thank you. a dear friend told me once, upon a night such as you had described with Paul in Iowa (not to assume that you're the mythical author of them honest-point-blank books or nuthin'), "You're fucked." and proceeded to laugh his ass of at what he may have foresaw as my days to come trying to live as a me with my head being slowly and painfully unhinged. thank you for hastening the hacksaw job. truly. bless you mr nobody.
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thank you. a dear friend told me once, upon a night such as you had described with Paul in Iowa (not to assume that you're the mythical author of them honest-point-blank books or nuthin'),
"You're fucked."
and proceeded to laugh his ass of at what he may have foresaw as my days to come trying to live as a me with my head being slowly and painfully unhinged.
thank you for hastening the hacksaw job.
truly. bless you mr nobody.
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