Transformed nigga, or wigga or chigga or whatever you are. Just installed the shelving on the left. The drum kit erected last weekend. Sidings were covered in old dirty sheetrock and nasty insulation. Packed full of junk when I found it after my brother's transformation (death) there. Mattresses, computers, junk galore. Decades of mouse poo, dust, dry grass. A total mess. I think Raquel hung herself with some stockings on the wooden beam in foreground left to right. My dad maybe with rope possibly same beam, not sure. My brother on other side of garage not seen, possibly in crouching position with some kind of cord or wiring. See ya Homeys, wouldn't wanna be ya. Maybe will do some purification rites there later and see if Murphy wants to bring his guitar and amp and jam. Maybe will add foam flooring. Cleaned windows and bought a glass cutter. Might install missing glass panes and make a fishtank. Glass abounds.
Check this out, someone loves their wife, how touching:
https://youtu.be/tz4qIk06wSg
I'll tell you bro, I consider myself blessed I never had to walk in on some dead corpse hanging around or being halled out in a gurney and deal with stressed out cops and ambos (paramedics). Have never seen a human corpse in my life and feel good about it, if I want to see one I'll go to an autopsy class.
https://youtu.be/6Yb4BEF0vxk
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