the man i am speaking for bound to the chaotic end he is seeking has earned too many dimes to be the trash he has become his fingernails have dirt underneath just like his voice has dirt inside manic with pressure unstable when confronted he doesn't like himself just like he wants nothing you can give he wants a witchburning for his soul and peanuts for what it is worth he is dumb but still responsive and quite eager to endure the torture so he would put aside whatever if you promise you won't miss my god my own hands that i turn against me are reflections of this bastard i wouldn't piss on to put out the flames. coyright (c) 1998 chris mccoolBirth sign: Not entered
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