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excerpt from Cincinnati know place like it in the World Then there is this whining ass scream to indicate this apparent desire to gain an illusion of a certain kind of respect. As They all seem to hunger for attention. An acknowledgment that suspects They will be admired in some sort of special awe. That Their goofy ass concept They call The showing of respect. Unfortunately Rachel My Me wouldnt be caught dead tendering that Shit. Merely because, and My I would quote the rantings of My Me verbatim. These here Ass holes are just damn dumb and undeserving of any kind of My consideration, because They appear unable thus unwilling to concede at tendering Their onerous stupidity. Just as Those deemed to be friendships, or perhaps responsibilities negated by the many which in ignorance attempted to insure a notion yet unreasonable. By far too too many felt the treason of a silly ass concept to threaten bodily harm to My Never. They being much too old to do anything but display an ancient but historic desire to shed, the most blood, and thus be chosen to rule the most people. My Doctor said, That too is a shame Willard. My Myself Rachel, had grown lonely even one of our days in the Hamilton County Jail provided the emptiness of no female companionship. My Me was losing the thing We called Our resolve. My I began to contemplate thee unspeakable. That idea of not being able to do. In the 20 or so years My We had spent seeking answers within the Myth. A so very clear meaning of distrust for all living had become relevant, especially Them Gott Damn White Boys, and that creature called by The number of a Man. Six, Six, Six. Then My never being a Gott Damn Smith started joining in with those opinions of Our Mys. We All were reminded about something spoken softly, and sweetly, and sensuously, in the confidence of Attorney-Client privilege, by My very very first Public Defender, a Miss Shannon Easter Esquire. When she had whispered. All souls have their stories Mr Smith. This was well before My Personalities became My Mr. Never.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 14:19:59 +0000

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