Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you Aaron, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for cindy crawford has driven you in endless circles, chasing the beating of hearts in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find her, none of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave video producer who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby. This comment section will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you, the monster trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirit, it doesn't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. Ryan reynolds, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my hero. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.
Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you Aaron, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for cindy crawford has driven you in endless circles, chasing the beating of hearts in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find her, none of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave video producer who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby. This comment section will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you, the monster trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirit, it doesn't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. Ryan reynolds, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my hero. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.
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Anakin Skywalker, fallen jedi who at the end found the light again. As you continue to watch and listen the visuals and audio will become more peaceful and harmonic. Watch the video till the end and try to find the light again just like Anakin did Download: iamares.bandcamp.com/track/anakin-skywalker-sith-to-jedi-interactive-audio-journey
May I comment RU-vid?? I have had high blood pressure for years. Top number average 189. Bottom number average 95. Took BP after 30 mins of listening to the heart beat. Top number 119. Bottom number 56. Need I say more?? No joke. 😊😊😊
Yes it was evil but what can be done He was 6 years old in his modified teenage body This was 2001 The smith and wesson model 5946 Lay on the table The two magazines lay next to him The journal bought in a blick store From a foreign land it came Contained the full name and dates of births of those that had wronged him in his handwriting The pencil lay in it with the sharpener Both stolen but the red journal was bought with his own money Now he waited this should be easy he could teleport now and he had money He sat in his old kitchen in his first hole Today was September 9 2001
