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Untitled -- 10.11.2008
Needless to say I’m apathetic now or pathetic whatever is the case as degenerations sown - like mending a tear in the crotch of the earth - patching the wholes created from our birth - it’s lacking a sort of common understanding and I’m commonly standing under I and her - that’s too long for me to be a bit of human piling over wasted entertainment - so foul is this my little play ground of misspent bliss - retract your offer of solitude enter into matricide - I’m the father of all who sleep - in dreams I come as beggars might.
