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On weekend...i do remember mr ciagra ...
...it is like picking up flowers...and going to this googley grave...
to lament and to learn - what not to do, or tolerate...
coz my god...made me free...of baldies..
and jezebelles...
it humbles you...this feeling..
surving something so dark and so meticulously planned...
i dont need a 'medal' to live the next day...
coz my days are 'unpredictable'...
and the 'brightest minds' are quite pridictable...
leading them to the googley gory hole of amit...where std's reside..
and pain is parties...
cloudy thougts, cloudy judgements...
all to remind - life is good...
and the best : is coming.