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| Interior monologue: "I will not rest until every one of the bastards who put me in here sleeps w/ the fishies!" |
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| Making me 7.5 mos., max. |
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| Interior monologue: "I will not rest until every one of the bastards who put me in here sleeps w/ the fishies!" |
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| Making me 7.5 mos., max. |
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Seething w/ hate since before I could remember. Can you blame me?
ReplyDeleteIt was that harsh yellow light they kept you under.
What a Dump! Editor:
ReplyDeleteAlso nothing on the walls, nothing to amuse me in the crib. An aesthetic desert.
(Rule one: Do not leave me alone w/ my thoughts!)