, lined up against the wall as though they are waiting their turn to go- or maybe to flee! I scan the room dolefully- then- out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of a wizened ole crone. She has an evil leer across her wrinkled face a | | | | | 1 entry | | |
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