:: Thursday, May 27, 2004 ::

Jeff I miss you. Why did this fucking god make it this way. He is such a fuck. I miss you and the tears stream with too much freedom. Nothing is accomplished in this. Nothing, I just feel like I got served a fuck sandwich. I need you here with me. This god is such a fucker. I miss you so fucking much. Please come back to me. PLEASE! FUCK!

You were and always will be my best friend, I need you here, I don't like the fucking pile of dirt. I come to see you. I cry. Fuck this flesh, fuck this life, burn me or whatever you need to do, just let me see him one more time you stupid fucker!
:: < Tortured > 11:56 PM [+] ::
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Wash, wash away...
no bath or soap can get rid of my presence
didn't I say till death do we part
didn't I say in sickness and health
when did you forget this promise?
and is insanity not a sickness?
no fever or chills the symtoms
did you really think this was fake?
who the fuck do you think I am?
what is our spirit built upon
fuck you god and presence of heaven
fuck off the sanctity of shit
this is a nightmare
this life in flesh
fuck you and your heaven

:: < Tortured > 10:26 PM [+] ::
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