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- I quite frequently don't look through the camera,...
- The last place I stayed had a blood stain on my pi...
- He's not joking around all the time but you know
- Steppin Fetchit.
- this almost schizophrenic identification with popu...
- ABD (Pt.3)
- your father sold me my first hit of acid in the sp...
- I bought this treehouse because it was the nicest ...
- Shw was wearing an 'RIP Tupac' shirt and a skin-ti...
- Ignominy
- An Understanding
- I just see a woman punching herself in the face wi...
- A few of them died from, you know, sniffing paint
- I have faith in the belly-dancers.
- The One Word
- the book itself is the narrative of a family. With...
- ABD (Pt.2)
- Fake conversations with people.
- ABD (Pt.1)
- I used to break into hospitals sometimes, and woul...
- People who create their own language
- I let myself dream and drift in somewhat lucid way...
- Sorry, I was speaking so quickly that I forgot a w...
- Seeing kids who still have Ratt tails and a tattoo...
- That's like a Henny Youngman monologue
- Everything has become like solving math problems
- If you show them something unromanticised, they ca...
- Fifty Seven
- A girl who's father invented caugh medicine
- I'm a cross between Jack Parr and Michael J. Fox.
- Breakfast
- The biggest dreamers are also the ones in the end ...
- Inventing Your Own Reality
- For The Might Of Heathen Blood (Chapter Two)
- For The Might Of Heathen Blood (Chapter One)
- The Devil, The Sinner and His Journey
- I left New York
- The pigs name is Trotsky
- Fake letters, Fake rumours, Fake quotes
- I live three doors down from George Jones
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