Other days death is a plesant thing. It keeps life in line, but let's it last just as long as it's supposed to. It is nice to know that death, the parent of the two, takes responsibility for it's child. When the child does not live in harmony with the parent's rules, the roof comes crashing down. Then the child's father regrets it, and tells their child that they were too good for this world anyways. Which they usually were. Death is my daddy. Lisa, daddy loves you very much. Jamie loves you very much. Forget the pain and fly away.

You own, Bruk Lore.

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis