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soho zombie, slave to the man, code monkey, lover & hater, and, one downright good looking bastard.

the hardest job in the world

I’m keeping you warm, covered, hopefully as comfortable as possible

but you probably don’t know, or care.

Your brain stopped working within an hour of your wreck.

Your mother, brother, sister all cried, and then left you with me.

I just heard, now all we need is an operating suite

to harvest your organs.

As for me and my house

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