a chunk of stone with egyptian hieroglyphics lay on a pedestal in the corner of an office. is it truly necessary to fault yourself when trying to convey a quasi-realist approach to an acceptable life? i just encountered a liar. cynical wetbrain. i despise your macabre thinking to display a pithy semblance of importance. lies lies lord of the flies. yes! bask in your self glory, because you awake feeling like our predecessors. a groggy trogledyte, slack jawed and filled with the, " oh i (sic) crosed those two morons, i (sic)sayd i was someone im wasnt."
parasite, leach and attach yourself to your country stars and drunken celebrities. your "tribal" tattoo was something i dream about at night while im whisked away on a seagulls back, because obviously i am of such miniscule intelligence that i do not deserve nor require a suitable transport vehicle on my way to MOTHER FUCKING APPALACHIAN USA!
forever yours,
christian douglass.
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