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They say I look like a man. A man who's socks I used to remove for him as he sat back in his armchair. Who by the time I was old enough to remember, could only speak to me in the same slurred tounge I used to speak to him in.
AUSTIN SHAPED LIKE A BOWL. IT IS A BOWL SHAPED BOWL OF ALLERGENS. AUSTIN IS A GEOGRAPHICAL DEPRESSION. ALL THE SHIT I AM ALLERGIC TO SETTLES IN SAID BOWL.