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More so a Northerner.

Took my idea!

A bunch of comedians...figures.

Surely you should have recognised that British people don't take much seriously?

Song of wretched lies, god this band reminds me of old afi ohly crap and i just feel like typing random gibberish holy crap im on a a deadline like a minute left omgomgomg k waat now i nmeeed to download more of that sound of a revolution band, since i can get it all for free, oh **** 40 seconds, now less, ummmmmmm kay, i feel like typing some names so robert plant jimmy page led zeppelin arnold carson, where the **** did that come from omg worship band and time is almost of kkkk bye over and out

what the hell?

I'm going to try to do a poem of sorts, here goes.

My inspiration is the inhalation of hate
fate is a mindfuck of epic proportions
Orphans live homeless with half ass baloney portions
Life is awaiting a permanent state

Only the guided survive the horizon
and the homeless and hopeless but saved
the doer and thinker drop link a sinker
while the wanderer and the ponderer are confused as well as dazed

Took me 102 seconds...oops.

canned goods stare blankly at the wall contemplating their fate, i look at them they look at me and in between us there is nothing, but i try to touch it anyway, and it recoils, now its all around me, and in me, and i try to push it out, but fall in in inwards towards myself i don't even know what i'm doing and it feels great but then it becomes terrifying and all of a sudden i find myself on an island, i'm staring at the ocean and the ocean is staring at me, but its myself in the ocean who is staring at me, and soon the reflection will be lost but i'll still be sitting here and where has my reflection gone? where have all my reflections gone? they have flown away on the leaves to corners of the earth i can't imagine, and someone is staring at them trying to decode the message, and when they do it'll finally drive them insane.

Interesting...

my bed sheets are blue and the light is reflecting off of my keyboard and its annoying that that mc5 tshirt was blue but **** my mum is expecting me on sunday but i want to go out and its dark in my fingers yet whatever i do that train wont stop going along so i guess rthat receipt will just have to stsy in place but elliott smith is playing guitar so the red jacket will have to wait.

i F*cking hate finals so much...why would anyone have them they are basically the worst thing in the world............................i really want to go home but i am home shut up no you shut up i ahte those arguments i write so ****ing type slow

90 seconds is 1:30 so when queen jane ends I am done typing I dont know how I am going to do this because my fingers cant even keep up with brain even if i think im a fast typer because im always going to keep thinking of something else but just typing what i was thinking about ten seconds ago well now im laughing at double x because i dont have finals but in not actually laughing im just saying im laughing i dont know ok the song is almost over ok im done

Wow, I feel kind of stupid after doing that.