End o' the line.

this is the end... beautiful friends...~

this is the end... my only friend~ the end~

it will be a death of part of me. it is inevitable. but i bet crazyass Charles the comedian can come up with something even better eh ^_^

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why didn't i stop sooner?

because i didn't feel like it. because it didn't feel right. it wasn't the right thing to do... for some reason or another, i had to keep on droppin ya know. relentlessly, as if to prove my spirit. Sure, there are other ways I coulda gone around to doin this, but honestly, (of course) i just did what felt right. who knows God's intentions, ya know. the ultimate schematic- the final fabrication, the rug on the floor, which we will then use to walk and build on.

i was never a junkie, i was never a druggie, an addict or a user. i was always, always faced with that one decision, before i put that shit to my lips... and i always said yes, because at the time, it made shit better.

well life's a lot better than the effects of dxm. there's a whole lot of shit out there man. sure i learned how to chase turtles while riding cheetahs, but in the end you can only have so much turtle before you start turnin into one...

and this dinosaur ain't no beady-eyed armadillo-wannabe!