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hands like fire, Hel
Wednesday, November 26, 2008 @ 4:30 AM


i hereby stand in front of all of you with my right upper limb in the air waving gloriously
to the people that can't be seen walking around aimlessly looking for Jim Morrison who
happens to be dead. All that connections nobody found which consist ties that never existed
finally came true. Heavens may open up to those who deemed themselves Holy and Hell opens up to those who thought they're Holy.

Honestly, i don't know what the hell i'm typing . . . AIRGO . . . i just wasted a couple of
ten seconds or probably a minute of your life. Congratulations to me.

i was sick yesterday, was fighting every single pain i have to send her home.in the end, i didn't.
thanks to me, she's sick now.
i am seriously sorry my love.
Please take your meds and rest well.
i am thinking of you right now.
i pray you will be fine as soon as possible.
i love you.

Hate me all you want. i will hold a Helmizar sized mirror.