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It's true I am blue-hued in a barn, but not so bad really, my dad set me up solid with a stairwell to the top of the shop, like TS Eliot on old contemplating cats in his tower for a time as a slowly shrivelling hermit remember? December it willl snow and I wanna go to the hotsprings. The shower in here is okay though doesn't quite do the trick to sate me femininity. Like, it's claustrophobic and I'm always hittin' shit just rub-down. I got a few books, about to finish the trippiest one I ever experienced, The Sound and the Fury by Faulkner, Jesus Christ. I'll rejoice to retire him for awhile, regardless of my admiration absolute.

Mom kept kicking me out, fairly understandably, and when I was in the hospital I sucked their juice dry and the Doctor like "Dude, this ain't no hotel. If you don't eat your drugs the ones we believe are necessary for your condition then we'll get a court order and jab your ass with force..." Okay. I stayed as long as I could and it was fun to fight, fasting. Got super skinny. Finally my dad saved me. Blah blah blah I'm kinda tired on writing on the Psych Theme. The fuckers just won't leave me bee.