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maybe ill print up a pic of my shirt. new one starting printing in 2 weeks.
the essays may be killing me.
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WakeThe way I look at society these days is more in a ways of how people decide to live their lives. It isn’t that they should do good or evil as most preachers would say but more like that of some smart guy that doesn’t do anything with his life but talk to himself half naked in front of a TV watching some reality TV show that is extremely bad. I am not that kind of man, but can have the same thoughts as him. So while thinking about life and death and faking life and death I mainly sit there ever few seconds when someone is worth talking to and think. Like right now.Wake
Phase 01: Comfort
When someone goes to a funer
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Jon Eri cont.“The way the world started…” Her voice was my savior. My messiah. “… was that it was said through some smart wise man’s tongue.”Jon Eri cont.
My eyes were focused on her lips. Her lipstick #42 lips. The opened and closed. And shot out lightning bolts of words. Her blue eyes burned into me. I couldn’t help to be drawn into the fire. She was wearing some expensive looking business suit. Expensive women’s dress suit. Expensive women’s dress pants. Expensive wrist watch. I was not even thinking about where in hell she got all the money for this stuff. For some reason I would rather think the worst. She stole it. After all, her mysteriousness made
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EriHer name was Eri. Who knows if that was her real name or not. Who cares. She was something special you would find in an old antique shop when you were 5. Something that you would bring home and put in a box for no one else to see but you. Something that you would hold dear your entire life. You would remember its life story with you. You would remember Eri. Eri liked to make up stories using mostly anything. Like taking the guy adjacent to our booth. She would turn him into a hitman. Not a usual hitman, but a hitman that was doing his job to save his family from a notorious mob boss. In real life this man’s name was most likely BobEri
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