The Shades of JP Weidemoyer

A Dark Portrait of Life Painted in Color

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Well, my curse has struck me again. Or whatever it is that you wanna call it…You see, I have a

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190907 It’s 12 AM and I’ve only just begun my day. I just tuned in to 580 AM, where the

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II

[CBPD voicemail] Sir, you need to mow and pull your weeds at once. We allow six inches for both. It’s

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III

Man – what an exciting time to be alive! With so many fucked up people nowadays, it’s hard to imagine

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IV

Now that I’ve reached thirty, it would seem as though my thoughts are much too, much too dirty for that

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Fuck, fuck, fuuuck! Where is it!?!? Shiiit, fuck me, man. Where the fuck is it??? How could have I lost

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VI

Hello, friend. Hey, looking good! Have you lost some weight? I’m working hard at losing some weight myself. College-aged me

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VII

Hello, friend. Sorry. Is it okay to consider us to be friends already? I tend to bestow that word more

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VIII

Hello again. A lot has transpired since we last talked. Hold on a sec. I’m sorry, I don’t even know

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I can’t fucking take another second of this, pathetic life. It’s about time that I get all this shit down

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