I can’t visit and eat from his kitchen because he can’t help himself. He studies Frankenstein and his fetish is disrespecting someone who looks other. I look other. Please don’t visit for the holidays. I’m whole when no piece of me is sharing in name but separate in thought. I don’t want to hear his thoughts. I want it quiet in this season of darkness. I can’t eat his food and drink of his. Some people are vultures and eat up all of you, lace you up with a nice rock on the finger and pull you like a puppet pushing till you reach a cliff and reach down to pry for the wealth that you left. When is mining season?
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