Daniel’s Note to Self… Gizoogle’d

19th of August, 1839

I wish I could ask you how tha fuck much you remember. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. I don’t give a fuck if there is ghon be anythang left afta I consume dis drink. Don’t be afraid Daniel. I can’t rap  why yo, but know this. I chizzle ta forget. Try ta find comfort n’ strength up in dat fact. There be a purpose. Yo ass is mah final effort ta put thangs right. Dogg willing, tha name Alexander of Brennenburg still invokes bitter anger up in yo thugged-out ass. If not, dis will sound horrible. Go ta tha Inner Sanctum, find Alexander n’ bust a cap up in his muthafuckin ass yo. His body is oldschool n’ weak, n’ yours, lil’ n’ strong yo. Dude is ghon be no match fo’ yo thugged-out ass. One last thing, a shadow is followin yo thugged-out ass. It aint nuthin but a livin nightmare, breakin down reality. I have tried every last muthafuckin thang n’ there is no way ta fight back. Yo ass need ta escape it as long as you can. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Redeem our asses both Daniel. Descend tha fuck into tha darknizz where Alexander waits n’ cappin’ his muthafuckin ass.

Yo crazy-ass forma self,



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