Well this'll be all. I guess I'm doing something for myself later on... somewhere else. And here in this place I have so many more changes and complications to deal with. Who can predict the total price of expensive everyone else?I've been out of alignment. I need the invisalign treatment. My face is off somehow... my jaw feels like it popped back incorrectly after that mugging in Seattle. My tooth was slightly chipped by that thief. I suppose the impact of my face into the cement tore my structure out of alignment... even my teeth have moved a little bit. What an amazing country full of work, I know.
Well the fact is: I'm quite the handsomest man in the world. I don't care about photographs and movies and magazines and such - I am the nicest looking guy. When the overall whole body thing is returned to it's natural and functional condition, and when the hair grows just a little bit longer - I'll get some pictures made.
The thing is... there's no one worth writing to or worth thinking about hanging out and posting on this lame board. I just like to type and then be instantly read. It's neat and modern you know.
Transvemus has changed. He's become an unusual poltergeist that moves around Cherokie like a perpetual spasm. Only notes. I got a good look at my stomach and I see what's in it: Star Jones. Huge lackingness, nothingness has been rammed through and all that must be burnt and disciplined. It's a strange, unusual money from niggers such as George Bush or Texas or whatever barks and shits and sticks its fingers out telling others what to do, just cuz.
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