People change.
Or do I change?
I have little to say.


Daft+ pt 1 of 7I was drunk. As usual on a Friday night or Saturday morning, they’re both kind of the same. But anyway, I was stumbling out of the bar and jumped on my bike. I missed. The bastard had made a run for it. I was chasing after my bike, who was trying to escape from me, and making a very good job of it. The cold air was rushing around my head and was unpleasantly though swiftly replaced by ice-cold water.Daft+ pt 1 of 7
I had fallen into a small river. This was odd, there wasn’t a river anywhere near the pub. Nor a forest but I had somehow managed to stumble upon both. My bike was nowhere to be seen, so I had drunkenly assumed that it had drowned i


A brief rape of history.A brief rape of history.A brief rape of history.
In one of my many previous lives a funny thing happened. Well, it wasn’t funny at the time. But I can always laugh about these things a life or two later.
So anyway, I was in service of King Louie the twelfth or thirteenth or something like that. I’ve never been good with numbers. I was a member of the personal guard, that’s like a soldier but with a much cooler outfit. About half the army at the time was a personal guard of the king, but I digress. The king had summoned me to him. And what the king said you did. He was like the Son of God just a hell of a lot richer.
A wave of amazeme
Kwist egt nie dat hier er zo veel waren XD
nahjah..uh..Hallo
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