*farts and rubs thighs* mmmfffggghhhhh~~~~~

"Di Jellyfish Mek Mi Mad" (Short Version)

Mad. Mi did mad once. Dem seh mi head tek off, so dem lock mi inna tank—deep, cold, silent. Seh it would help mi. Calm mi. Clear mi mind.

But down deh… mi meet dem. Jellyfish. Not normal one. Dem glow inna strange light, move like dem hear prayer. Dem touch mi—not skin… mi thoughts.

Mi start see tings. Old place under di sea, full a dead god bone. Mi start hear voice inna mi head. Dem nah sting mi—dem feedin’. Tek mi memories. Mi name, mi mama voice, mi laugh—all gone.

Dem gimme madness in return.

Mi laugh. Mi cry. Mi scream.

Doctor dem seh mi never stop talkin’ inna strange tongue. Seh mi eye dem roll like tide.

Now mi lock up. Rubber room. But mi still see dem. Still feel dem.

Di jellyfish mek mi mad.

Mad.

Mi did mad once…

KILL YA SELF NOW NOW NOW

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master of pigs mi tink dat you should do it... now now now!!! you shoot me in mi leg in cong mon why you do dat mi not even look like vietnamese

Oh I sure do hope that Martin is still around after all these long years. I remember the three of us in the platoon back in 'nam, that Martin was a feisty bugger butchering all those Vietcong! I still think fondly of those times from my retirement home in Florida. Hope you well and miss you lots xx