live care share everything with your brother what’s mine is yours and yours is mine and I delight in light reflected from thousands of faces nightly, crying out to God or someone like Him in hopes for rest from the despair respite in spite of being spiteful and cite the sight for being so delightful an eye full a brain thinks 10,000 planes can’t hold us all so whats so terror-fying? the odds of dying are better than those of living, much less when trying so please be forgiven and sent back down to earth your punishment for giving it up to the up-higher, a step higher into another dimensional realm this fiction has failed with me at the helm overwhelemed and close to selling my last breath on ebay telling those that visit my website will listen to whatever I have to say, still it’s like I’ve got to threat to kill before I will get the least bit of attention or respect out of you scum