Friday, May 15, 2009

death. i dested that word. i detested it unitl the one day i met it. and it came in the form of Slyvester Adams.

No, he didn't smoke like you see in all those "above the influence" commericials. No he didn't take drugs. No, Sylvester Adams was a different kind of death.

The death in which you live and breath but you are doing it for others and are never happy yourself.

To be continued...

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