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Dear me, It's been a while since our schizophrenia poked a whole in ourfemminism and mind, forced us to see our biological father who used to beat our mother who we vowed to never see breaking our soul as we thought we were afront Hbo in our Hell's Kitchen apartment, the one from the kill the poor music video on myspace.com/williamsburgskittles our Adderall prescription is down to zero doctors and i cannot pull another caitlinrodriguezhusband.blogspot.com the amnesia since 2011has eaten my mind and the symptoms since 2007 wern't from Hbo. Pete was surely schizophrenic, he was always mean to mommy, he always choked mommy, mommy always cried in my bed in the room across the hall from hell (where two people who hate each other sleep together) then 1996 happened and they divorced. I can only pray the browser on this android saves this when the battery goes. God took away our equipment we got as a femminist father man hating self. Maybe for being weak against a voice on t.v. that says go see your father in forecastmazy.blogspot.com maybe under Hillary running we can recoup our filmmaker works. Like Dc Vertigo's The Sanman our tools are gone. I beg to place my soul on my blog so the world know where i've gone. The Kevin Smith sunshine and plan for Fairfield films has gone as our favorite director, our dreams with Sean of blunts and bongs, cocaine when i'm fancy and girls to tell Anna about on our way to marriage is gone. Our mockery of everyone moving to Brooklyn and ditching Manhattan , the reason we went to The School of Visual Arts is gone for youtube.com/forecastmazyfilms apartment 2D on Bushwick ave and our battlecry in our daily fight to return to thr film industry despite the pain, Lena Dunham replacing Kevin, the dark choice of love Hbo Girls battlecry against poverty and the world to return to our hipster scene. Where once was viewaskew now is missing getting shot by an ak47 in the Bronx with the season 3 poster of Hbo Girls watching over me. Anna's gone, a birthday on Back to The Future day, txt message and somebody i don't allow myself to see until i reach fame to make up and deliver on the boy she knew 7 years ago. My battery is dieing and i don't want to lose our only chance to conversate to the world. Hbo battlecry for we have lost teeth to document from voices disassemblying to the battlecry on the streets i promised in black mirror (youtube.com/forecastmazyfilms) the ending symptom of believing in Harvey Weinstein still leads me with faith that atleast he's still a good pitch away. I just need a pill to fix the panic-attack endusing block on the screenwriter feeling in my head which Adderall doesn't fix but must not go away as the fuel of my body Lovingly, Christopher Mastronardi I atleast accomplished Little Nemo as a graffiti art name and i logged everything in Seasons catalouged in Little Nemo on Hbo