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About the author
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Born in New Jersey on May 21 of the year 1985, I have
lived in Puerto Rico since the age of thirteen. Influenced by punk rock and surrealist poets, I have been writing substance induced melancholy since the day I awoke from my first death.
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In the school of lost mistakes eternally I am the goat they scalped; tired dog, tongue tempting ground; white shoes and red/blue collar, she pants as if a satisfied nymphomaniac.
I devour sweet, but it is not you I condition myself after; if not the one who escapes; on our next excursion, a punch to the face.
Cerate machines who offer refreshment: gray, blue, green, green, green…
Ali two-thousand-five; exclude you crew. Sleeping eyed piglet; capable reject; Moby Dick represents obsession!
I speak delusions into broken precedent intrusion. Apostle’s apocalypse I desire to kiss. Kiss me goodnight; kiss me well. Kiss me goodnight; kiss me well.
I bid folklore; twenty two’s worth will go long ways to hell!
Antibodies Nobody; you big fat cat! You big fat cat! I will eat you!
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