We don’t know what we’re doings own, P. Rick, in a introductory poem, made by Thomas Endicott, founder, owner, and main writer of the dreamer chronicles.
Ricks a Prick,
Through and through,
He hates the world,
But mostly you.
He has his rifle,
A sniper is he,
He’d like to punt a child,
And fuck up a tree.
He knows not why he joined,
As a military reqruit,
For now he’s stuck with a private
Who talks to a fruit.
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