Seven Days and a Wake Up
June 30th 2006 Woke up with a bull in my face I died this morning. Trampled and gored repeatedly. A bull. A very large, angry bull with horns sharp as razors, was pounding down on me in the street. There was nowhere to go and this muther was huge! As he overwhelmed me I could feel his horns piercing my skin and ribs and stomach and smell him, hear him roaring like a freight train. It only hurt the way dr
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