i hope on my birthday, your eyes release tears of blood like mine did last night. On word of your death, the angels come from above to carry your misshapen soul to the fiery pits of hell, where you be tormented for being a horrible human being. You broke my heart, spirit and mind. As I now begin to try and rebuild, by first assessing what has been done, then creating a plan of resoration. A plan to fill that gaping hole in my chest where you resided. pills, drinks, carcinogenics and broken bottles will fill it temporarily. Now trying to replace the friends I've lost, that is impossible. At least for the time being that seems trite.

on that being said i end this.