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The details of my life are quite inconsequential.
My father was a relentlessly self-improving bladdery owner from Belgium
with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.
My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Cloey with webbed
feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous
claims, like he invented the question mark.
Sometimes he would accuse
chestnuts of being lazy.
The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane
lament.
My childhood was typical.
Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets.
When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds,
pretty standard, really.
At the age of 12 I received my first scar.
At the age of 14, a austrian named Wilma ritualisticly shaved my
testicles. There's really nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's
breathtaking. I suggest you try it.......
Later, I formed the Crafters Coven and received my 3rd degree.
Later still I started cross training with Glas Dracorum into the
Georgian Tradition.
Blessed Be!
Figment
