My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Sunday, May 21, 2017
sly like a fox!
this fox thought it was going to eat my duck and then sit in the hay field and wait until it needed more to eat and then come back. I chased the fox back into his den like the fox was an Isis leader,
I shoved bottles of gasoline down into his den and I lit him up! I see the fight! Make it gone!
I wish everything else was so clear. Ice is? isis? I don't know how to spell it. Destroy!
You know where i'm at tomorrow. just one stupid fox opened the door to me killing humanity.
the mother of all bombs is coming and sly like a fox is ruined because I know.
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