i type random things sometimes. and i like the attention of random people reading my random things.
it makes me HAPPY. >:| MMMYYYYAAAHHHH!!!
do you see me? do i not looked pleased that you are reading these almost as i am just typing them.
this is nothing too serious, just another hobby.
OH MY GOD.
why are whores such whores?
my shoes are wet.
life is hit and miss.
mostly miss.
swiss miss hot chocolate.
i invented the word chocolatte'.
fuck the corporations.
anybody else an axe murderer?
no?
...what's that?
the wind?
some people say wind like (WHY-IND).
retards are taking us over.
you think this shit is funny?
FUCK.
@echo> fuckyourcouch C:\ delete sys32 @30s :3
that isn't a real code.
have you seen the matrix?
that movie makes you think.
but that's all.
it won't make you do anything about those thoughts.
therefore promotes laziness.
when is my birthday?
i like drawing spaceships.
i can draw good.
i wish more people had hobbies.
like drawing.
and could do them well.
AIDS killed america.
ALLA HU ACKBAR!
anybody still crying over 9/11?
better not be.
maybe i should make a fake celebrity.
Pierre Paul John Blanski.
Name your children after me.
then we shall do a dance.
what happened to this stream of thoughts?
am i still talking? shit.
you are still reading?
are you waiting for something?
go away.
nobody loves you.
you HAVE to take my shit.
or you a nothing but a worthless shit stain.
on america's XXXL T shirt.
fat joke.
that was it.
shit you are still reading.
good bye.
see you next time.
are you still redding?
ha. i spelled reading redding.
is that a word?
probably.
good bye for real.
where do babies come from?
what the hell is a rabbi?
are you listening to me?
how do i read?
i hate children.
guy punches a wall.
during christmas.
DECK the halls.
fuck.
there is a cat meowing.
at my pie in the window.
pie is gone.
what is wrong with me?
i have problems.
i hope i have 5 children exactly like me.
my throws me down the stairs frequently.
what is happening with charlie sheen?
CYOCAINE!!! (KAI-YO-CANE)
awesome pronunciation of cocaine.
they found a cure for herpes.
just kidding.
herpes is for life.
you actually thought there was a cure.
for you nasty little whore mouth?
funny.
i have a piece of glass in my foot.
anybody have any cake?
i think TomSka is awesome.
L O aLLto.
that is how i say lol now.
makes it less txt-like.
and easier to say.
i believe a word or phrase can be too short.
i found a really kick-ass bubble gum.
found it at the dollar store.
when i chew it.
i can feel it eating away at my gums.
and teeth.
when i breath it hurts my teeth.
this is a fun way for my mind to vent.
i appreciate you guys reading my thoughts.
it makes me feel like there is a cure.
for what i have.
AIDS.
just kidding.
baddenassinitis.
say that shit.
that is all for now.
thanks for reading.
finally. they are gone.
all the voices.
shit.
YOU ARE STILL HERE?
get lost.
oh no!
i lost a like.
oh well.
not like we all give a shit anyways.
who's hungry?
mhm.
cookie doe.
bye.
i fucked your mom.
just kidding.
but your dad is standing behind me.
he sends his best to your mom's pussy.
now there is a man who fucked your mom.
fucked her hard.
spit on her back.
waited for her to turn around.
cum blasted her face.
anybody mad or disgusted yet?
fuck i am twisted.
rings of saturn is one psychedelic band.
you.
me.
rape.
wanna?
it is amazing how sexually awesome i am not.
kind of blows.
like your mom did your dad.
right before he fucked her.
am i insane?
maybe.
or maybe i just have.
the something-acity to say what you won't.
this is the internet.
shit is real.
L O aLLto.
fuck you all.
it is amazing how this thoughts written down.
can reflect my mood.
or personality.
let us bow and take a moment of silence.
for the internet.
we take it for granted.
and the billions of enslaved electrons.
that we train to look like code.
code that code.
and uncode it.
when their mission is complete.
they are released unto HELL.
please remove hats to honor them.
if you do not care.
that's probably for the best.
i'd hate to see you join me.
at the crazy house.
what's that?
the wind?
no.
the warden.
better untie myself from this noose.
and hide my computer.
from that psycho bitch.
that says i like sex.
crazy, right?
bye.
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visualize this.
8:34 pm.
it's drizzling.
you can see your breath.
as you walk down the orange-lighted side walk.
you shudder.
you are distracted.
your foot goes foward for the next step.
you hit the edge of the next sidewalk block.
it is slightly raised.
a tree root has tunneled beneath.
you go under a rail road bridge.
it is colder.
drip.
drip.
drip.
a strange man passes you murmuring.
you think.
you lose your balance.
you have stepped off the corner.
you regain your step.
cross the street.
your pockets rattle.
what was that?
i don't remember anything like that in my pocket.
you feel around in your pocket.
it is your watch.
you see a pair of lights.
in the instant you see them, they disappear.
step.
step.
i hope you have enjoyed being me for a few seconds.
which probably seemed longer.
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FIND LOCAL SINGLES TODAY!
oh internet ad...
my hand is as local as it gets.
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did you know that suicidal thoughts does NOT include actually doing it?
well shit.
why would anybody take you seriously.
you won't do it faggot.
i'm sorry.
that you are a failure at life.
and can't deal with it.
we know.
your therapist asked you.
you finally said yes.
i have suicidal thoughts.
your hour ended.
you thought about it at every red light on your pointless travel home.
DO IT.
but you won't.
because these are merely thoughts, and don't include you doing anything... so that means suicide is actually the other half of you murdering the normal half.
after it makes you fail.
makes you feel worthless.
and you think about what the other half will do.
you accept it and let it do what it wished to.
the 'other half' is considered yourself so it is murder.
but yourself is murdering you.
hmm.
wow. chrome only detected one typo. only because that "i'm" at the top wasn't capitalized. that means i am so focused right now.
probably due to all that cocaine.
everyday is halloween when you dress up as charlie sheen.
goooodniiight everybody.
GOOOODNIIIGHT DR. NICK!
aha the simpsons.
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laughing at retarded people is bad.
explaining why is worse.
what's that i smell?
IT'S McDONAL--- wait.
it's just asshole.
well then.
somewhat disappointing.
i smell chicken!
wait.
still asshole.
where is that coming from.
oh well.
so...
i am typing stuff.
what are you doing?
oh bb grl u r my lfe.
that's people 2 hours in a bad relationship.
COOKIES.
wait, still asshole.
that is getting annoying.
my spine is tingling.
heyhey!
i have a piece of glass in my back!
hmm.
..
...
....
AAAAHHHHHH!!!
what did i see on TV to fix this.
take it out?
push it in?
call a doctor?
call someone who cares?
we'll try that second one.
well.
i slammed my back into the wall.
all better.
i taste blood.
oh. i remember.
it was an arrow that you push through.
well.
shit.
i can't smell anything.
how many fingers was i holding up?
i no longer have a fear of rejection.
or any feeling for that matter.
NO MOM! I AM NOT WINKING AT YOU!
YYYAHAHAHAHEAHEHHAHEAHHAHHAHHAH!!!!
dial tone.
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honey boo boo...
fuck. i just don't know. i don't have a focused thought about it. i can't gather myself. i just can't take whatever negativity i feel and concentrate it into a thought. it is really hard to describe...
see if you can follow me...
fucking kid.
pretty for her age.
future is not looking good.
obese.
what the fuck is wrong with her mom.
is she retarded?(literally, not figuratively.
my god. it has a show?
swear to myself not to let that happen.
child beauty shows make me uncomfortable.
they seem to have everyone's positive attention.
except mine.
somehow they make people around me like those demons.
demons just isn't a harsh enough word.
how do you learn something so fast at that age.
like:
manipulation.
getting your way.
remaining attractive(keep attention, not looks) while you throw fits.
being rewarded for it with a show, trophies, and contracts.
why is there NO decent picture of your mom?
she literally looks retarded in ever picture.
i don't understand. if a child can manipulate millions at this age... why couldn't she have learned other skills... like calculating, science, or something more constructive... even a lawyer...
jeebus.
well. hopefully you get the jist.
that is what i have to say about that.
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why am i a bad person?
two weeks into a relationship.
her parents die.
i am relieved.
now she can't take me home to meet the folks.
JUST KIDDING.
i am single.
the newborn kittens under my house have it out for me.
i'm fucking serious.
shit.
they are at my window now.
meow.
meow.
MAKE IT STOP.
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wow. i took a moment, took a suicide assessment...
based my answers off of what i hear on a day-to-day basis...
teens are naturally suicidal.
good thing courage has gone away.
or our future would be fucked.
there'd be nobody left to work at McDonald's...
i guess except for Ivy League Grads.
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immigrants are parasites.
sucking on the sweet blood of america.
we need that blood to spill for oil.
there's a war going on.
it's going great.
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all these ladies in this room.
they want the d.
yeah.
they want the d.
yeah.
(stretch that over 3 minutes and you have a rap)
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