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Monday, February 21, 2005

Fire fire burning bright

Sometimes, you just feel like burning right? And I don't mean you burning something. I mean burning people. For the sake of my dear readers, I shall kindly refrain from exercising my skill in profanities on these people that deserved them, and spare them from the napalm that is about to spit out of my orifice.

Before I break free from the metallic chains that I imposed on myself, my dear reader, you had better make a hasty escape. Wrong door you nicompoop. That's the door to the washroom. Better make sure you get of of this very building.

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"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.

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