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Mar 2014
The rogue agent ***** me. I killed her.
The father was an impostor.
The president ate supper with me
and thanked me for holding him hostage at gunpoint
with his own gun, which apparently
had been empty (or held six duds)
The brother, well i three him down the stairs when
her dad looked my way.
I la in a sewer drain
listening to my ipod (extra battery)
while the incriminating files downloaded
over 24 hours- shock. Oh wait, it's 91%
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
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