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Living dead in America
Making my way in a world that tells me not to.
February 4, 2009
All my friends are lead.
[From sketchbook:]
"Yum!"
I don't
fuck
the
living
This space
for rent
Booty
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Purple shit
Murder/suicide.
R-Man Files, Vol. XI
More arms!
R-Man Files, Vol. VIII
Skin stitched mask.
Glitch.
Whatever good left once died
Eleven eleven.
Trip to absolution.
Trip to Hell.
Trip to the world of the living.
Trip to Heavenly satisfaction.
Goat Boy.
Sonnet Number Zero.
Plea.
...no joke.
Murder is...
Good Morning, Mass Media!
Jewel Case.
Romance is fucking dead.
Rargh.
I Kill Rapists.
All my friends are lead.
They smell your brains.
Seven Sevens.
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