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Allen, my parents stole your name and corrupted it. An unwitting mistake, surely, chosen at random as an epithet, a mark of sublime distinction; Perhaps discovered under the head of an old bongo drum or on the back of a gnarled copy of Marx and Engles, a scrawled incoherent possesion tag somehow passed on appropriately. Allen, i have taken your name and it's corrupted me. The implications are pulsing through my veins and acid burned inside my skull. It has led me on paths astray and opened the flood gates to subterranean subconscious, eroding twin pillars ancient, created by my forefathers against the chill of January's night. Thank you...i think.
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
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Allen, my parents stole your name and corrupted it. An unwitting mistake, surely, chosen at random as an epithet, a mark of sublime distinction; Perhaps discovered under the head of an old bongo drum or on the back of a gnarled copy of Marx and Engles, a scrawled incoherent possesion tag somehow passed on appropriately. Allen, i have taken your name and it's corrupted me. The implications are pulsing through my veins and acid burned inside my skull. It has led me on paths astray and opened the flood gates to subterranean subconscious, eroding twin pillars ancient, created by my forefathers against the chill of January's night. Thank you...i think.
derek-yohn
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
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