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<font style=" font-family: orator std, lucida console, courier new;font-size:9px;text-transform:uppercase; color:#04060e; font-weight: none; line-height: 80%; ">i hate it and fear can't face it<br>the child is not right, he's my greatest shame.</font></center>
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<center><div style="line-height:90%; color:#191919; font-size: 9px; height: 317px; text-align: justify; width: 200px; overflow: auto;"><p>Ah. Is there much to say about myself? There isn’t much to be known. I’m the type of guy who lives on the edge. Who am I exactly? The names Romasko; Maxim Romasko, but you can call me V. That’s all you can call me. If I hear anything else, well… Let’s just say your finger nails are going to be missing for quite some time.<p>I hope I made that
very clear to you. Going back on track, there are some things you need to know about me. I’m that one guy in the party. You know… the one who makes you nervous no matter what you do? Even if you know that I am safe, your subconscious won’t allow you to get anywhere near me because you value your life. I don’t blame you either. Who would want to be friends with the freak show that is constantly making strange noises and twitching; the freak show who has Tourette’s syndrome? That’s right. I said it. What are you going to do about it? The things I let out abruptly? I blame it on my coprolalia. Should that make you want to avoid me even more? Well, that’s up to you.<p>So I’m sure that friends won’t come round too easily, and I’m fine with that. It won’t affect my job anyways.<p>Enemies; well, I can say for a fact that I have many of those thanks to my coprolalia. I’m always saying the things at the wrong time you see. One memory that I fondly recall is during a hit. I had complimented the victim right before his death. The look on the fool’s face was priceless. There’s just something about saying inappropriate things at inappropriate times so appealing.<p>Now, as for lovers… I’m not going to dwell on that. I do not wish to have one, you see. I know I have commitment issues, and let’s face it; it’ll all be fun and games to me. Like hell I’m going to settle down. Life on the edge is for me. If I have someone dragging me down, well… Things won’t work out.<p>I don’t recall missing anything now… If I have, just go check
this out.<p>Why are you still here? Isn’t the conversation over now?
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<font style=" font-family: orator std, lucida console, courier new;font-size:9px;text-transform:uppercase; color:#04060e; font-weight: none; line-height: 80%; ">CREDIT TO FANTOME AT CAUTION.</font></center>
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