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Blog Entry: only adreniline is in my viens now, breaking and bending, surging as I throw my fists hard again your chest. I hate you when you can see me down here, stuggling though speech and feeling, as you lay on the ceiling, staring down at yourself lifeless and me trying to save you again. I throw myself at the mercy of the gods as I throw both fist your way,  yanking you helplessly from the ceiling and back into your body, blue and buised. "Fuck!!!", I scream as you gasp for air, eyes roll back into there normal position and stare back at me, almost a sense of surprise in them, like you didn't know why you where back down here. I ran for the phone, starting to tear up again ..... fuck you, fuck you, why do you keep doing this to me..  dialing 911, You look back and watch him sit up in that stained rocking chair, lean over, and threw up all over. little white pills flying in ever direction, covered in brown substance, probably whiskey. At least its not in his stomach anymore. At least they won't have to use that coal shit again...  He falls back into the chair and his eye roll back into his head again, "GOD DAMNIT," you run, leaving the phone hang there (you can hear the lady on the other end asking what wrong) All you can do is start screaming help, and hope he hasn't left for good... Get back down here Ash, get the fuck back down here....