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Good thing I will never meet the people on the web that read this blog, otherwise I would probablly be lynched and burned alive while having poison poured down my throat. So yea, if you ever meet me in the real world, be nice, I talk about some fucked up shit here. It's a reflection of a part of my mind, not writing about the real me. I will never write about the real me, I think people rarley do anyways, even if they think they really are. Blogs are just places to release your deamons and vent about the images burned into our retinas every day. I say burned because we don't, most of the time, have control of what we view in our world. I know that there are people out there that have my last sentence in their job description. Enough of the conspiricy crap for now, I will save that for an episode when my blood and alchol levels are almost equal.

Actually, I have decided now that I don't have any fucked up stories to tell. Sorry, that kind of sucks I wasted your life, but thats why i write here. Muhaha....