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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-03/9:34 PM
Ha, that's where you're wrong my friend. We are the same, but opposite. You are a learned English cripple chortling a full 35 hours a week to my twenty five on the ranker. While I'm a rogue American cripple. But you are physically challenged, while I am spiritually and mentally crippled. What we have in common is "in this frail life line of ours" in order to pull it all off with is the fiction underneath the truth, because, you know as well as I do they are the same before and after the deed is done. Money buys time. I love time. We both use our insatiable need for time and self mutilation via internet and other invisible worlds because, we 'just fucking can'. Period. Why not, I mean you have Mommy's money to burn you spoon fed ancient twat, and I have my cock earned green backs. We are both handicapped and escaping, daily, so drink a nice warm cup of piss and honey, lover, call the servant into finger bang the last hole on you still with a voice, and shut the fuck up.




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