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I was born Fred, son of the seventies and alcoholic parents. We were poor, pretty much living off what mom could catch and whatever dad di...
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A breeze of disdain Rustles paper feathers Worn like memories Of cash in hand Receipts of thefts An eddy in the river Draws rip-rapp ...
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Hyperfocus Laser light on gold. 2019 I hope you will forgive me this catharsis today. Time is a meaningless thing to me. It is jumb...
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