People have been misinterpreting my latest entry besides this one. Are my words not clear enough? Eh...It doesn't really matter. I will soon enough be long gone without leaving any trace. Known by name and outward exterior nothing more. No deep steps are left in this ground....

Still such a lonely place without Crissy...

End.

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"Close those fucking doors!"

That is exactly what I will do.

Sick in the head!

Can you tell me how to get...How to get chopped up in little pieces? Big Bird is quite an angry fellow. Elmo has been puffin' that magic Bert and Erny again I see. Grouch McTrashcan...You just killed another black kid. Cookie Monster doesn't mind the fish smell of his new favorite dish ( Read more... )

Gradually down into the tray of killers, two ashes collide creating a distribution of the tiny particles. In one of the particles of ash, you can see a world of men and women moving about a world that is gray and filled with that famous element of destruction. Devastation with a touch of smoke has swallowed these people whole feeding on them ( Read more... )

My head hurts like a bitch with a meat cutter. Ouch!

The aggitation grows.

Feeling like shit.

Wish the cold blew away.

Today was a waste of a day.

Smash a hammer into my head.

Ready to leave...

I do not portray
I am

A stray cat roaming to find his home
But tis too far a distance
He seeks comfort amongst the crowds
To only tire the fakeness of his laughter

Birds of a feather
Always stick together

I'll be in seclusion for a while...