You just want to say all the forbidden words. Do all the terrible things people perceive as unforgettable and get them out of the way up front. Let everyone know that you are someone who is not be revered. Never be held up as a shining example of anything. Two fingers over your top lip gets vile and hatred tossed at you by such high minded individuals that only get their assistant pregnant while their wife is at home. Loafing around dealing with something as petty as cancer. By a picture. Not by a hundred page opus that explains the answers to the world as seen through the eyes of a person that thought so full of themselves to a hundred page suicide letter before you kill yourself. Leave it to the pros like Koresh. Korseh in Front of the Camera. He seemed to be living to die. It is still a wonder to think what was going through his mind when it really became go time. The first night after the ATF came to reign down Armageddon on him and his people. Sitting there bleeding, staring into a camera talking to the mystery that was going on outside. Was he completely gun ho or was there a piece of him that thought, should I have eaten Dairy Queen last week because I’ll never have that again. No more Belt Busters.
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