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The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At puberty, I received my first scribe. At graduation, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles — there really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking... I suggest you try it. Funny Shit,,Yes? Well No-Matter,,that story isn't my past,but anything ya wanting to know,,simply ask,,, Deal??
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The journey isnt about departing in a well perserved body - but rather to skid in sideways - totally worn out - shouting HOLY SHIT WHAT A RIDE!!!! |
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