Basically....I'm having troubles with my only friend. And it pains me to know that I started it. I'm really pissed at myself. Ugh..... Oh and Happy belated Thanksgiving to the Americanos.
Hi, I'm Eric. That's the truth. The rest of what I am going to say is a blatant lie so you are welcome to skip this part. I live in a glass house with an amnesiac who has sardines packt in a crushd tin box in the gloaming. I have a rather interesing iron lung with bends all over it. I guess I'm lucky. Or stuck in limbo. I have been up in the clouds where I end and you begin. I have met the Paranoid Android and the Subterranean Homesick Alien before. I have sailed to the moon where I had to sit down and stand up. I have also seen the fake plastic trees where a creep is saying "Stop whispering!" (he shouldn't talk) I have to say my least favorite place is Room 101 where some lucky guy from the karma police is telling me two plus two equals five. I was building a lovely little house of cards when a wolf came at the door on videotape.
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