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Boy with the arab strap is working for me this morning.

Been thinking of ways I don't want to go:

1) Foaming at the mouth
2) With a priest hovering over me
3)Tubes and a breathing machine
4) Unaware (i.e. out of my mind)
5) gun shot to head
6) hanging
7) gutting
8) electric jolts
9) Decap (via accident or otherwise)
10) clamps to the head
11) black and decker drill to the knees then temples

Cold hands in this room. My study room is always cold. No heating vents. Gotta get me some holy gloves.

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