Philomena

I'm a black Irish, bastard American, white mutt, any semblance of cultural identity amounts to an affinity for the no longer existence proletariat. If I was a slave I would not be landless. I still suffer at times from a post Catholic/atheist upbringing. I'm erudite white trash. I fly in airplanes, appropriate slang from my associates. and I don't think it all that funny when people say "We are like a sit calm," I don't like siting calm. I do have paranoia but I don't suffer from it. The world is a bunch of dirt, and I like dirt. Someday I'll be dirt rich and penny poor. Someday I'll be rich dirt and all those pennies won't amount to mulch. I'm a picture, I'm a blog, updating my loneliness. I have 93 friends I dont talk to. all of this this isn't dirt... Freud would be nothing with out a surname. And now I am Philomena Philomath the Philanthropist and I wish I was my car Seymour or my favorite shirt.