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[sid] => 19463
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Erselan
[time] => 2003-06-23 04:05:00
[hometext] => He asked me to write his life story, not the past just the future, so he could act it out. 'Go to Hell!' I said. [bodytext] => He was a lunatic! undisciplined, undependable unreliable, untrustworthy. Why he was the last thing one would wish for a friend. Outrageous, hilarious at times a cheat, a spoiler a troublemunger. I loved the motherfuctor he was too much! The heart has a reason that reason don't know. He wasn't made for a slow grind like a wild comet burnt out going from here to oblivion. He was always bugging me about his confused life last I saw him he asked me to write his life story not the past just the future so he could act it out. ' Go to Hell ! ' I said he must have played it out joined the army got wasted bled my heart here's to him. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 226 [topic] => 43 [informant] => vincy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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