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 238
Pond without Fish World Feb 28, 2017 236
World Fixative [ Bą Electronica Dec 7, 2008 808
The 2nd Moon Landing Electronica Dec 7, 2008 1164
My First Thinger! Electronica Dec 7, 2008 842
Way Gone Gong Electronica Dec 5, 2008 482
Worm Way Electronica Dec 5, 2008 601
The Raw Thoughts of A Damp Sock Electronica Dec 5, 2008 572
Deatter Bear Freat Electronica Dec 5, 2008 558
ClonkClonkClonk Electronica Dec 4, 2008 813