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Jack’s Dead..

Ok.. maybe not.. but he’s dead inside.. at least he smells like he is.
Actually.. he has decided that he doesn’t like me.. something about me having a big ego.. or something crazy like that.
He thinks it will be more fun to travel the world looking for weird artifacts and whatnot..
well Jack, I hope you catch a hella cold, and maybe.. as your laying in the desert watching the vultures circling your soon to perfectly baked carcass, you’ll wish I were near.. to love and to hold.. tightly around the neck.
Bye bye, Jack.

What I have written is entirely true.. unless, of course, I’m Talkin Bull.

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One comment for “Jack’s Dead..”

  1. I’m not dead…
    I’m getting better…
    I don’t want to go on the cart…
    I feel fine…
    I think I’ll go for a walk…
    I feel happy. I feel happy…

    Ow! Why the hell’d you hit me in the head?

    Posted by Jack Deus | March 13, 2008, 10:04 am

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