Personal Poem
Every day I become more like me.
I’m about to be killed, right?
damaged persons never forgive(n) - ?
More on this theme later.
Your money will run out before
your life, making suicide
unnecessary. In the mean time,
don’t touch me I’m radioactive
with a half-ass life
60 million years.
Lilith and the fuzzy man contemplate poop
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The man with the fuzzy legs and the equally fuzzy dog wiped a handkerchief
over the deep lines in his forehead, those that seemed to hold up his
thoughts,...
17 hours ago
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