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| I am Mike Houston (aka. The LATTÉ MAN and/or : STºNER RºY; and/or RºGER RºY HIGGINS) |
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| Santauraus: Designation 666 02. The Moderator. June 7, 1998. |
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| Be mindful upon reading any of the content on this site. The Devil may have it's influence over me... I am not at liberty to divulge that information, so you will just have to go on wit, what little of it the ordinary person possesses.... ...further more., what ideas are presented on this site may not be the sole belief of Mr. RºGER RºY HIGGINS (aka. Mike Houston or The Latté Man) and bearing this in mind, I suggest that instead of attacking him for any content you disapprove of, why don't you go find a Church and ask the Lord to protect you (mind you, I don't think he has done a very good job of protecting any one else on the face of this Earth) and maybe- just maybe, he will for once hear your cry. However, don't bank on it. And rememeber, if all else fails, you can also seek out the Devil and I am sure he can be of some assistance. |
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| Sincerely, Mike. |
| ...so if you expected flowers and hearts, you must be disappointed. So sit back, enjoy or FUCK OFF! |
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| "Where does it say that you love jesus Mike?" |
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| no one said you have to like it |
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| Time: The Beginning Father time, I'm running late I'm winding down, I'm growing tired Seconds drift into the night The clock just ticks till my time expires You were once my friend Now I know I can't tie your hands The days I saved I couldn't spend They fell like sand through the hourglass No time to lose, no time to choose Time taking time, it's taken mine Scenes of my life seem so unkind Time chasing time creeps up behind I can't run forever, and time waits for no one Not even me An enemy I can't defend My final place a deadly end Life's just a speck in space Dreams of an eternal resting place I can't get any younger Time has brutal hunger |
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