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well, its another day.
why do they keep coming, is this some sort of CRUEL joke? and if so, whos behind it? my head still hurts, but i dont want caffeine right now. i know caffeine would cure what ales me, but im just not in the mood yet. maybe with time, maybe with time.
fuck, you stupid people and your stupid things. dance for me now puppets, DANCE. im not in the mood to exclaim my potential brain vomit right now... so screw. INDEED screw, screw like youve never... ahhh fuck it.
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sweet angry crapulence, it wont go away, i figured it would have by now, but NOTHING. only one thing left to do, the penguins will save me, they always do.
little equation for ya.
Penguin reds + coffee + Guarana = FUCK YOU IM TO FUCKED UP TO CARE.
must complete equation, need coffee...
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bliss. i think things are starting to right themselves. the black pain is being chased away by the caffeine and other yummy head things i like to take. GOD i love my dry erase bored. it serves me right.
"SERVICE ME MARTHA!" - angry noodle boy
now to complain about something... OOOHH nooo need. the coffee is taking over. and ive got the 9th again. i rarely listen to this anymore, which is a damn shame. more people aut to listen to this. FUCK someone just offered me pizza... a thrilling conundrum i have in my life. to eat, or not to eat....that is NOT A FUCKING QUESTION. SHAKESPEARE FAILED GRAMMAR SCHOOL. WHATTA FUCK. if he were alive, id do him right with a bat and a shoe to thy face, vile STANK-ASS-BIAAAAATCH.
sidetracked as the day is long. the sidetrack... where did that come from? people shouldnt think about these things. it just causes general uprising. HOLY CHRIST. there was a women on the news that "lost a son" (ya, my fucking heart goes out to you......[sarcasm]) in the whole plaining thing back in sept. so all of a sudden she ASSUMES she has a voice. now, people died, ya... but this was a while ago people. bad things happen, STOP FUCKING DWELLING. anyone that dwells on the past deserves to be shot 22 THOUSAND times in the knee with the thinnest round in EXISTENCE. but back to my story. shes complaining about how the world trade center was A: to unstable, and B: to large to defend.....
TO LARGE TO DEFEND?!?!?!? WHAT ARE YA GONNA DO, MOUNT ANTI-AIRCRAFT MISSILES ON IT "just in case"??? NO! FUCK YOU! i hope shes dies a bloody death, and no one shows at her funeral. as for "to unstable" i dont see, how with our current technology, we can build a 747 PROOF BUILDING. THE FUCKING PENTAGON COULDNT TAKE IT BITCH!!! WHAT DO YOU PROPOSE WE DO ABOUT IT?!?!?
Stupid women: "well, i think we should go to space, and talk to aliens to get better metal n stuff... then we can make all kinds of things out of... blah blah blah blah zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
god i hate people. mostly because they never know when to shut up. all of us, the entire race. why do we exist? all the bad guys in EVERY cartoon i grew up with wanted to destroy the world, and no one knew why... I KNOW UNDERSTAND.
good guy: "but if you destroy the world, youll go with it!'
bad guy: "indeed"
the bad guys rule. these are the people that graduated from MIT, figured out the meaning of life, and realized it sucked. megatron had it right, kill the humans... and whats with that name, "megatron" you insects even know what a megatron is??? its the thing inside a microwave that emits a high-freq. radio wave (microwave). it basically vibrates electrons really fast. in essence, megatron, is a vibrator.
uggh, the pain is in the back of my neck now, it always has someplace to hide. i must battle it off with more coffee... REGROUP!
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science question for anyone that cares to answer it out there. why the FUCK is non-dairy creamer flammable? and is that BAD?! and... can i replace non-dairy creamer with gasoline, or TNT? thanks.
-Demo
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