Just tell Dutch you were getting stoned and that's why you couldn't reply. He'll understand.
What's your anti-drug?
I'm almost finished with the second installment of my story. It took a serious twist after I had a dream.
Emma is wonderful. I know I say that a lot and it has probably lost its meaning, but she really is wonderful. And wonderful is my euphemism for "the most superlative being ever created by the perfect hands of the Divine One."
If there is a God, He probably retired after making Emma. What "Hidden Hands In the Sadist Nation" is to Darkest Hour is what Emma is to God. After "Hidden Hands..." Darkest Hour can only go downhill, because it's just their best. It was their most artistic form of catharsis and it bled them dry.
I love the way she everythings. I have felt things with her that make me wonder if I'm even concious. The tastes, the textures, the scents all these things are coming from nowhere. There is no food when I'm with her, yet you wouldn't believe the feeling in my mouth. I hope that all the wonderful things that are rhetoric in our relationship will never fade.
I don't know how I feel about every entry turning into a lavish tribute to her wonder, but in this winter I'd rather be burnt by the fire than face the cold.
I'm almost finished with the second installment of my story. It took a serious twist after I had a dream.
Emma is wonderful. I know I say that a lot and it has probably lost its meaning, but she really is wonderful. And wonderful is my euphemism for "the most superlative being ever created by the perfect hands of the Divine One."
If there is a God, He probably retired after making Emma. What "Hidden Hands In the Sadist Nation" is to Darkest Hour is what Emma is to God. After "Hidden Hands..." Darkest Hour can only go downhill, because it's just their best. It was their most artistic form of catharsis and it bled them dry.
I love the way she everythings. I have felt things with her that make me wonder if I'm even concious. The tastes, the textures, the scents all these things are coming from nowhere. There is no food when I'm with her, yet you wouldn't believe the feeling in my mouth. I hope that all the wonderful things that are rhetoric in our relationship will never fade.
I don't know how I feel about every entry turning into a lavish tribute to her wonder, but in this winter I'd rather be burnt by the fire than face the cold.