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Born in the lush backwoods of southern Colarado, I was raised by a lonely widowing mother. Poor to the bone, I grabbed a job when I was very young. Our family, which consisted of my mother, my brother, and myself, would have to scrape together the money to eat every night. After a long haul through surviving that, I hopped a freight all the way to New York City, where I dined with some of the greatest minds of my time. We ate, Drandk, talked, and theorized. Finding nothing, because you can learn or retain no knowledge, for it does not exist, I left the concrete jungle towards a new phase in my life. Hitchiking and ultimatley walking, I took of towards the tropical 'paradise' of the south, Florida. I walked highway 51 where men have been killed, raped, hanged, and born. I wrote twenty five poems about a king of a land made of nothing but cheese, and sold it to a blind woman who spoke in gaelic. Finally, I rode into the heavy air of southern Florida in a beat up Ford with a man who fought in every war you can think of, and killed iron giants in every one of them. I started life out in my new sanctuary, sleeping under Gods bright map in the sky, letting the humidity blanket me every night. And here I am now, In Florida looking for nothing, because that's all anyone will ever find.

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