I like large tushes and I cannot be untruthful. Other siblings are not able to refute. When a female saunters in with a short distance between her hips and a round thing in your face you get sprung. "Infant Got Posterior"
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I have become immune to the things that made me think that other types of mind yuck were inferior to what I deserved and it seems more than ever that people die from cures riddled with poison. Help us leave the ever ripening stench of ___want a gateway drug___??? Kill the Pill before it kills you. It will. I have had one more friend pass away because of these ridiculous “cures”.
I miss Paul. I am sick of pain, but not sick enough to die in vain. Bury the pills. This is an epidemic. When they are there, there is no control. It is impossible to say no. The doctor won’t stop giving them to me. If I die today, let them know that I went this way. For want of peace, I became a slave to this artifice.
Sleep, Paul. You are missed and loved down here. I will try to right this place now that you’re gone.