Dear momma I'd trade my life for yours behind heavenly doors. Me living the life of a romantic was a real fucking nuisance to romance in her life so umm...yeah. Only thing that could make me cry is me in heaven looking down on mother knowing her son went out a legend. And all that socialite facebook shit don't cut it. Ima do right by pops and jewish people (who might have been insulted by a rap joint of mine) I'll drop to atleast like 110lbs at 5'10 (which is HOLOCAUST TALK). a 40 year old juvenile diabetic whos been dignosed with heart defect a long time ago. I might have lived with balls small in physical size but worst case scenario I die before 27th...I'll have large testicles in my heavenly spirit.. Speaks the truth on all that will be composed of legend without a booth. But in the least likely scenario...as I said goat, I like reading so I stick to the plot (pavel lots of time). Whoda thunk I'd be face to face with death to get the attention I longed for as a kid. Come to think of it, I never thought into attention..I was just living my own plot I created with my imagination wild. Not a plot defined by others. Just my imagination in the desperation of an outcast only 6 years old. (yeh, I get out casting spells defeating 6!) I got the brilliance of best with the compliance of rest. I want to apologise ahead of time to those who may be troubled seeing such.