!the BIGGUN hates YOU!
-I wrote some stuff.
and my N key is sticky.
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I keep having this creepy-ass feeling that I need to make something. Not
like a sammich... something tangible but not for eating.
Not these folded up papers covered with words that I keep in my pocket,
goddamnit... They're rambling nonsense, for the most part.
They start in the middle of nowhere and go absolutely nowhere and say
nothing during the drive - a lot like Good Will Hunting...
I need to build something...
Ya know, something colorful and big and ugly with bits...
little pokey and frazzled bits.
__My life - in haiku.__
Elementary-
why is everyone so dumb?
No one mentioned this
And then middle school
now that was annoying shit
Counselor from hell
High school was pointless
Found out I could lead a cult
All want to be me
Workplace full of fools
And THEY tell ME what to do
What's up with that shit?
Gonna chill alone
because people make me ill
Kiss my ass, bitches.
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Anyway.. yeah..
Rock the fuck on.
