okay i must admit. i get stoned and see another post by pure and can't help but read it. its kind of like the car wreck you can't look away from even though the driver is hanging out the back window of the car he ran into, but his legs are still sitting in the drivers seat of his car. man, you have a profound way with words, well when you get it grammaticly correct you do. write a fuckin book and publish it. just make sure to catagorize it as fiction. yeah i guess i just wrote this to deliver a prophecy to pure, my uh other person living inside me told me this. "One day you will die, and on this day you shall no longer exist in the world of the living but move on to the spirit world, where the demons will play keep away with whatever dwindeling amount of sanity you have left until you drown in a pit of despair and your own self inflicted burden."

yeah that was ummm....NIC, as in niclke sax