| corporate sponsers tell me that i need to subdue the nonsense that comes out of my skull.
nonsense! i persevere till the end! no one will step on my feet or pinch my cheeks!
i can not be responsible for the youth! i am not a role model! i am a
regular person living the life of a celebrity! what can i do?
do not look to me for guidance. i am lost. i am lost and mapquest has
given me some crappy directions. why do they do that? i'll try to find
myself around, and i'll call you when i get there. make sure you eat
before. i have no money.
what what hwta? it all comes out. no order. i lack the sense of a man
made of pennies. i lack the wealth of gatesbilloprah. so. what does
that leave me with? atama. my head.
i'm going to sell my head on the black market when i'm done with it. it
can be used as a soup bowl. punch bowl. vase. decor. a huge, hanging
lamp. a watermelon sleeve. bowling ball bag. paper weight. a seat.
footrest. and so on.
adios.
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| if success smelled like boiled cabbage, then i'd smell like kalbi and my friend would smell like poop.
the smell of success is smelly, but we can all learn from this. don't
shower. showering washes away success. and who wants to wash away
success?
i sure don't.
why do people type stupid? w h y d o t h e y d o s t u p i d s t u f f l i k e t h i s ?
Sigur Ros rocks. as does Radiohead. Both of whom are making or made albums. hooray.
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