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According to legend, Julius Caesar was a great man who defeated the Mongols in Greece, so he had to sacrifice himself to a greater spiritual power in order to become a world power. Therefore, in Eastern traditions, "divine power" is called "the end of the Emperor" or "Divine Force", and nothing is created by the influence of the spirit.

kimmer fans after kimmer got a job

Give me batteries

I don't think anyone here will believe me, which is ok. I just want to tell someone. It feels like I am living two lives and this is too much for me to bear.

I remember it like it was yesterday. 6 years ago I worked a night shift as a security guard, so when I was on break I would go to Dennys to get some coffee. When I was in the bathroom there I found a baggie of cocaine. I had never done any hard drugs, I used to smoke weed back in high school but that was it. But I didn't have any self preservation instincts and wanted to experiment, so I huffed some and saved the rest. I felt amazing on cocaine. It felt like the missing piece of the puzzle which I have been looking for my entire life. After doing it once I decided to get myself set up with a dealer who I knew from a friends friend who sold me weed back in high school. And I ran out within a few days. I think you can see where this is going, I developed an addiction. And cocaine is expensive. At one point I started pawning a bunch of things I owned, and then I started borrowing money from people, all just to buy more coke. But one day when I was thinking about how to make money, I realized that since I have a good connection to relatively pure cocaine at a relatively cheap price, I could lace it and sell it at a high markup to people who don't know any better. It felt like a light bulb went off in my head. I would seek out mischievous teenagers, rich people, and anyone of the like.

I started making money again for the first time in 3 months. I started paying back my debts and taking care of myself. But my ambitions didn't stop there. I have always hated the monotony of life and I have always yearned for a life of excitement, even if it meant dying young. I started researching the production of cocaine, and I decided I would first expand to the point that I could afford to produce my own cocaine, and then once I do that I would start networking with cartels and gangs. But I also started selling some other drugs too, I grew my own pot and shrooms, and networked to find people who could sell me meth, heroin, opiates and benzos. And then I started franchising. I would get friends and trusted associates I had met through selling and buying drugs and have them be drug dealers for me while we split the profit. They would recruit dealers to work for them, and I would start maintaining a decentralized business model so that if someone snitches, only one person goes down. I started racking thousands of dollars a day. But I couldn't just quit my job and live off of the income I got from drugs, since the IRS would know what was going on. But then I found a video on Youtube (from CGP grey, I think, IDK it was a long time ago) that explained how the IRS lets you file income as coming from illegal activity and the government isn't allowed to use those tax forms as evidence, so I just did that.

By this point I had formed what was practically a gang, and I started trying to network with other gangs. But they saw me as a competitor and we would have disputes with them. This one latin gang leader in particular was threatening to kill me after we couldn't negotiate, so I decided to retaliate by having him killed first. I tracked him down and figured out where he lived, and decided to have people firebomb his house. I thought that I would feel horrible doing something like this, but instead it felt thrilling. But unfortunately, he wasn't present in the house. His family was. When I looked up news for that area expecting to see that he had died I was happy, but when I read the article and found out that an elderly couple and 4 kids were horrifically killed I felt sick. I felt guilty. I still hate myself. But I also knew that this gang leader was going to come after me, and the police might as well if they were to find any evidence. I became deeply paranoid to the point of psychosis, and that combined with the stimulants and the guilt made my life filled with terror and dread. I had a friend of an associate help fake my death and get me a new ID, and I fled. I started a new life in a state which I won't name. But I decided to give my family a letter telling them everything (I had never told them about the drugs or anything, but apparently they suspected that something was up). They haven't talked to me since then. And I don't blame them.

My life is lonely and sad. I work at a post office, I go home to an empty apartment. I have no friends, no hobbies, I just do heroin and watch TV until I fall asleep. I live vicariously through daydreams of what could have been had I not fucked everything up. I wish I never went to Dennys. I wish I was content with my monotonous life. But I don't feel sorry for myself, because I burned an innocent family to death. I will go to hell when I die. And I have accepted that.

What does Kimmer think of my new apartment?

The youth who oppose this law are like dogs biting doctors and teachers who try to protect children. I don't know my fate. When will the world change? Rome never existed. Carthage never existed.

goths

KIMMER COME BACK