My teeth are totally fucked up! The chest pains have stopped and the suicidal thoughts are down to every 13 hours. 2007 does not sound like the year of the good health and easy pleasure of 2006... 40 in March big fucking deal when your suicidal and facing a total body failure. Type 2 has taken it's pound of flesh. Be a man you fucking piece of shit! Fight back and rub it the face of doctors,dentists, and staff who try to take cheap shots at you. Share the misery with those who look to fuck with your shit problems. Think of Richard III and John Lydon by using your gifts as a actor. "Now is the winter of are discontent made glorious summer by this son of York."
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