Hello all you beautiful poeple out there
im soo sorry , yes i am, i truly am , i wish i hadnt done it now , damn......
as of this very moment im listening to a random song , and having very random thoughts
very very random unimportant thoughts, like irony and the flying donkey
, havent heard that one yet have you
you dont want to i knw that ,but yet im bieng forced to tell you
yeah there is a gun to my head, happy
i may be the one holding it there but yeah there is a gun to my head soo there you go
heres the story............
the flying donkey was as u can imagine, flying ... happily , high up in the sky no worries
away from all those things that usually bother him like, trees, now it just soo happens that
in the next 10 seconds he ended up crashing into seven different trees , appearing amazingly
out of thin air...
but he goes"i must be dreaming , im the flying donkey , trees cant get me up here , i mean ..."
'POKE' he was cut of by another tree jabbing him straight in the eye...
now any sane donkey would have decided to land in a safe spot and take rest ,,, right??
but this donkey was hit by 8 trees soo he was not in anyway of sane
mind and lets face it,
he was a donkey who believed he could fly , total nut job is how u describe him...
where am i going with this story u ask..............i have no clue
im bored , tired , sleepless and pretty much pissed of with things ,
basicaly the donkey thinks something cant happen and then guess what ,it does
i thought u wouldve understood that by now, though , i could be wrong im not really good
at understanding stuff.............
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i really dont want to make a blog.it seems like too much pain.
there is hope though that one day it will dawn upon humanity that pain in itself is nothing but a sensation that the body feels much like the puppet crashes into the stage walls. there is no pain however for the drunk ass puppeteer who moves them strings in the idiosyncritically drunk ass manner that characterises all drunk ass puppeteers...
i say too much...it is pointless...but on the brighter side...what isnt??
is that really the bright side of things? man...it must be a crappy life...
i jus need some love i guess...
cuz i dont care too much for money...
it should be the other way around...but that would be kinda cliched donya think?
you are going to get back to me right...? cuz i so cant sleep thinkin about what happens if you dont...
life is good...it is also a bitch...but i got a bitch...and shes a good bitch...so thats allowed
her names cleo by the way...my folks spoil the whole thing by saying the whole name...even though there isnt one...but hey...jus for the general knowledge i guess...cleo comes from...cleopatra...!!
so with all excitement and enthusiasm...they educate the pretty uninterested listener that her name infact has been derived from that hot queen that has caused so much controversy...i should get to know about her a little...
my folks are cool...
i dont care too much for money!! money cant buy me love...cant buy me love...
i need help bro...not the bored, uninterested and depressed kind...but the really happy and optimistic kind...
i feel the need to write...lol...thats never happened before...but hey...neither has othello...
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