as i sit here behind the taco bell on a road that used to be of rather posh stature, i gaze upon those who choose to look to me. i stand out, i have always stood out. as a matter of fact, i believe i have ivented a new braiding tactic on my hair- its lovely, if you ask me. all matted and scringe, nothing like normal. i have and have been for some time a vagrant of sorts, a wandering reality surfer who once was a timecop voidsplicer but alas have i been so camarooned here on ‘URF. “homeless”, that is how the society boys and business dads refer to me, im sure. they wish they were me, i can see it in their meek adherance. run a stop sign on tuesday for the glory of your own imagined secret club of hip gangsters. only if you score a trust fund in the midst…. i live in the fringe ‘burbs out by sardis rd. i stay with my associate mutant skumlord sexman “jay” at the best western hotel, right off independence and sardis- the one that sits atop the trifecta of nuisance- the three fortresses…
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