Saturday, January 26, 2013

It Was Not The Colonel, Last hight I was at the edge.

I have absolutely no idea who was hacking into my blog, last night. I thought it was a joke, at first, then he began reading my blogs without going to the actual blog. It was crazy, to say the least..
   If I go crazy will you still call me Superman if I'm alive and well will you be there holding my hand? Three Doors Down I am having for breakfast this am after a very strange night.
   Dreaming right away,nothing seems to fill this place, I need this every time.just take your elastic off my case and someday I will find a love that flows through me like this and this will fall away ..this will fall away .I'm getting closer to pushing me off life's ledge, cuz I'm a  loser sooner or later you know I'll be dead you're getting closer to holding the rope and taking the fall. Cause I'm a loser, I'm a loser, yea.
    This is getting old, I can't break these chains that I hold. My body's growing cold There's nothing left of this mind or my soul, addiction is a pacifier, the buzz of this poison is taking me higher and this will fall away this will away,this will fall away i'm getting closer closer to holding the rope and taking the fall, cause I'm a loser. That is what I had felt like after keeping a dark secret for over twenty years. I may sound stupid but if there is a kid out there that reads this blog and it touyches them somehow, please, leave me a comment and I will get in touch and save your life. That is a promise. Now, that I rebuilt my computer, minus the code, I will be making an entrance daily. I'll make you laugh, cry, get mad and most of all I will help you find your way. Finding my way, I've been gone for so long. I lost count of the years. Yes, I sang some bad songs and I felt some bad tears. RUSH I'd cry, too, if I didn't have the great Neil Peart, the professor. Later,  theblogmeister

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