This is not your typical Blog:
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I am the epitome of death. Disected and crossectioned so many times that its life. Im bolemic the way i consume life and throw it back up as bitter and sour as possible. Ridden with guilt im like a catholic whos had sex for the 15th time you can find me in my prayer closet crying. I am equal to the combined efforts of 15 men doing the work of 5 women just for spice. Concise. Live and direct straight to the point. Ive long past that point of no return.