R/place (member)

Original member from the start of Dios mansion, his schizophrenia makes him belive that he has friends, AydenIsOnline is currently trying to gaslight him into loving him. all the motherfucker can talk about is will wood.

## Wives

* 10 unnamed deceased wives
* engineer

## Political Occupation

* Running for president
* small bunny + raven's (admin) assistant

## Escape from Prison

Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop 'n' go

> The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos
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Good luck finding critters creepy as me

> They shoulda fried me, I'll give ya PTSD
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Vodka shots droppin' down the throat that they been stompin' on

> Cockin' guns, lockin' up, the quotas all for shock 'n' awe
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Drivin's tirin', and I been hotwirin'

> To make my get away from the jailbreak riot and
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Cellmates scrapin' upon the bricks in the basement

> Tryin' to escape this probation generation
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Too late, crazy fucker's gotta do the time

> Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes
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I'm alive and kickin' 'til the split ends fray

> Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I'm not to blame
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I'm a slave to the main vein, sprayin' on the mainframe

> Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain
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Oh, how I know, how I go, how I go

> Ask me a question, the answer I know
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Yes or no options don't weigh out, and so

> I don't ever see the cons and the pros
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You bear a striking resemblance

> (Some kind of semblance of somethin' I been rememberin')
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You appear familiar, dear

> (You look just like my bathroom mirror)
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Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe

> Oh please, let me go
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Please, policeman, is it a test?

> I won't know 'til I'm under arrest
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The drunk-tank's blood red, junkie's gonna relapse

> Some think punk's dead, me, I don't believe that
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Rock 'n' roll gatherin' the moss 'til I be that

> Lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, bust your kneecap
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Open on the Amazon, hide the cure for cancer

> I'm Lance Armstrong, you're the necromancer
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Slash 'n' burn, crash into the 42nd answer

> All my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here
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Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows

> Heaven knows God's sittin' up there like, "Hell no!"
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Only one thing comes to those who wait

> It's never too late to embrace your fate
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May death come swiftly and gently to you

> Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom
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Save your convictions, they never will do

> What you say's at least one six-billionth true!
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You bear a striking resemblance

> (Some kind of semblance of somethin' I been rememberin')
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You appear familiar, dear

> (You look just like my bathroom mirror)
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Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe

> Oh please, let me go
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Please, policeman, is it a test?

> I won't know 'til I'm under arrest
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Am I being detained?

> Am I under arrest? (Yes, you are!)
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Read me my rights, please (No!)

> I want my phone call!
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Please policeman, no heel-to-toe

> Oh please, let me go
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Please policeman, is it a test?

> I won't know 'til I'm (ratatatatatatata!)
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Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe

> Oh please, let me go
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Please, policeman, is it a test?

> I won't know 'til I'm under arrest
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