So, as far as Jordan goes.... Fuck her. I'll do nothing, it is better that way. Why waste my heart on someone who may or may not share my feelings. I feel if she can't do anyting without me running out and saving her from it then I need to stop saving her. She'll learn. Other than that I have been given a job. I start on March 16th. This is awesome. It's only goin gto be about 3 days a week, but it's better than nothing. I feel every SG Toon Town person should go to EE Burritos on 22nd an P and get some fantastic food. But now I need to unleash the "Philosopher convict" (thanks Hamptone, I love that)
Restless and begging for rest. Sleepless. My kingdom for a nap. Loveless. My soul for a hug. Deafend. I just want to hear. I can't hear if you are calling me. I am alone. I can't be. I am. Inside my self. I want out. No more cell. More harm than good. Twist me, tear me, pull me, I WILL NOT BREAK! I AM NOT AN ANIMAL! I DO NOT NEED A CAGE! I liked them once. Respect. Admiration. Envy. Now I hate them. To put me in a cage. Then lock me in my own home. Fuck you, Give me ME back. I was a contributing member of society. Who cares where the money came from. So I sold some weed. I made $7000 a month. I spent $7000 a month. That's $7000 into the hurting economy. I donatd about $100 a week or more to many different causes. I would not sell to kids. I would not force, trick or even try to convince some to buy anything. If someone told me they were quitting I told them how to do it. Who to talk to. What to do. I helped. I made things good. I got alot of people off alot off drugs in my days since cleaning up. I was a bad man. I was hate. I was anger. I was bad. I have repented. I will continue to help. I will not give in and do things they're way because the government says it's right. Often, it's wrong. I am not a criminal anymore. I wasn't a criminal when I sold weed. Weed is not a gateway drug. Alcohol and cigarettes are. Think to your selves. Which came first? And before any, why did you ever start. I don't even take painkillers while I live in pain. I am unclouded. I AM NOT BAD! I am.
Thanks. Me love you long time.
Restless and begging for rest. Sleepless. My kingdom for a nap. Loveless. My soul for a hug. Deafend. I just want to hear. I can't hear if you are calling me. I am alone. I can't be. I am. Inside my self. I want out. No more cell. More harm than good. Twist me, tear me, pull me, I WILL NOT BREAK! I AM NOT AN ANIMAL! I DO NOT NEED A CAGE! I liked them once. Respect. Admiration. Envy. Now I hate them. To put me in a cage. Then lock me in my own home. Fuck you, Give me ME back. I was a contributing member of society. Who cares where the money came from. So I sold some weed. I made $7000 a month. I spent $7000 a month. That's $7000 into the hurting economy. I donatd about $100 a week or more to many different causes. I would not sell to kids. I would not force, trick or even try to convince some to buy anything. If someone told me they were quitting I told them how to do it. Who to talk to. What to do. I helped. I made things good. I got alot of people off alot off drugs in my days since cleaning up. I was a bad man. I was hate. I was anger. I was bad. I have repented. I will continue to help. I will not give in and do things they're way because the government says it's right. Often, it's wrong. I am not a criminal anymore. I wasn't a criminal when I sold weed. Weed is not a gateway drug. Alcohol and cigarettes are. Think to your selves. Which came first? And before any, why did you ever start. I don't even take painkillers while I live in pain. I am unclouded. I AM NOT BAD! I am.
Thanks. Me love you long time.
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beledi:
The Jedi knew what they were doin' 
beledi:
The slave girls in iron bikinis being the ultimate benefit to the dark side. Hell with the money and power, we have chicks in iron bikinis!