  ive what ive this is isnt getting any ending why wonders himself. (into existance) 8 times, youve killed me curiosity has put the knife in me again and said "theres no good mourning" afternoon comes one three before four but who could face an armed backhanded front for a cough in a fist followed by a kiss and a handshake and im still the one who backs down from upward fronting magazines. 
