FABIO was at SAM's club today signing autographs for his new coat line! FOr anyone who lives near me he will be there tomorrow too. I walked by and didn't say anything to him. Mom says he has a big butt.
you didn't know me, but i can tell that if you did we'd be friends. I was in Miami with you, and i'll continue to fight with the memory of you with me. Rest in peace, comrade.
If you're frightened of dyin' and you're holding on... You'll see devils tearing your life away. But...if you've made your peace, Then the devils are really angels Freeing you from the earth...
Jordan,
As they moved the coffin out of the synagogue, I was trying hard not to cry. And then I saw something that made me laugh. On the side of the coffin was a sticker:
I cried when I found out that you had died, and I cried as I poured a shovel-full of dirt on your grave.
Some day, I'll see you again. I'll tell you how we won the revolution, and I'll bring you a souvenir: Maybe a plastic bullet, or a tattered red and black flag, or a chunk of the white house.
Until then, don't worry. We'll take care of the Jersey kids and help them whenever they need it.
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Love always,
Tom Ciaccio
Milwaukee, WI
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You didn't know me, but my thoughts are with you and yours right now.
My hope is that you are some place better than this world.
-Shawna
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You'll see devils tearing your life away.
But...if you've made your peace,
Then the devils are really angels
Freeing you from the earth...
Jordan,
As they moved the coffin out of the synagogue, I was trying hard not to cry. And then I saw something that made me laugh. On the side of the coffin was a sticker:
"This Phone Is Tapped."
I cried when I found out that you had died, and I cried as I poured a shovel-full of dirt on your grave.
Some day, I'll see you again. I'll tell you how we won the revolution, and I'll bring you a souvenir: Maybe a plastic bullet, or a tattered red and black flag, or a chunk of the white house.
Until then, don't worry. We'll take care of the Jersey kids and help them whenever they need it.
Love and rage,
Carlo Tresca
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