J- the positive thinker

"...stick-like, Ah fucken jumped near outta mah skin at the touch of mah fraternal twin, mah fucken mirror image--even his hair whorled in an opposite direction. What was I to make of this, his dark eyes so much like the ones I'd seen mere moments before. Mah brother, mah semblance, mah reflection! Ah loved him at that moment, ah felt bonds of love and affection swell deep in the confines of my little leather heart, and knew that within him was every child dead of internal war, every revolution that left the rich and poor alike in the gallows, every single plague that left carts full of decaying love and hate and pride turned over on the streets, themselves covered with refuse--as if the world was ready to throw us all away and start anew, to push us into the gutters. LOLZ!!!1