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according to King Nothing, father’s day phone calls are restricted… i live in a world where foot-rest make better supports, and broken beer bottles fight the most perverts away. i’ve been homeless three times, and "abortion" was crudely drawn on my forehead. my love for Frankenstein’s monster knows no bounds. the whole apartment was gutted of its copper two years after that. the ‘first woman on Mars’ dream he had was sold for scrap; threw out half of my books, called me the reject. a childhood tomb, raided… the Queen was pleased. she doesn’t believe in aliens, and most stars are dead according to light-years anyway.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
I Lost my Daddy to Stockholm Syndrome
according to King Nothing, father’s day phone calls are restricted… i live in a world where foot-rest make better supports, and broken beer bottles fight the most perverts away. i’ve been homeless three times, and "abortion" was crudely drawn on my forehead. my love for Frankenstein’s monster knows no bounds. the whole apartment was gutted of its copper two years after that. the ‘first woman on Mars’ dream he had was sold for scrap; threw out half of my books, called me the reject. a childhood tomb, raided… the Queen was pleased. she doesn’t believe in aliens, and most stars are dead according to light-years anyway.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
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