say goodbye at nine o'clock

I mourn for his loss... it's going to be a long hard road...

if only those heavy things would stop working and.. at least it would buy you more time...

but that's wishful thinking... I guess we have to face facts and let certain things be...

because it's what mother mary would tell us...

and I guess you won't feel as much pain as you would if you tried chasing zebras..

don't shoot yourself in the foot yet... that bullet is better placed eslewhere.. hopefully not into any part of your body... maybe in someone else's..

you're not alone.. we're all suffering the same recession.. at least I listen.. and you do.. or at least you pretend that you're listening.. but what the heck.. at least I don't feel like shit

oh well deep well.. we're both victims of circumstance.. but your tragedy is a lot more... shitty

mine is pretty much stupid.. whichever angle you look at it..

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