For eight years this man has stood by me threw my bad times and good. He let me bash on him when I couldn't control myself, hurt him to make myself feel better, and has taken me back more times than I have ever deserved. For this he is truly my best friend, my brother, my family. He is always there for me, even before I know that I need someone. He knows me than I could ever know myself. I will always be here for you David, even when it doesnt seem it. I love you ^^
BECAUSE I CAN DAMNIT!
Seventh Level of Hell::
Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.