I can't read, because I don't know.
I'm not that good at worrying about women.
Naked without myself I am cruel.
Ignorance is making me fail.
I am ignorant of why I am a clam.
This is because I am running from my charges.
Running toward them, I am:
Open to loss.
My mother is my answer to the rain.
I have to let go of her as King.
Bruce Murray was an arrogant pig.
I am a lousy joke.
Ask yourself what is beauty?
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