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Somewhere lost in the Necropolis of SG<3.0. a boy made a wish to devolve and essentially become an amoeba that smoked clove cigarettes for nourishment and shed art as a waste product. That wish more or less came true.

Thirteen years ago I was shy, panic prone and anxiety ridden. I was an eloquent delinquent and a bleeding heart, whining about every personal injustice a...
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