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some un mentionable person (bag) said that i am crazy. well, lets talk about this, shall weee?
now, crazy means alot of things, right? (rehtorical) yes, it does. if i jumped off a cliff into the ocean everyday, people would say im crazy. if burned myself with cigarettes, people would say i am crazy. if i dug up dead boddies out of graveyards at midnight by the light of the moon for the purpose of sexual intercourse with decomposing, maggot ridden flesh, people would say im crazy. (not saying that i dont like to do any of these things but just out of the blue, someone calls me, ME, crazy. no ryme nor reason. why? ah! good question, but one that has no answer.
good bye for now. i have preperations to make for tonight. full moon, soft earth, and the lustful smell rotting has called.