NFP 215K... in line... no action...
...many spherical frequencies... path.... unknown... time to eat ramen noodle and vomit as I sit in the bath tub with the shower head on... sit like a woman violated... but without the trail of blood...
My Great Father and Mentor picked pieces of me off the Autumn Laden streets of Manhattan at the turn of the Millenium, and with unconditional love, he sewed and stitched endlessly till I reached a dynamic relative measure of perfection. I am now a Porcelain Doll named Lockheed HayHeeHoo Macedon with potent insight on macroeconomics.
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Some find their solace in work or the Lord,
She was quite content in her dreams.
When his eyes they burned from the bright limelight
He found comfort in the bottle of ol' Jimmy Beam.
Cheer up... hangovers always end. Life never does.
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