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 451
Pond without Fish World Feb 28, 2017 290
World Fixative [ Bą Electronica Dec 7, 2008 838
The 2nd Moon Landing Electronica Dec 7, 2008 1182
My First Thinger! Electronica Dec 7, 2008 863
Way Gone Gong Electronica Dec 5, 2008 489
Worm Way Electronica Dec 5, 2008 622
The Raw Thoughts of A Damp Sock Electronica Dec 5, 2008 592
Deatter Bear Freat Electronica Dec 5, 2008 568
ClonkClonkClonk Electronica Dec 4, 2008 840