Anger ManagementGood day my friend. I hope you are comfortable in your shell of death and weariness and everything tha you ever though that you ever thought life could possibly be. I'm here for the sole purpose of telling you what it is that you will become one day...nothing. Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you, you nothing of nothing of nothing. Go ahead now, think all of those suicidal thoughts. Let the entire world know what it is that you are thinking. Do you really think that they care? No fucking one does! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCKYOU!fukYOU!FUCKYOU!!!!!FUCKYOU!FUCKYOU!FUCKYOU!FUCKYOU!FUXKYou!!Anger Management
$85 The sharp melody of a violin in a minor key seemed absolutely necessary to set the scene, crying in the backround, moaning a pitiful ballad. The reflection of my fork displayed a setting of soft brown lighting, an army of lights and windows, and a young man...child...man. He had jet black hair that was sharp enough to cut glass and dark eyes that crackled like thunder inside of a winery.$85
"Are you gonna finish that bite?", asked a voice from across the table. The voice was in a comfortable
My willUpon my death the following instructions are to be complied with at my own request. While there is technically no legal binding of the following document, I am confident that its contents will, at the least, be taken into serious consideration upon my death.My will
My funeral is asked to be attended by the following: Family (that being family on both sides), James Rasley, Dakota Miles, Samuel Brown, Wayne Nealy, Chris Baur, Connie Hines. List is subject to change in the future
No music, literature, poetry, prose, or anything else pertaining to my creative aspect is to be prese
I am FrancesI am Frances. I am Frances and I have seen all that there is to see. I am jaded in every sence of the word. Every shape and form. I am the bottom of every well. The seed of every child. I am love. I am hate. I am Frances.I am Frances
I am Frances. I am Frances and I am dying. The razor blade splits. A feeling unlike that of being cut, but of being spread apart. A feeling cold, and empty, and dark, and anything but satisfying.
I am Frances. I am Frances and I choose to end my life here, today, in this room, with everyone watching. I stand here on this lit stage and i tare open my throat. And I bleed here in the light.
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