therefore, today I initially thought I was experiencing stigmata but it turned out that I was wrong and felt silly for running around proclaiming the miracle. Really I'd just tripped over something. I didn't cry though....
...figured i would stop driving around in a dark green panel van with a basket of lollipops asking children if they need a ride....dammit they really kick hard!
..............stop doing quad injects with an 18g sustanon needle. It ruined my fucking pants too. God damn 50 dollar pair of Dockers and they are soaked in blood.