I'm in the PDT zone, which I think is Alaska, too! At least the Panhandle, which I lived 10 minutes away from for 2 years.
Here's my prophecy:
Nothing is going to happen, not today, and not tomorrow. Mr. Herald is going to continue these insane prophecies in real life, mixing metaphors, finding meaning where there is none, and he is eventually going to be carried away....
"to the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time, and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats..."
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Here's my prophecy:
Nothing is going to happen, not today, and not tomorrow. Mr. Herald is going to continue these insane prophecies in real life, mixing metaphors, finding meaning where there is none, and he is eventually going to be carried away....
"to the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time, and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats..."
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But, the first time I went to the "funny farm" as you described, was not very funny. I was suffering deeply and intensely. I practically begged nurses at times to visit and chat since it brought be out of the intense suffering briefly.
I was there--April of 1987-- April 12th if I remember right, for over three weeks. One of the reasons I was there was because I believed the end of the world was imminent--
It's not a delusion anymore...
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