So... I have been kicked to the curb from Delta-utopia. I think I will be making my home here. By home I mean that I will be curled up on Auvi's doorstep as the cruel heat of summer and the blistering snowflakes of winter blanket me in humility. I figure that he will not mind. On a fortunate day, I imagine randoms hedonists will fling used condoms on me. This is okay. At least 2 square inches of me will be sheltered from the elements. Of course, there will be happy moments. On my best days, Alpha will walk on by. UDP will be standing over me with his infamous newspaper in curious amusement. The best moments ever will be the shelter provided by the leering Alphas as they pass on by towards their next adventure. My last days will be spent in the same position. I will be bickering because the women's shelter hates men and will not lend me a dirty old mattress similar to the one in Hellraiser. Unlike Hellraiser, my carnal remains will not be within a nasty ol' mattress. It will be within the doorstep mortar of Auvi's home in which he does not really reside because he coincidentally owns 5 other homes due to his marriage to the first famous female soccer player that happens to be world renowned.
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