~man i keep have this wierd derams
i should get off that stuff~
hey you guys
* look around for the ninjas but they where not there *
~so the ninjas where part of my dearm and that where i am going to leave thins at~
*look inside of the barn find no one there*
so everone has gone somewhere
and i am talking to myself now
~no your not your are talking to me~
yes but you are part of me
~oh, that is right i forgot~
why am i taking to myself
*loud nose, that sound like a bomb, was coming form the city that is nearby*
* go outside see what i could see, oh i see is somoke, run to the city and i find the others*
hey guys what happen here?
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As life gets longer, awful feels softer.
Well it feels pretty soft to me.
And if it takes shit to make bliss,
then I feel pretty blissfully.
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