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Howard Robard HughesFamously rich recluseDreams led him to the lap of luxuryFollowed by nightmarish mysophobic OCD.Rich playboy aviator Howard HughesWith movie starlets kept himself amused
Eight: Extremities armed for the call of the wild; the hunter marches. Seven: Strings fanning into the damp corners of cardboard castles.
The sun goes on its daily break, and the moon is roused from its slumber. Yet none of these lights grazes his skin, for Hypnos’ house is in covers. A hermit who naps in the bathtub at dawn,
I am a deviant, an enemy of normality An ally of abnormality At war, everyday fighting against social norms My ernest desire is to be on the other side Fighting for normality but I have never qualified
Everyone is alone
Dark galore The minute my hands shut the door Blank music sheets spread on the floor Spiderwebs on the stairs