Deal with it.
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Life. You could say it started when I was a kid. Like most folks, I’ve always been different. But not like the others. Other kids could be cruel, they’d call me names: dweeb, chimp, honky, dweeby-chimp, honky-dweeb, and worst of all: chomsky-honk. Did you know there’s over eighty-seven combinations of those soul-scalding words? I found out the hard way. Life! Adolescence was better: went to the prom with a model, but she left with some jock. Dyke!
I’m a survivor. We’re a dying breed.
A conundrummer. In a band called mind-puzzler.
On a real note I was literally like dozing off while scrolling until this shape caught my eye and awoken the sleeping dragon