From when I was a little tyke running
from the girls with the cooties in the schoolyard my reality was developing
itself. Well it was even before then, from when I was born in North Shore
hospital and when my cute Martian-sized forehead began taking in this whole new
world around him; my reality was beginning to take shape. I said that my
reality was developing itself, what I meant to say was my reality was developing
in virtue of the people and the things that surrounded me. I was incapable of
developing anything during that time of my life with the exception of some
feces in my diaper.
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Monday, October 24, 2011
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