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Being dead, that is.

We could switch. i don’t mind.

I could go about living and all that laugh and dance. And you could be me and become wise and lonely for the rest of your patience.

Truly, patience is what nurtures a genius into having the courage to maintain strength at a level where it doesn’t cheat on time with lust, not does it get love pregnant with responsibility or a damn child.

Kids are truly a miracle, if you ask me.

This entire book is probably going to be like this. Actually, no. WAIT. I never thought about it. Maybe someone else will die and will join me into my abyss...

My abyss...

Something about that „my” makes me believe I will be alone in this place between time and air... Well, at least I should make the most of it and learn how to type-write with my left hand.

Which, if you think about it, is kind of retarted to assume. You can’t really be a lefty when you’re writing at a keyboard, nor can you be a righty when you’re masturbating a politician off in the dressing room so your parents have a bigger pension, but then you realise that the blow job you gave the senator may as well could’ve been given to the priest next to your house, cause he did molest you back in '75 when priests kept getting put on sick leave and all you kept wondering about was „when will I be able to suck some more dick” cause you trully enjoyed the thrill of it, but then the priest got scared cause he taught it too good to be true so he became paranoid and all of it, then somehow managed to molest another child who did not share the same enthusiasm you had towards his old decrypted dick and told his parents resulting in his sick-leave (as I said previously).

The movies I watch as I roam through the house of the living; quite amazing.

Description

Being dead, that is.

We could switch. i don’t mind.

I could go about living and all that laugh and dance. And you could be me and become wise and lonely for the rest of your patience.

Truly, patience is what nurtures a genius into having the courage to maintain strength at a level where it doesn’t cheat on time with lust, not does it get love pregnant with responsibility or a damn child.

Kids are truly a miracle, if you ask me.

This entire book is probably going to be like this. Actually, no. WAIT. I never thought about it. Maybe someone else will die and will join me into my abyss...

My abyss...

Something about that „my” makes me believe I will be alone in this place between time and air... Well, at least I should make the most of it and learn how to type-write with my left hand.

Which, if you think about it, is kind of retarted to assume. You can’t really be a lefty when you’re writing at a keyboard, nor can you be a righty when you’re masturbating a politician off in the dressing room so your parents have a bigger pension, but then you realise that the blow job you gave the senator may as well could’ve been given to the priest next to your house, cause he did molest you back in '75 when priests kept getting put on sick leave and all you kept wondering about was „when will I be able to suck some more dick” cause you trully enjoyed the thrill of it, but then the priest got scared cause he taught it too good to be true so he became paranoid and all of it, then somehow managed to molest another child who did not share the same enthusiasm you had towards his old decrypted dick and told his parents resulting in his sick-leave (as I said previously).

The movies I watch as I roam through the house of the living; quite amazing.