Sam... To be honest. I hate your guts. No... actually I hated your guts. Yeah, that would be the proper term. I don't know what the hell happened, it's either me or something, but I do find you more friendlier than before. Including on that night(or morning) when you sudgested I'd sleep. If you check up on the livejournal entry, I really wasn't in the state of mind, and worst off, was/is going through hell now. Just want to say... thanks...
BTW, once in awhile I read up on your poetry, good stuff. Don't stop the 'music'.
Perhaps you woke up, or grew out of the influences that haunt lionels house. Beware, the people in that house are not the most understanding or caring. They're all good people, and each is a very valuable individual. I just think you should be warned that they're very set in their ways. Disturb those ways and they will respond in a hostile manner. Cheers guys!
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BTW, once in awhile I read up on your poetry, good stuff. Don't stop the 'music'.
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