/lit/ - Literature

Delaquesta samarkady sen el bein fu, sinage el bein wej. Annus: veltad. Welksdedar aven el mishna 18398 estneva el bein wej. Senakon. Velitsa.
Henj, koyo. Estanava el bein sen Queleag aveat amen shilhon sinki loj telvas. Holonok vestas telvas. Arnoran sividida el bein norjcraig hestas fortud dad. Alusteed ehj niyan tele qweta ajan viet sung. Mulkar havin sunnug ad den dunus questas.
Welekeng. Elas Delequesta smminit nujuk event lorista norsody, vulun, alter, meatus. Kaivan sulutar hainus el bein fu, darmandat selena craig. We are one. Venejstu, quelimdar, halstavi.
Anistar.l

I’m a fraud but I’m no different than you. We’re all frauds some way or another for if we all were always honest with ourselves and with the world around us we all would have bit the bullet a long time ago. But don’t get me wrong I wasn’t born a goddamn devious liar and accomplished manipulator, you wouldn’t know it but for a long time I lived my life by a moral code and was what you would consider a decent individual. I was born in the summer of 1990 to a mother that was a college drop out that held Jesus close to her heart and too close to her mind and a father who was a factory worker that enjoyed a six pack of Bud and a nice pair of tits. The home I grew up in was boring and smack dab in the middle of a yuppie paradise. But they would they refer to this oasis for scared white people as a suburb. My house was in the middle of a flat street and was neighbored on all sides by identical looking houses with identical looking white families. The architect who designed this street must have been a boring mother fucker who enjoyed structure more than originality and soul. He must have been a fucking yuppie as well and had probably told his investors that if they build it they will come. During the first week of living in the suburb I had made a few friends that would later become my main posse. My mother tried desperately to keep me from the hellish realities of the world by slapping on a curfew of being back at home at five o’clock every day. One day during the summer I asked her if I could stay out and play some more with my awesome friends to which she replied no. I asked her why but she had some excuse that pertained to some story in the bible.

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>>1394271

Deadman

the other post wasn't me