I think some part of me must have known that something terrible was in store for me from the moment of conception. Think about it. After 9 months of incarceration and having everything taken cared of for me; I was dragged, completely naked, into the light with doctors slapping me on the ass, holding me upside down and forcing me to cry. Then, lo and behold, I find that I have to eat, use the bathroom, get sick and intermingle with a bunch of evil people that first fed me fantasies of Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, fucked me up mentally when they took those away, filled me full of Catholic propaganda and guilt until I barely knew what was real and what was not, then tossed me into the world to fend for myself and told me to be grateful that the whole thing was happening. Wow. At thirty something odd years of it, I still don’t see the miracle in it all ?
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