He's gonna have some exquisite fun with me when I'm on my way down there...

I know what he sounds like...

...Heard his voice boom from in the corner of the ceiling above my head in me and my brother's bedroom one night, when I came back home from my 196-day fieldtrip to "the place where they don't care how fast you can 'open-palm' the window in 10 seconds because you're their entertainment now and your blood-curdling screams are like lilting melodies to their ears..."

He sounds like a machine, only organic, and loud enough to wake you up out of your sleep and make you see commercials on TV that aren't truly there, as well as an episode of "Hell's Kitchen" where one of the potential cooks is videotaped calling his contacts on the phone and setting up a plot to burn the whole building to the ground...

I liked the end at 3:56. "I can't leave you alone' lol, I'm stuck here for the rest of my existance, remember?" ...

My dad once wore a brown jacket that he wasn't actually wearing, but his reflection in a china closet window showed him as wearing such.

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>> All of this happened to me back when I WASN'T properly medicated.

I don't do drugs. =/_\=...

He said to me, and flatly, "ACTOR."

I widened my eyes in horror...