strates

And then there was death... And then there was me...
And then the gods bowed there heads in honor, as I stepped forth with a keyboard in my hands, perpared to take on the troubles that life would bring me, the mental ones that is.
And then there was the brick wall, and then I walked into that brickwall, and then I decided to stick to my home made computer chair, literally.
And there I sat until the end of the human race, I saw the mushroom cloud, and I saw the brick that knocked me eternally cold.
And for what reason did I live, and for what reason was I born, and for what reason did I die, and for what reason was I buried...
And don't those flowers look pretty?
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