

AutobiographyIt was hard to believe. No one had heard of such a thing. Throat cancer? I felt bad for old man Jenkins. The poor mute. Ever since he got arrested for molesting my dog, Jerry, (he had a thing for J's) everything's gone down hill for him. Maybe I shouldn't feel so bad. He is my father after all.Autobiography
Stupid prick.
My brother's poison should have killed him that Christmas. He deserved to live just as much as MJ'S nose deserved to be left alone, everyone hated it. I suppose it's only a matter of time before he keels over so then I can find all of that crack money he stole from me and my si


Am I insane?Am I insane?Am I insane?
Eyes small and round like black olives, Polar bears invading my head like the men of Columbus invading the natives. Am I considered insane if I find black piano keys edible
And if I can make white rice my bitch, by making music with it? I suppose so. Theyve taken me to a new home. My living space is as white as the Popes robe, And the black glove is my roommate. I like to call him Ray Charles.
I try to sleep inside of my pillow case but its no use. It keeps shrinking.
The snowflake is always the one to shrink and shrivel away. Drea
White
FEAR MY ROUND, SYRUP COVERED EVIL!
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This signature will self destruct in exactly... NOW!
DUCK FOR COVER!
CRACK-A-BOOM!
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I miss the carefree days of looking up into the sky and wishing to soar through the air like the birds that mingle on telephone pole wires.
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This signature will self destruct in exactly... NOW!
DUCK FOR COVER!
CRACK-A-BOOM!
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I miss the carefree days of looking up into the sky and wishing to soar through the air like the birds that mingle on telephone pole wires.
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~~This is how you remind me~~
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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