How I Could Just Kill a Man

October 6th 1985

You are the one who swallows my feelings, keeps my secrets
The one who knows me like no-other, my fears and targets
After all these solitude years there is one secret I have not spoken
As I had woken, our bond together had now but been broken…

….Im sorry my diary.

Blah blah blue sheep
Have u ever been so cheap
keep quiet while we sneak
U in to the bakk of my car
Sell u on the market
For Christmas dinner
A man/sheep I must be a killer =(
Put if I get my money
Then I can get drunk
With Daubs n solo and sell the drops to the pup