It's lovely i have to think that before I left to travel this year (I left late in winter) she might have been right down the street from me in Cambridge, degenerating towards death.
I was born in Cambridge Hospital and she died there, in Spaulding right next door.
That's the one spot in Cambridge that I retain any sort of power or safety. My birth place. The rest of the area is now completely evil and sold
Out to whatever living hell the north east has become.
It saddens me that she didnt live to see my completed project. It angers me that all she saw of me was probably an arrest bulletin that had me charged with writing racist language on the side of a McDonalds.
No matter. She defended me for years against the rest of that evil family but knwimg her talent for central control she also made me out to be a weak link and didnt do me any favors either.
She gave me some amazg DNA and made the world a happpy safe place when my Boomer single mother simply couldn't.
It may bw best Im seperated from people who would have made this project impossible.
The Rockefeller File (1976) by Gary Allen
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