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My beautiful story
Tick.. tock�. Tick..tock the clock went, 9am I thought. The sun was shining down just like any other day, but I was on my way to a special place. 9.30 came and final boarding call was heard. Shortly after boarding I thought, should I really be here? Some time around 10:30 the combination of vodka and night nurse kicked in, shaking violently I thought of the fun that was going to come ahead. I soon passed out.
I was awoken in Mexico City, I was here. A taxi came for me, the driver was Leroy. He was gay. We made our way to that special area of town. It was there I saw it, my favourite actor, working as a butcher. He had starred in such seminal classics as �Police Academy 7: Mission to Moscow�, but now he had been reduced to this. Not since his supporting role in �Suburban Commando� had I see him covered in so much blood. But this was real blood, not coloured corn syrup. The claret tones of a Mexican butchers shop were beautiful in afternoon light. I quickly entered.
�Is that you Stephen?� he said. How did he know my name? I had certainly never met him and much less made a lasting impression.
�How do you know my name� I quickly replied.
�I know your name because I am Jesus� he whispered softly.
That stuck with me for a long time. My favourite actor is actually Jesus? Jesus Christ? It wasn�t something I was really expecting, but I was glad to hear it. To this day I don�t know what happened next, but I found myself suddenly back at my hotel. I returned to the butchers shop the next day, but it was bakery.
I never knew what I saw that day, I don�t suppose I ever will. But something profound and beautiful happened that day, my favourite actor is Jesus Christ.
am not hostile
but someone have to say it..
PISS OFF!
thats it, enough, you're banned, under the "being a stupid twat 2004" act.
this guy is seriously deranged
wasnt yer rappin' enough?
Re: My beautiful story
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| Originally posted by eXrMusic Tick.. tock�. Tick..tock the clock went, 9am I thought. The sun was shining down just like any other day, but I was on my way to a special place. 9.30 came and final boarding call was heard. Shortly after boarding I thought, should I really be here? Some time around 10:30 the combination of vodka and night nurse kicked in, shaking violently I thought of the fun that was going to come ahead. I soon passed out. I was awoken in Mexico City, I was here. A taxi came for me, the driver was Leroy. He was gay. We made our way to that special area of town. It was there I saw it, my favourite actor, working as a butcher. He had starred in such seminal classics as �Police Academy 7: Mission to Moscow�, but now he had been reduced to this. Not since his supporting role in �Suburban Commando� had I see him covered in so much blood. But this was real blood, not coloured corn syrup. The claret tones of a Mexican butchers shop were beautiful in afternoon light. I quickly entered. �Is that you Stephen?� he said. How did he know my name? I had certainly never met him and much less made a lasting impression. �How do you know my name� I quickly replied. �I know your name because I am Jesus� he whispered softly. That stuck with me for a long time. My favourite actor is actually Jesus? Jesus Christ? It wasn�t something I was really expecting, but I was glad to hear it. To this day I don�t know what happened next, but I found myself suddenly back at my hotel. I returned to the butchers shop the next day, but it was bakery. I never knew what I saw that day, I don�t suppose I ever will. But something profound and beautiful happened that day, my favourite actor is Jesus Christ. |
what else has he done?
What a great story.
It was rather beautiful.
It was rather beautiful.
Re: My beautiful story
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| Originally posted by eXrMusic Tick.. tock�. Tick..tock the clock went, 9am I thought. The sun was shining down just like any other day, but I was on my way to a special place. 9.30 came and final boarding call was heard. Shortly after boarding I thought, should I really be here? Some time around 10:30 the combination of vodka and night nurse kicked in, shaking violently I thought of the fun that was going to come ahead. I soon passed out. I was awoken in Mexico City, I was here. A taxi came for me, the driver was Leroy. He was gay. We made our way to that special area of town. It was there I saw it, my favourite actor, working as a butcher. He had starred in such seminal classics as �Police Academy 7: Mission to Moscow�, but now he had been reduced to this. Not since his supporting role in �Suburban Commando� had I see him covered in so much blood. But this was real blood, not coloured corn syrup. The claret tones of a Mexican butchers shop were beautiful in afternoon light. I quickly entered. �Is that you Stephen?� he said. How did he know my name? I had certainly never met him and much less made a lasting impression. �How do you know my name� I quickly replied. �I know your name because I am Jesus� he whispered softly. That stuck with me for a long time. My favourite actor is actually Jesus? Jesus Christ? It wasn�t something I was really expecting, but I was glad to hear it. To this day I don�t know what happened next, but I found myself suddenly back at my hotel. I returned to the butchers shop the next day, but it was bakery. I never knew what I saw that day, I don�t suppose I ever will. But something profound and beautiful happened that day, my favourite actor is Jesus Christ. |
Numa Numa Yay!!!
How in the holy mother fuck was this thread unlocked after being locked for 3 years?
Everything coming apart at the seams. Center does not hold. How fitting.
*Posts in beautiful thread*
did u blow Leroy?
I was really inspired by this. Thank you so much.
It was rather beautiful.
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