There's no place for my kind in the New Millennium. I don't fit in anywhere. Not even in my own place where I live.
At least in the 80s and 90s I felt like I belonged for the most part. Ever since the early 2000s, nowhere feels like home to me. I'm what I call a 90s Drifter. A person who fit in, in the 80s and 90s, but got the iron boot in the New Millennium. I'm going to bed.
Hey now, what's this? My new H.P. Lovecraft fictional prose book is lying on my bed. I'd better read this one.
Hey now, what's this? My new H.P. Lovecraft fictional prose book is lying on my bed. I'd better read this one.
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