I am a member of *the expendable masses. Those who have been *teased, get close to greatness, but never get there. We *get gunned down in Dairy Queens, take poison aspirin. We *are the bungled and the botched. I guess it at least is something to be! :)
Reason for writing:
Some writings from *Friedrich Nietchze...(I've come to really like "realists")...many people find them "disturbing" though...guess they don't want their bubbles burst.
Birth sign: Pisces
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