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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 14-Sep-03/3:05 PM

It's about doing something on a level
bigger and more socially and culturally significant patty, than Whittier, and you, or me. It's a love for the healing
power and adventure of story and... It's my destiny and i am committed to making a difference, somehow before I die.
So take that cock out of your mouth, you treacherous cunt, and quit projecting your guilt about the truth of the real matter at hand back at me... You have betrayed our friendship. you are a liar. your union? There was no wedding that i know of, so i don't understand what you are talking about. you mean that you ARE IN LOVE. Just be honest, and say it, you are caught up in love qand blowing everyone and everything else off. Are you blind? i recieved no invitation, heard of no reception, all you said was that the two of you had given eachother your vows? I do that every day with my girlfriend too. "A union" you are vague. you show up say "I'm married" i'm like what? when? you say well not really just verbally between us, and I'm thinking wow, "she's finally gone over the deep end that she's so old and still not married, so she's talked this poor shmuck into some weird verbal union, and that's why he has this glazed sheep boy look in his eyes like he still doesn't even know what's fucking happened to him, sounds more like Circe keeping the men on her island to me". You can't fool me, your truth of union is a lie of FEARRRRRRRRRRR! ha ha!

You are now like everyone else with the actual 'egos' and 'selfish' natures we always stood up against. You actually got me to open up to you, and then turn around and use it as your weapon? you think I'm unaware of who I am or what i do?
You dare! Of all the Gaul. you give an ear and a shoulder and then use the sad truth as your pathetic weapon? By calling me a whore? ha ha ha. i knew it all along. you'll sell anyone out, even your best friends, for a mouthfull of cock and attention. you make me sick. you are banned from my life and no longer my son's god mother, and you know what else? He's going to leave you in fourteen months. Irreconcilable differences.




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