I was born in a cross-fire hurricane, and I howled at my ma in the driving rain. I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag. I was schooled with a strap right across my back. I was drowned. I was washed up and left for dead. I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled. I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread. I was crowned with a spike right through my head. But it's all right now; in fact, it's a gas.

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