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Nicholas Martin (Other) by horus8

To the poets of poemranker & those who knew the ingenius poetry of Settle; A very strange thing happened to me today. I received a phone call from his Mother. Apparently, Nicholas, decided to hang himself dead in his apartment. Nicholas, was my friend, and a brilliant young man. Why he chose to end his life at twenty years of age is just incredibly unjustifiable and a fucking shame. I had him over for dinner earlier this Summer, and I sensed he was depressed, but this is just unbelievable and very disturbing to me. Therefore, I will keep this short. For those of you that shared an interest in his mind as I very much did... Take a moment with me now. A young and beautiful artist has left the building permanently. God bless you Nicholas, and you and your family will be in mine, and my family's prayers. 9-12-03. With love, and condolences, Jeremi Britt Handrinos.

horus8 13-Sep-03/10:36 AM
I would love too... but normally what happens is people are invited to a union. It's a festive time for friends and family to interact to the new clan member, but since you've met this guy (sorry i forgot his name) because, well I've met him once for a ten minutes or so, and I haven't heard from you since? Tyrone? was it? So I appologize, but the last time I checked my 'sister' (that would be you) was a communicative creature not a disappearer. So when you mention the word "sacred" I must snicker. Did you mean 'secret'? Because, I haven't seen you since. I have a sacred relationship with more than one person in my life, and it's never come in between me and closest friends. So know offense but you haven't given me, or Micah, or Nadine a chance to share your heart felt ideologies on the meaning behind what is and isn't sacred. So fucking pardon me. You never allowed me to give you my blessing or love. I never went to any union? What did you guys pitch salt over your shoulders and fuck eachother mute? So spare me your snippets on what is and what isn't crude because I really would have to call you a fucking selfish cunt then and tell you to go fuck yourself. i never got invited to shit, no picture, never got to give you a present, or anything? Don't project your mediocre grasp on reality or relationships at me. I'll call your bluff, and laugh. Friends don't blow off one another because they find a new piece of ass. That's just weak, really cheap and weak, sorry you're high on cock and not thinking clearly. You should get that checked out really. I wouldn't want you turning into a clotheline tender with a tongue for everything but the phone.




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