I was stillborn before I was conceived, raised as a counterfeit human walking among a cavalcade of corpses on blood drenched soil. I took the Turing test and failed. I write for the illiterate. I dance for the blind. I regularly donate to defunct charities. I’m the king of lost causes. Captain of a lagan ship. Steering my way back to a home I never had, where I’ll wait patiently for company who’ll never arrive at a house with no address.
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