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A story of my life and all the pretty little pieces in-between.
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2010
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December
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- I got a feeling. A feeling so funny.
- My price.
- Merry Christmas you little fuckers!
- Forcast Fascist Future
- The art of thought.
- Strange times are here.
- Xylophonic melodies strung through her chest. Eat ...
- My birthday.
- Its a bigger than a hip hop
- Mark these words on his grave.
- So pull your pins. Save your grace.
- A talk discussed amongst the quiet gasps of their ...
- With an anger caught in the violent thrust of her ...
- So she fought.
- They once told her that she wrot a fire that could...
- For only she will shape the desperate man away fro...
- Perhaps woman
- So who will save us now, this confused race of man?
- As his dreams resigned, pungent to their own acrid...
- So he sat quiet writing a script concocted on the ...
- As he craved the change of human to something a li...
- I feel we heed to a time that is found the resurge...
- So listen now. I said this was urgent.
- Resigned in the violent parade of its own harrowed...
- I predict it sits there soft.
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About Me
- Husain Vahanvaty aka Keebler
- I am a cunundrum wrapped in an enigma spun in a thread of confusion. Ask, and I will tell.
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