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I feel sometimes like I'm such a puppet of influence. And sometimes I feel like at least sometimes the puppetmasters of the time of my personal conception were full of blood and sincerity, as bat-shit crazy and deluded they might have been. And thats all I can go on. Blood blood blood, up the puget sound and into the georgia straight, into my toes as I dangled my lil kid feet off a rotting pier. There will be something left for me, I thought, they're there because they mean it.
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