It was last night, and here is what it was:
So it was me and my best friend, David, we call him "DaveO," though. We were walking in New York City, but nobody was there, it was all empty. On every sign, bench, billboard, newspaper, everything said this: 6 days, 5 hours, 43 minutes," but it would change every minute. It got down to 5 days exactly, me and DaveO were still walking around, then everything turned to fire, and flashed, and NYC was back to normal, people, cabs, planes, everything. The last thing in my dream was me picking up a newspaper that said, "6 days, 5 hours, 43 minutes." Then I woke up.
I think we're in for something big, and God is going to destroy something.
2006-08-22
17:54:10
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Señor Badass
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