n_white2114
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- Joined
- Aug 17, 2012
- Messages
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I've been to this group, or rather its compromised counterparts, many
times. Circumstances have led me to change my email due to
complications, but I can say, every time I come to this group, I've
became a little wiser.
That JoS site is riddled with inconsistencies and errors, but I love
it. I love every single letter, every single graphic.
I remember the day I stumbled upon it; late at night, when I was
feeling the usual angsty teenager emotions. I read. And I read a bit
more. And I continued reading. Well into the night, I sat there and
stupid everything it said.
I was there when the first few strokes of light pierced the shadow,
and illuminated my dingy room. I was there when the dawn chorus
began, the innocent little animals, singing their eloquent melodies.
I had read the whole night, until my eyes were sore.
I continued doing this. I noticed I felt different. One night,
something strange happened. My heart went cold, and tingly, and this
sensation spread. I can remember it still today, how it seemed to
burn like a light. My life slowly became better.
It is as real as the monitor I see before me. It is as real as those
tiny little birds I saw flitting about, beyond my window. It is as
compact and consistent as my devotion towards Lord Satan. It is only
te firsr step.
I am immensely sorry for this ... 'essay', I suppose you could call
it, but frankly I feel as if I haven't written enough. I've always
had a way with words.
This is the way I feel. This, is hopefully the way you feel. I do not
expect a reply. I do not expect praise. This is the least I can do
for Satan.
times. Circumstances have led me to change my email due to
complications, but I can say, every time I come to this group, I've
became a little wiser.
That JoS site is riddled with inconsistencies and errors, but I love
it. I love every single letter, every single graphic.
I remember the day I stumbled upon it; late at night, when I was
feeling the usual angsty teenager emotions. I read. And I read a bit
more. And I continued reading. Well into the night, I sat there and
stupid everything it said.
I was there when the first few strokes of light pierced the shadow,
and illuminated my dingy room. I was there when the dawn chorus
began, the innocent little animals, singing their eloquent melodies.
I had read the whole night, until my eyes were sore.
I continued doing this. I noticed I felt different. One night,
something strange happened. My heart went cold, and tingly, and this
sensation spread. I can remember it still today, how it seemed to
burn like a light. My life slowly became better.
It is as real as the monitor I see before me. It is as real as those
tiny little birds I saw flitting about, beyond my window. It is as
compact and consistent as my devotion towards Lord Satan. It is only
te firsr step.
I am immensely sorry for this ... 'essay', I suppose you could call
it, but frankly I feel as if I haven't written enough. I've always
had a way with words.
This is the way I feel. This, is hopefully the way you feel. I do not
expect a reply. I do not expect praise. This is the least I can do
for Satan.
