I'm tired of people who have not been at war who know all about it.

The problem is we trust technology. We put our trust in the safing of the warheads, and we neglect the human side, because tech problems are easy and human problems are hard.

Of all that is written, I love only that which a man has written with his blood. Write with blood, and you will find that blood is spirit.

I was on the rode and the moon was full and with that the night was mine for I saw all the pain out in the world. And I turned it upside down with my two scents and start running from crime scene to crime. Scene. And I was the one who was taking pics and reporting it all for the high ups but I was like a painter of the truth in a world of never ending drama that these others kept going on and on until there was no one left to feel the damage of there coldness. The streets was empty and the cold rode was alone but you could get more done that way into the eyes of yourself on the night like darkness setting in the wind and you can't even see that stuff before it happens. But you live past the bull and you know what I mean you start running the streets and you became the gamer of life in the cold world of so many dice that you can't stop rolling on and doing you you know.

Oh the root beer flowed and the people was dancing. Then a man walked up in the place and he was all in the face of some women on the side of the bar he did not see me. And realize that revenge was about to take place as I moved around the bar. And danced with danger all in my steps taking out the whole bar running from what I killed and now no one was left to tell evil to me about how I did not disappear fast enough now I don't need to disappear at. The crazy
Which was not left around to flick the flames back at my own situations for life was crazy and I was not know so I had no choice run and make the new and be the puzzles which no one could solve a cold case out the brief which others could not understand at all how I was on top with out witnesses.

The drink flew on the ground as I ran the streets to get away from death. A crazy man who coughs all hours of the nights and says what's up then chases me around the table. So I run and then when I do he falls in the well and I call the emergency crews to get. Him out but I get away with the money and the freedom to runn with about 80million dollars and a clear mind to say I want to start over and never look back and change my name for the better hey now. TheEnd

Night brother

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