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My Complement, My Enemy, My Oppressor, My Love

Dear you hypocritical fucking Twerp,

Id just like to thank you for taking hold of the last four years of my life and raising my hopes for the future. Id like to thank you for giving me clothes when I needed it and food when I needed it and for fucking my brains out when my brains needed fucking. I hope that the time we spent in Quarters with my family sleeping neerby quietly ignoring what you proceeded to do to me -- what, rather I proceeded to do to you -- ws worthwhile for you, that you got the stimulation you so needed, Because now That Im Free of that poison you call Life, that stringy, sour, white strand you called Sacred and me savior, that peculiar institution we engaged in because there was no other forseeable alternative, I am LOST.

Before, when there was a before, an upon a time I was a blank space defined in contrast to your POSITIVE, concrete avowal. now, a blank space in the void and I have to thank you for forgetting to stick your neck out for me after I craned my neck so often in your arms.

Dear you duplicitous, idiot, Worm,

NOw that youve forgotten how you like your coffee and why you raised you pious fist to the sky, and the reason for your stunning African Art collection, and the war we fought together, and the promises you made and the laws we rewrote, I am left here alone to recreate My WHOLE HISTORY without benefit of you

my
complement,
my
enemy,
my
oppressor,
my
Love