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it will be the story of a very sad man and his sad demise

Ok. It is the year 1996 and it is a very sad day

It is sunny and in the air there is pollen making the hayfever of our protagonist tiny Tim really itchy . He coughs and itches and gets bitten by bugs on his ankles and knuckles. He walks like a string bean wibble wobbeling into a Florida motel . All the other motel povos laugh at him for being a washed up tranny with ugly ears and bitten ankles and knuckles . Tiny gets mad and shouts ،Being bitten means that the ecosystem favours me and will devour me quicker once I’m buried meaning I am MORE holy than you all . “

“turn to christ ، he says .

the Florida povos laugh at him more . Tiny lifts his massy body into the lift . Up it goes, and mr tiny is getting impatient .

“ I can’t wait any longer “ he says . Tapping his foot on the moving floor and watching his wrist watch . He raises his eyes up at the ascending ceiling and back down to his shabby shoes. In his brain the thought persists through age through time through experience: “will I ever make it big as a true vaudeville crooner? “ .

To This day this question remains philosophical .