I'll be back to the town in a day or two.
See you then, unless you aren't in Bartlesville, then I'll see you sometime, or never... You know, whatever.
Peace, nigs!
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I Didn't Dream It. The Smell of Oil Pastel is Still Fresh.
About Me
- Necrophiczombie
- I'm Bryce. I am now twenty, and still exactly the same. I am actually a character from a Charles Bukowski novel made flesh by the mysterious power of E.E. Cummings poetry and filterless Lucky Strikes. My body is a filthy place, full of rotting flesh, half digested meats, and the acrid smells of tobacco and tar. My brain is dying from drug addiction. I sometimes lose all my motor skills and bladder functionality. I'm a bitter, misogynistic old man, and I've never felt better in my life.
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