The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

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Cake day: Jun 29, 2023

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Then you know what you don’t know, which is an aspect of knowledge.


The use of the word aesthetic as a verb in the last several years blows my mind.

Anyhow, yeah, we dress different when we’re kids. I don’t think too many people are shocked by this.