Well
Can you do the thing that I can do? Probably. I’m not that great. Though I may be better at meth than you. I’m pretty good at that. Surprisingly. Spelling? Not so good. Neither of my parents are any good at math. They both went to art school. I do not have art skills. I’m bored with myself right now. I suck. I shall create a character that is not me but still is me because I am myself. Are you yourself? No. You’re lying! Unless you actually did say no. Then you win. But since I am reading this as I write it, because I don’t actually think this stuff through... I lost track of my sentence. O, well. Well, you vex me so. Don’t you just hate Well. O, and love him. That part is important too. But how can you not do that? You do that’s how! Ha I will not confuse you with my mastery of mystery hand gestures of DOOM! Exclamation mark error! Of doom? Can you shout for yourself when you do something cool like die? Of course dying is cool. O... e-except for that whole y’know... dying thing. Wait. Stop. Cease! Deceased! One of those things is not like the others! I think that “y’know” is kind of weird and ugly. Why did I use it you may ask, but I don’t care what you ask so I will not tell you. I keep typing “ou” when I mean to type “you”. It’s annoying! I’ve decided to try and stop cursing so much. Why? BECAUSETHEPEOPLEINMYHEADTELLMETO!
Ok?
Happy?
I know I am but that’s unrelated. I’m always happy. It’s kind of scary sometimes. Especially when I’m sad. I have this sense of joy in my sorrow. It is confusing. It makes sorrow hard to pinpoint until I no longer feel it. At least I’m always happy. Unhappy people make me sad. But not so much that I stop being happy. I am happy in my unhappiness. Ok that’s enough of that line of thought! Rats are big when they are gigantic. Don’t you know this is true or else I wouldn’t say it? Or would I? I have said untruths before. I will do so again. Unless I don’t. Which would make the sentence two sentences ago a lie. Making it an untruth. Making the sentence four sentences ago a truth. Wait. But then it is an untruth and a truth. Making it a many as opposed to a one. But if it’s true then it is a lie. And if it is a lie it’s a truth. So it oscillates between truth and untruth. So it is never a truth and an untruth at the.... time... Ok, you get it. If not... you write the rest. I have cooler things to talk about. Like... Socks! And... Pie! Socks have glory. OR at least mine do. I don’t know about your lame socks. They probably haven’t even fought on the battlefields of old. Mine haven’t either but still. They would have kicked ass if they had been there. Or at least nipples. Or at least in the general area of nipples. Such as the ass. That’s a pretty general area but whatever. You general area contains the people around you. So you can say you got stabbed in you general area when a guy two blocks away got stabbed. Wow, a lot of people have been stabbed in their general area. That’s awesome. Being stabbed hurts a lot less than I thought it would. So does getting shot.
O! Right! Pie! Pie sucks. Or more correctly it doesn’t. I just like saying that. But I don’t really ever say it. It’s just something to write. That being: “I don’t like Pie.” Which isn’t even true. I like Pumpkin pie. That sentence just hits me in the right place. Like your mom. Not “your mom” as in the person that birthed you. “Your mom” as in the general phrase that I have overused. Y’know your mom, like your face. Same thing.
Stupid face. Not to imply that your face is stupid than the rest of you. I think your but smells. Whiz is worse?
Ok?
Happy?
I know I am but that’s unrelated. I’m always happy. It’s kind of scary sometimes. Especially when I’m sad. I have this sense of joy in my sorrow. It is confusing. It makes sorrow hard to pinpoint until I no longer feel it. At least I’m always happy. Unhappy people make me sad. But not so much that I stop being happy. I am happy in my unhappiness. Ok that’s enough of that line of thought! Rats are big when they are gigantic. Don’t you know this is true or else I wouldn’t say it? Or would I? I have said untruths before. I will do so again. Unless I don’t. Which would make the sentence two sentences ago a lie. Making it an untruth. Making the sentence four sentences ago a truth. Wait. But then it is an untruth and a truth. Making it a many as opposed to a one. But if it’s true then it is a lie. And if it is a lie it’s a truth. So it oscillates between truth and untruth. So it is never a truth and an untruth at the.... time... Ok, you get it. If not... you write the rest. I have cooler things to talk about. Like... Socks! And... Pie! Socks have glory. OR at least mine do. I don’t know about your lame socks. They probably haven’t even fought on the battlefields of old. Mine haven’t either but still. They would have kicked ass if they had been there. Or at least nipples. Or at least in the general area of nipples. Such as the ass. That’s a pretty general area but whatever. You general area contains the people around you. So you can say you got stabbed in you general area when a guy two blocks away got stabbed. Wow, a lot of people have been stabbed in their general area. That’s awesome. Being stabbed hurts a lot less than I thought it would. So does getting shot.
O! Right! Pie! Pie sucks. Or more correctly it doesn’t. I just like saying that. But I don’t really ever say it. It’s just something to write. That being: “I don’t like Pie.” Which isn’t even true. I like Pumpkin pie. That sentence just hits me in the right place. Like your mom. Not “your mom” as in the person that birthed you. “Your mom” as in the general phrase that I have overused. Y’know your mom, like your face. Same thing.
Stupid face. Not to imply that your face is stupid than the rest of you. I think your but smells. Whiz is worse?
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