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Junkmailz grew up in a flop house near the Bowery, where it learned English from the local gentry and survived on mattress cheeses. After going AWOL from NASA during a four-year residency as Second Principle Poet / Lifeguard on the International Space Station, Junkmailz ran the Patriotic Rust Bureau for Kim Jung-Un's uncle, Dave. Upon Dave's execution by drowning, Junkmailz spent 5 years in solitary confinement. It was then that he dictated the first eight chapters of his magnum opus "I Hear Them Fucking" to a dead beetle, whose hollowed thorax resembled John Milton's spectral aura.
Now upgraded to house arrest, Junkmailz works as a mail sorter in the basement, cataloging urgent credit and debt relief offers that appear unsolicited in the mailbox.
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