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Manifesto/Bio
Just a dude trying to find his place in this world. I live alone, by myself and I enjoy things like eating, reclining and tinkering with my model trains. I have this one figurine that's been runned over by my locomotive at least 10 times. If he had real guts, they'd be all over the tiny tracks, but he doesn't. He doesn't have a heart or any goo, just plastic inside... cold, dead plastic. Sometimes, as the train is coming around the bend and he's lying all still on the little tracks tied up with dental floss, I swear I can hear a tiny little scream saying, "No, not again! Why do you hate me so?" But, I'm good at blocking stuff like that out of my head and the train rolls on...
Last updated on December 14, 2012 at 06:46 PM
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