Moore Is Unsure
Whatever is confusing me is documented in horrible clarity so that you, the unsuspecting viewer can be drawn into my world of paranoia, half truths and immense stupidity.Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Count how many fingers you have before you ask..
THE PAST WEEK ITS BEEN TOUGH WITH THIS FAT LITTLE EEJIT FOLLOWIN ME AROUND AND SAYIN HIS MA SAID I WAS HIS DADDY AND WHY AM I NEVER THERE AT CHRISTMAS. WAS IN JAIL FOR THREE NIGHTS LAST WEEK BECAUSE THE COPS LIFTED ME FOR TRYIN TO CHASE HIM AWAY WITH ME HAMMER AND NOW SOCIAL WORKERS ARE CALLIN TO ME HOUSE ALL THE TIME ASKIN WHY AM I NEGLECTIN HIM AND NO AMOUNT OF EXPLAININ WILL SOLVE IT. HE'S CRYIN THROUGH THE LETTERBOX NOW AND CLAWIN AT THE WINDOW. I DFNTLY KNOW HE'S NOT MY SON BECAUSE IF IT WAS A CHOICE BETWEEN BEATIN DOWN ME DENIAL DADDYS DOOR OR GOIN TO THE MCDONALDS TWO DOORS DOWN I KNOW WHERE ANYONE WITH MY DE IN A WOULD BE. YOU FAIL FAT BOY, YOU FAIL.
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