I have never bragged about being sane, me, myself and personally.
Irregardless of the consequenses, I honestley state now, that I am not. T.
Dont' tell me you have gotten tired of living. Only this phase of your play-like.
Only minutes away... the unconsciousness I crave. And the doorway to dreams, where things are acceptable.
Did you ever steal food for yourself? Ever trade yourself for food? It is not. T. that repulsive, as I thought.
Should I sell T-shirts and T-shorts on this website? Only exotic avatars need apply for modeling slots.
Jume Moom Noom Doom Soom.
Toom.
Toom.
One of me used to be a rich, happy Republican. Clearly a man of influence; relatively that. Not.T.anymore.
Grief haff graffted my once phertal mind. My best friend, my buddy, my Amos was killed on the highway tody.
I am done.
2 comments:
I can't even begin to imagine how you're grieving, but I will grieve if you stay away.
Thanks, my friend, for the warm kind words. Time will do its' thing, I know.
Take care, McGehee, see ya soon over at your place.
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