Personal Stories: Enduring Will

- shrug, the above are photos of this food I had to chew down and within a threatened time frame this morning

- I am very pleased, very glad photos of this were finally taken.  As one can see, the eating process was in its mid range.  I was half and slight more way done when this had occured

- cheerio with watered rice, what an appetizing combination, mm-mm I will enjoy that now and fake no pain, oh wait it's skin-burning hot, what is going on, this is not coffee!

- to add salt to the wound, with such rubbish treatment I get, there are thousand million passive-aggressives & psychos out there would bag this as an opportunity to attack, while also claiming that as if I really am their equal, that they deserve emperor treatment, and I am a lowbie fuckface like them

- hell, these peasants eat better food than me.  If they fail, it's 'cause they are a friggin' loser.  As shown here, this is prison food

- during the eating, I was forciblely get up so to assist its violent screaming request of the word "famous", because google search engine was not loading fully which is due to its clever motion of covering wireless port up with its heated hands, the initial pressings on the visuals did not bring up the cursor, so lyghd said: "press harder! You need finger power!" - what a super pile of rubbish, smells like a sewage rat walking with a chewed half foot of a rodant stuck to its legs being dragged along the disgusting mixture of an entire community's flush-downs and discrement in one blazing run of an across.

- all this suffering (began since early age) means terrible fate to the criminals I had long thought to revenge.  It's better for me to type descriptions about it, rather than by sliding it and forgetting it, as otherwise, I myself may become as twisted and mutated as lyghd is, so to speaks.

- this case serves as a great example I think, I am very glad the photos were taken, though not in superb HD, but we've got some at least, so I am glad for that.  These types of mal-torture, is a great loss for all, a terrible tragic stain to the history of mankind, and a tragic to the world.

- besides the above listings, ly had also screamed like a total indescribablalis muck yeller.  The disruptive behavior this morning was also extraordinarly tortureous and extremely alarming.  Whoever can sustain living with it and not strike an argument in weeks, I will send an award, of daefness

+ lyghd (just got), 有个外名叫直冲天, since its shoutings zhi-chong-tian.  It's also got a title before, I used to name lyghd: 炮筒子.  And indeed how right this was, and ever been true, if not downright understatement as well.

++ words do limited job of describing lyghd.  I think its shoutings are outside of bound of text languages, yeh