'if i just could'.

the story doesn't end just there.


a sudden switch of instrument. this is almost unbelievable. but i'm gonna go it. i'm gonna be able to play like any other trombonist by wednesday. i'm gonna kill myself practicing. but that way, i know i'll make it.

gosh, 98, i'm missing you.


you know it. you know you don't deserve her. you're disgusting, inside-out. why is someone like you wasting a nice girl's time. she doesn't deserved to be punished this way. you shouldn't do this to her, you shouldn't do this to anyone.

no one deserves being punished by being together with you. it's sick. and it's gross.

spare the poor girl.


when i'm done with the slicing and the grinding and everything else. you'll look so disfigured, so unrecogconizable that no one will host a funeral for you. your body will be in the worst state of flesh anyone has seen. you'll roam the underworld without a face, or a tongue or eyes. you will roam the underworld blind, mute and disfigured.

heaven.