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please help!

i've been trapped in this crazy lady's basement for so long. i've lost track of the days. not a shed of light has made it through the barred and covered windows. i don't even know how i got here. i fear insanity has taken hold of me. i've tried to stay connected with my humanity the best i can. i tell myself everyday that i am not just someone's pet. it becomes increasingly difficult. everyday i'm whipped until i admit that i am just a toy there for your amusement, but then again that isn't much different that the music business. actually the only real difference is that music can get you more ass. this actually isn't too bad of a set up. i'm fed (usually), i've got some nice hay to sleep on, a toilet (more of a hole in the ground), and i just have to sit around all day making music. i don't miss the sun any more!

i have no idea where i am. i think it's far from LA though. the crazy lady is not that bad. everyday she has me dance around for her, it's so much fun. she is letting me access the internet so i can keep in contact with the world and make this web page in hopes of getting rescued. she doesn't seem to care. this situation actually started to become more fun than weird, but then it sort of became gayly repetitive. please find me and get me out of here. i'm begging you!
-tr

<this is all i am fed. sometimes i'm given a can opener, sometimes not

<this is what i've been calling home. it's cozy enough. sometimes i'll find needles hidden in there

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<my slave seems to be doing fine as well, if you would like to view his page, click on his photo