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Jonathan....the desire of a honest book to burn...looking out upon horizion after horizion. To be me you must impeach me.
If i lay ill choke on the thoughts that imbottle me just look around you.

The mouth is the birth canal of love -As this tale shall be taken farther.

Me buried, to an ill state of mind.Thus preventing me from breathing.The two tons of death only appeal to the sane.? My lust for a shapeless hour in which my omen carries out it's severe deeds. Carried out I will not suffer anymore. Do as you please, splatter my blood along the walls. Please End me with a bang..Not just any bang. One that will be the back bone of the rebelling zombie infants. I WANT A BANG!!! And to grasp my life I only required one thing...That this bang so benevolent that my blood caresses. The environment it thrusts upon, let it rain from the Hell's that fosters a true Prince. Witness what this world and I have to offer,,And as you witness my shapeless blood take place realize that that's the only way Blood can remain Art...This is My Forbidden Craft...My FATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pick one: (a) Destiny in the lines that pull and shove. Or
(b) A formidble blue essence scortches along the skies above.