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Today was a good day. Alot of sitting, standing, and sleeping. After all it is the seventh day, the day of rest, Christianity rocks my socks off, plus Liana was here, so of course it was great, careful, your jealousy is showing... I officially take my place in spotlight as part of "The Man" tomorrow, by starting my new job. "Got money, i'll do anything for you, got money, just tell me what you want me to." Oh you need to read this true story, that is real, an actual thing that happened in real true life...
In FRANCE, Jacques LeFevrier left nothing to chance when he decided to commit suicide. He stood at the top of a tall cliff and tied a noose around his neck. He tied the other end of the rope to a large rock. He drank some poison and set fire to his clothes. He even tried to shoot himself at the last moment. He jumped and fired the pistol.
The bullet missed him completely and cut through the rope above him. Free of the threat of hanging, he plunged into the sea. The sudden dunking extinguished the flames and made him vomit the poison. He was dragged out of the water by a kind fisherman and was taken to a hospital, where he died of hypothermia.
It's funny, like totally haha, I mean he did get his wish...oh here's a poem I wrought this morning, if you don't like it then to bad you already read it, sucks for you...sleep well, unless it's tomorrow, inwhich case, wake the fuck up....
Beleive in this best for you,
I could never walk it through,
But in some planes, follow dew,
This will be no thing new...
You will learn to love again,
Guess I'll never guess again,
This will mean me to me,
I could never have a thing,
If i'm me you'll never know,
Your love is all i've ever known...
It's another point of view,
Look at me when I was you,
but time has come to try again,
I will lose another friend...
You will see another me,
I was never anything,
This will never open hate,
I have no means to devistate,
Come on down the waters fine,
Some thing is a stolen line...
In FRANCE, Jacques LeFevrier left nothing to chance when he decided to commit suicide. He stood at the top of a tall cliff and tied a noose around his neck. He tied the other end of the rope to a large rock. He drank some poison and set fire to his clothes. He even tried to shoot himself at the last moment. He jumped and fired the pistol.
The bullet missed him completely and cut through the rope above him. Free of the threat of hanging, he plunged into the sea. The sudden dunking extinguished the flames and made him vomit the poison. He was dragged out of the water by a kind fisherman and was taken to a hospital, where he died of hypothermia.
It's funny, like totally haha, I mean he did get his wish...oh here's a poem I wrought this morning, if you don't like it then to bad you already read it, sucks for you...sleep well, unless it's tomorrow, inwhich case, wake the fuck up....
Beleive in this best for you,
I could never walk it through,
But in some planes, follow dew,
This will be no thing new...
You will learn to love again,
Guess I'll never guess again,
This will mean me to me,
I could never have a thing,
If i'm me you'll never know,
Your love is all i've ever known...
It's another point of view,
Look at me when I was you,
but time has come to try again,
I will lose another friend...
You will see another me,
I was never anything,
This will never open hate,
I have no means to devistate,
Come on down the waters fine,
Some thing is a stolen line...