The idea to use a feather to write is an age old ideal. But the idea to use a pen with a ball at the end is a new ideal.
The Mad Man Wasn't To Wrong Was He?
The man from Timbuktu meat the man from Mars or he just lost his mind and so this event never happen, but in his own state of mind. It was like Alice and the looking glass he just needed to look in the mirror to see the truth. He was the man from Mars and the man from Timbuktu was no one. This is madness I do know but my brain field me long ago. I write this from the Asylum in a padded room, I got this feather from a Raven who dropped it after landed on my window sail. I thanked him by the way by feeding him my pills. It was rude of Him not to return.
People & My Pills
People can be rude and out right mean, to get what they want. Like the nurses who give me my pills. They come handing me a cup with all four pills in it, but I get only a small paper cup of water. Haven't these nurses learned anything about pills, it says on the boodle make sure you drink plenty of water. Ignorance that's what it is or just plain neglected. I keep hearing my neighbor yelling at herself trying to shut off the voices in her head. This is what you get for going mad. The Queen Of Hearts takes your freedom and her guards hold you down if you move wrong. Plus sanity is so over raided it's last weeks fashion statement. Now white gowns and pills are in.