Eulogy
The assassin has overcome my last defense, And now he's come to murder me.
In the end, what separates a man from a slave. Money? Power? No, a man chooses, a slave obeys. You think you have memories. A farm, a family, the airplane, the crash, and then this place.
Was there really a family?
Did that airplane crash? Or was it hijacked, forced down by something less than a man. Something bred to sleepwalk through life, until activated by a simple phrase spoken by their kindly master.
Was a man sent to kill? Or a slave? A man chooses, a slave obeys.
Stop. Would you kindly?
Would you kindly? A powerful phrase. A familiar phrase?
Sit. Would you kindly? Stand. Would you kindly? Would You Kindly run?
Stop! A man chooses, a slave obeys.
OBEY!
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Yo.
Why, thank you!
Don't know when you were last on, but I felt like leaving a comment. (That, and you didn't have one during '09 yet.)
And your profile caught my interest, too. *shrugs*
nice profile *nods*
Oh! You're here!
Haven't seen you in here in a while. Yeah, I have. But I have a lot of work I still need to do :/
I haven't been here in a while. Ah, it seems you've really changed things.
.......OH NOEZ.....xD
in answer to your question on my profile... 'cause I could.
I get home about... 8. Queen told me it had been an hour.
What time did you get home??? I can't remember when I got off...lol