Saw the Orb after the rubble from the seapage cracks, walking, small, fat. Sometimes Tex says everything that I want to say but courtesy prevents. He pulled and snarled, gagging to attack the granny mugger and police informant. His fat little dogs waddled past our rage. A weak and paranoid creature with no redeaming features. He took my car for a day. Some freinds have suggested he has had his filth friends tag it. This woud account for why the police didn't prosecute me for falling asleep. I heard that others have noted him keeping an old lady, imprisonned in his attic. Where does he get his money from? He is either fleecing her or has taken the devils coin. It is humorous that the coin was misspent.![]()
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