The Obscure

"Understandable," said the Reversal Man to me from the table, "You have had a rough time of it."
"You don't know the half of it, my friend." I reply.
The Reversal Man suffers from the unfortunate condition of thinking he has all the answers. That rarely proves probable when the skylights have all gone out for the day, and the children have nowhere to run to.
Lansing was upside down this morning, I shot him twice, and left him for dead. The loss was tragic, for his family, so in mercy I killed them also, with a shovel.
My legs stopped bending when I was at a young age. I don't know why they decided to quit, perhaps walking and standing comfortably wasn't entertaining enough.
I want to leave my home and find a new one, perhaps a home all my own, maybe live ina van or something and travel the country. Truly THAT would be interesting.
I am typing this entire post with my eyes closed, I for one, think it is pretty impressive. But it is still sophomoric stuff, the shapes to my enemies are far to buily and cartoonish, and the lines under neath my eyes do not coincide with the potolsl there for I can never have existed, not that I have done anything with my existence that is worth note, I just choose merely to exist in the most lavish way possibly when utilizing only tehe lowerst amount of currency I wold find that would still do any good.
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