For years on end.(once again, hypergraphic hyperlexic) All I did is chat with dying people but to me they were just people aside fact however close to death. (Even if all I did is talk about myself, but myself is all life afforded me. Which came at a discount price maybe. But that cat I adopted living at a three quarter house in crown heights brooklyn. FURTHER IRONY, THATS THE 4 TRAIN. I'm skipping 3. Maybe, me sympathizing with that cat PLUS fact I survived serious and I was high on methadone. My sympathy still existed. Even if sympathy came from lonely. Never the less, it doesn't take away from fact it was sympathy. I guess zuckerberg being such a intellectual harvard and all couldn't see it as anything else other than my UPSTANDING CHARACTER) Irony of which, what maybe just that afforded me this. Me, however close to death. Shortly, soonly I wasn't fed spoonly but I'll stand UP in G. UPstandinG ultimately up geller. It don't look like they want me to spend rest of my time alive sober...sad to say so...whatever that's just sober small start with same letter talk...start with T, tom and tyra. Sober small talk. I'm too small for talking sober). I don't know what you heard about me, ain't a bird I just be me, collect foodstamps havent gotten my card fuck ya dollar it ain't for this tard. REtard. Reading, all your tard did. tard...tame all rich dimwits. Reading I tamed all rich dimwits. dollar nah, ain't that dumb holla nah leaving coney island crumb. Romance with out a single dollar. My life. nasty her pops local gotti with that boyish face by me she was hottie....and speedball sex...nigga i was that naughty.