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Jan 2015
This sure feels like rock bottom
About all the sorrow and misery you could fit into a ******* person
without having their ******* skulls implode from sheer insignificance.
              I dont matter.
Draining out blood for more space,
more space for artificial sweeteners.
          The further I get,
             from myself ,
          the better off I'll be.
Philip J Fry
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Philip J Fry  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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