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Originally posted by SeitseI sold my soul to you,I sold my soul to the Devil his due
Dear Mr. 666,
We can provide a wide range of support. Please share your soul and it will get as psychedelic as you wish.
Yours trully,
Dr. Seitse Hendrix
I...I sold my soul
I sold my soul,and I sold yours too To the Devil we're due
Ohhh...I sold my soul
That night was the darkest of all
That night I sold my soul to you...to the Devil his due
I sold my soul
No point in turning around,there's no way out of here,no!
No point in turning around,just live with the fear
That night was the darkest of all
That night I sold my soul to you
To the Devil his due
So many angels were falling from the sky
So many angels would have to die...
A black candle in my hand,a pact between God and man
Oh your Majesty,this time I have to know
I sold my soul to you,I sold my soul to the Devil his due
I...I sold my soul
I sold my soul,and I sold yours too To the Devil we're due
That night was the darkest of all
That night I sold my soul to you...to the Devil his due
No point in turning around,there's no way out of here,no!
No point in turning around,just live with the fear
That night was the darkest of all
That night I sold my soul to you
To the Devil his due
So many angels were falling from the sky
So many angels would have to die...
Dear Mr. 666,
Attics of My Life
In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal.
Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see.
When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.
I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung.
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.
When there was no strings to play, you played to me.
In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood.
Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old.
When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.
In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.
Yours sincerely,
Dr. Seitse Garcia, a.k.a. The Grateful Dead
Dear Mr. Number1,
Life is like a box of chocolates. It seems dark inside though taste
shines within after taking the chance of going one by one. Mr. Gump
told me once: Stupid is who says "let them eat cake" and I do concur
with Reverend Gump, specially when it comes to answering to
questions that, in the surface, may not have any sense at all.
Yours enchantedly,
Dr. Pepper
Originally posted by Seitseyes to all of the above...
Dear human,
Do you wake up in the middle of the night crying in despair?
Do you have problems getting an erection while drunk?
Do you think your existence is flawed?
Do you feel closer to God?
Do you need to put down people at a chess website to feel better?
Do you feel scared to undress in a public sauna?
Do you drool when talking about ropes, guns ...[text shortened]... xpose your case at the virtual divan of Dr. Seitse, who will kindly help you as Dr. Phil cannot.
what can i do?
Originally posted by dfm65Dear Mr. 65,
yes to all of the above...
what can i do?
Although life would be much easier and fun if your last name could
increase in 4 numbers, I will take the chance to be tremendously
sincere with you (even though doing so could mean the end
of my practice, since it would take away all the cryptic 'lingo'😉...
though, here we go: If you answer "yes" to all of the questions,
you are an average person.
Do not be fooled, though; You are unique, just like everyone else.
What you can do is to single out by your own efforts: Either engage
in a magnicide or become a member of MTV's Jackass crew.
You will do just fine.
Yours sicnerely,
Dr. Seitse
