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January 10, 2007
Hey you! This is not the last time Iím calling out to you. I see you working your way towards a mystified life in a pursuit that might lead you to your demise. Half-matured rockstars and insufficient lies, waiting for the moment when the time is right. Narrow is the path that ants tread and wide is the ocean of melting minds, incinerated are your thoughts and despised are all your kind. Iím no less of a martyr then the ones who have died have not burned enough blood while we cried. Cherish the road to your graves not life.