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take this with you today.
do just one.

i will c u tomorrow

 

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yeah, he's done for today.

 

[1diesel1]

I feel your pain being molested by the baby sitter. I was 3 or 4. The memories didn’t come back to me till I was in my mid 30s. She was blonde long hair.
I asked my mom about her. She was a foreign exchange student from Switzerland. It was 1973 or 1974.
I remember things she did to me,
None of my family believe me.
I live with this grief every day.
If I could meet her again we would have to have a serious conversation.

 

[1diesel1]

She showed me her, she put my hands in places on her. I didn’t understand what or why this was happening.
This affected me looking back in my younger days. I was shy around girls growing up. There was a trust thing I couldn’t get a hold of. Mom leaving at 5 years of age for drugs and another man didn’t help. I found my way through my teens and twenty’s destroying everything I touched with hard drugs, hoars and HEAVY METAL!!

 

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about out. a 30yr friend called. financed my first car for me. um... oh- i was going to wait to chop the godfather og, but um... cause i prefer to, "TIMBER!", just before sunrise, but same thing- it's a 30%er... how much stronger do i need n the white widow xtrm was 2/3-ish, as strong n scared the weinerdog. so... plus, with the cleaning n stuffs... I'll b busy, enough.
and the car shizzle..

 

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remember how i tell peeps, post whatever... let it b a colab. let peeps continue to share themselves. broken pieces, brought together, in tragedy, laced together in life and catharsis, to create something beautiful.

thank you, diesel. I'm so so so sorry.

i will have u ridin bytch, on the trail, with me.

you only improve the picture the puzzle, creates. and you're a big peace... anyway.

 

[1diesel1]

remember how i tell peeps, post whatever... let it b a colab. let peeps continue to share themselves. broken pieces, brought together, in tragedy, laced together in life and catharsis, to create something beautiful.

thank you, diesel. I'm so so so sorry.

i will have u ridin bytch, on the trail, with me.

you only improve the picture the puzzle, creates. and you're a big peace... anyway.

No sorry bro! Diesel don’t ride bytch:)

 

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just when u thought u should turn from the path.. an empty vault... filled with goldnlight.

it's a sign. keep going, diesel.

 

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the triples- when life hits u with multiple obstacles, at full speed: it's like riding a horse: things go alot more smoothly, absorbing the shocks, on your knees.

 

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remind me- 2 runs... trail...

t4: "TIMBER"... smaller, than it looked. made a commitment to g. I'm not finished...
30%ers ghost train haze and godforsaken og

 

[1diesel1]

T-5?

 

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remember- showed g THE WAY . Michael Douglas

 

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T-5?

i wish. led/s.2x 3000 watt and one, one k. they all burn in the 600s, unfortunately. the red, 1000, does the most good.

 

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t5's weren't up to snuff, til just after i clicked, "yes, please".

 

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think we said 4-700 par, with the reinstatement, of ummm... u know when... overlap

 

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so i took gods' trail, twice... once, for myself, deep in thought, prayer n cowschwitz.
the second time, i got off n had a cigarette, while i sent diesel off, wide open, so to speak. shork fuckers take alot more of a beating; being so much nearer to hell. his low, center of gravity, kept him balanced, his entire life... and trail.
interestingly enough, the turnaround point was 50 yards, in front of ptsd Steve's dirt. i often overlooked, gods' path, jumping over it, enroute to somewhere else, but being near a fracture, always brought me peace... and closer to Larry the roofer's...

u have to learn to forgive. people are different. cultures r different and it can b difficult to comprehend the path, lying before you.
the third time, i shared it with my lovely g, in the hoopty... as she rummaged through her purse, and did her nails, albeit, she'd taken a capsule; trustingly, as I'd scared her and the weinerdog, before.
she said something, at the end. it's pertinent, private and like i told her, "wherever the path leads you... that's for u. that's between YOU and YOUR GODS.". and then

I MET A MAN

phil, has had my um... um... patronage, but not the vocabulary, i desired... for years. today, was different:

"hey, phil... how was your holiday... how is your family?". phil, never, unglues his cinderblock, smile.

he said his holidays were pretty good. i could not afford to take care of Phil's peeps, this year and I'd run out of cookies.

"i asked you a question, phil and i noticed, you avoided it... i said, 'how is your family?'".

his family, isn't doing well. Christmas, was hard on the man. I'll put phil and company, on THE LIST.

 

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ptsd Steve, made it home, from his heart, surgery. it didn't go well. they cut the man, twice. we'll see.
g asked me, when I'd cut the trail short, where ptsd steve and ptsd Steve's wife's home is, in relation to gods' path. i said, "i suspect, it's right over there, right where ptsd Steve's heart, IS.

now, zues, is a horse, that belongs to car wash Joe's beautiful family. remember? we leveled his yard n now, he will wash penny's car, as neighbor bill, continues to receive head injuries because nobody seems to geasp that if a man is falling outta bed, trying to p... and is unable to elevate, himself... why have u not put his fucking mattress, on the floor, yet?

a horse that looks just like the grecian, diety... awaited g, at the end of OUR path.

 

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fuel's hemmorage, was playing, as she did her nails.

 

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74 gr god og... haha...

x .18=13.3gr, when dry, prolly. shouldn't have topped... like black d.

3mo for 13gr and at least 5wks, from processing, viability... yeah... legislation, will b cool with that.

 

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that's not to say they weren't stalled and these gals were traumatized, as u know. remember what i sad, about the abilities to hyde, oops's? one would never know. that's not y we come here, is it? to hyde?