post
war bliss:
subproject
3
this terror in my head wont heal,
stripping away the layers like orange
peel
my broken memories I’ve not forgotten,
periodically scratching riddles on the
wall,
with no recollection of what I’m
driven to drawn
gentle persuasion through electroshock
caused my mind to shift ………………………
I’m walking a black path illuminated
poorly
by the remnants of LSD and
tranquilizers
an unwilling participant for those
that stood before me
restrictive isolation - telltale signs
of sleep deprivation,
senses severely dulled due to repeated
exposure to
varied nerve gases, project
‘Artichoke’
mind control of the masses ………………………
a mind vulture,
MK ULTRA …………………
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