Spencer is sitting next to me looking at a book that I just recommended for him to read. Let me start over. Spencer is a maniac, a religious zealot without religion, someone who can tell you both where you began and where you end, but not where you are in-between. Spencer is Spencer. Without a thought in my head I would trust him to my death, but who cares about that after all; aren’t we all hoping to see the face of death as soon as possible; why else do we watch “America’s Funniest Home Videos,” because they are so amazingly funny? No, because, we are waiting to see someone die, that’s right die, and when this happens we all hope to get a glimpse of Death and what he looks like. This is what Spencer tells me at least, but I don’t see his lips move. Yes, I am the fool who he follows yet I am the fool who follows him. Whoever he and I may claim to be, be ware, be most carefully aware that we are not who we say we are, trust me.
Oh yeah, Spencer bit my arm but I set up a blog for him never the less, you can find it in my links or HERE.
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