this is my ex-fiancee. I guess they selected her as the 'record store day' figurehead.

rest in peace; my sweet. I only knew you for 2 years pre-'05 but we were lovers again; Aphrodite. We really did get along; honey.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry my sweet; my sweet cherie. You were my lover; & you weren't my pet. You just weren't. That was Cthulu. I miss Cthulu. I miss the King Fischer. I don't know why I became an ambassador of Canada. I shouldn't have contributed to the story of the ostracized youth of black culture. The nearby nation of U.S.; my former stasis-gratus-consensus of 'living quarters' was evicted of hope; heart; & interest through culling properties; typically despite the obvious genital mutilation that even I eventually suffered at the hands of the Catholic church.

I miss you, lover. I'm sorry you stole those songs from me. I didn't know that you were 7. I didn't know that you were pretending to be your mother; my ex-wife. You were stuck in Jack Nicholson's house as a pedophile slave whore & they forced you into contract 4 days before my 2004 birthday.

I do miss you, but I haven't had a reason to talk about you, because I'm an orphan. So I only brought you up to offshoots of Jack Nicholson's family in the long run, & I was forced to grow up in his childhood home in Canada.

>[for reference: Canada was invaded by the Catholic church in 1925 during the unveiling of the "Social Insurance Number" which was restricted to 1, 000 000 000 digits. At the time of my birth, this was 600 million less than the human population. ;; That is to say; I didn't do a sensus script on the population until the mid-90s when I found a plaintext document of the SINs (Social Insurance Numbers).

Rest in peace Taylor Swift. My Alias is also Taylor Swift.