the start of something new
things i have to say and alot of them have nothing to do with current events or something really important, because a lot of things don't seem important to me, I don't know how to explain this almost omnipotent apathy I have going, well i can try.
It started in 1984 in Los Angeles , I was born in a nunnery, I guess my mother wh0 was a devout 18 year old catholic girl decided to spare my life from the wire hanger, that was ready to pierce me in the womb and scramble quite nice. I recall her, asking her self "why didn't I have that abortion?" and of course, me being 7 "Mom we can still get the abortion, we haven't left the store" somewhere in the store there is a old man laughing, slightly peeing, small drips moving down his thieghs. he was aware of his shame no doubt, but he didn't care the only thing that matter was the laugh he got from a 7 year old who did know what an abortion was
here is some visual imagery of what my mother had intended to do with me if "god" wasn't preset at the moment
