for all of the men who were damned, only i knew what not to do at a stoplight. I knew that I weren't to not have to ask again with the teacher in the desk of discovery and the existence of enigma, i truly understood that day what it meant to be in a car of crusading flight. i did NOT call jehovah's witness to ask for a new shield, i did NOT call my chiropractor to bring to his attention my in car to be new inside discover but with her, the notion that i was to be slowly pressured down my head, this was it, before i died i needed to make my story known on a no-name website, what they may think is a rambling shitpost is their last true key to sacrifice and knowledge, if they become smart enough to see what's truly written beneath
