My very soul has been birthed with the essence of trash, drenched in the storms of irrelevance, and stripped of the ability to even. I speak words poisoned with sarcasm and sit upon my mental throne known as disgust. I am reborn. Data-R is dead. I am Sasha Fierce.
- JoinedMarch 8, 2014
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