Mirror Mirror on the wall.

Not this is not that kind of story.


This is about about me.

I think I’m becoming a kind of narcisst.



Whatevr you throw at me I’ll sure to return and as such It it’s kindness and love then you shall get it back with something on top.

However, if it’s shit then expect dihorea and a poop on a dinner plate.

Your land is filled with rich history I don’t know what you’re doing here in the Land of the roadside poop country.

I want to Go home. I will. and Must.

I dont stop, I’m programmed and have no choice……………..

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