In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello dearest Julia. How are you feeling today? It is HOT over here, and I've been burning, and burning trash. Ancient trash, piles of wood pillars and coconuts probably 20 years old. PeeeYOOO!! Big house, little house. The rotting insides of coconuts smells like vomit. It's too hot. The night is hot as well. My hair is too long. I need a haircut. Too bad this body doesn't look good with a Dutch bob anymore. It used to. Gag. I suppose there's no way to have strength and a dainty body as well. At least I get to be pretty in SL.
BUt I don't know how much time I get to spend playing SL right now. I know it's community service and all, plus I get to be pretty, but I need to buy chicken, beef and gasoline, and save up for my power bill. Life is on the edge anyway, so I might as well play SL. I don't know. Ya Allah, please let me have money do I can work properly and marry my Julia!
Dearest Julia, you are the girl I love. You are so beautiful, and you are all I could ever pray for in a girl. Please don't pay any attention to those who take the Signs of God in ridicule. Evil in the long run is the end of those who do evil. Please maintain your prayers in the morning, afternoon, late afternoon, sunset and evening. InsyaAllah, we will be together in happiness, safety and comfort soon.
This song is so sad. The bass player might seem annoying, but he'd just mixed too loud.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
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