Having grown up in the bus terminals along the west coast,
My thalidomidic sister & i would often lick the nutritious stains we found under the seats for sustenance.
Our mother beat us regularly with stray cats.
We'd take the candy that strangers threw at us,
And use The Tootsie Rolls as ear-plugs to mute our own screams.
Our clothes were made from the wrappings of discarded hamburgers,
And our shoes were the dried vomit of lovable hobos that would favor us with sea chanties.
Despite what may seem like hardships to you,
Those were the happiest years of my life.
How i often yearn for a cold slab of cement to lay down my head upon,
To sleep away another fitful night.

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Title Genre Released Plays
Pond without Fish v2 World Feb 28, 2017 362
Pond without Fish World Feb 28, 2017 260
World Fixative [ Bą Electronica Dec 7, 2008 820
The 2nd Moon Landing Electronica Dec 7, 2008 1170
My First Thinger! Electronica Dec 7, 2008 855
Way Gone Gong Electronica Dec 5, 2008 488
Worm Way Electronica Dec 5, 2008 608
The Raw Thoughts of A Damp Sock Electronica Dec 5, 2008 580
Deatter Bear Freat Electronica Dec 5, 2008 564
ClonkClonkClonk Electronica Dec 4, 2008 828