The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Where the fuck did I come from?

Not sure how I managed sanity or intelligence - given. My eldest brother is an idiot. My mother is absent all curiosity.

Not that I'm claiming anything extraordinary, but I'm not dumb and I am stable, mostly thanks to Dylan, of course.
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