Anyone who can draw out the sword shall become king. My mind is pierced and all thoughts must move around the pain that is it. I knew I had bad news tonight. I was just slightly wrong about whom and the time. The pain started later than I planned.
Do me the favor then when you pull out the sword. Hack what remains of my brain. May I die. It would be merciful.
Friday, June 06, 2008
stress and my kingdom for it
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