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I recollect smear the queer with the boys. Vinny and Andrew, the Mendenez Twins, their Mom, workin hard for her money. Their Papi, a mysognistic drunk. Dick Knapp dry rubbin me on the first rock of the hill. The king of the Hill.

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Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity and deep-rooted trauma, fear, anger, insecurity, and vulnerability. I heal with every stroke of the pen. Night Falls, I fear myself. I AM the monster underneath my bed. I do not wish to provoke you.  As you venture into my headspace, you ARE a willing participant. Disclaimer: 40/60 IRT

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