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FUCKING FUCKING FUCK i want to smash this computer all the way to china town and back mother fucker ugh. i had this peice down PAT and my fucking limewire goes like KJBSGR87HDVYB 8L,X V VVCVCCCCC. fuck whatver. heres the shitty version. tell me if you...like it?
once upon a long-time-ago, there was a boy who was sure of his foundation in life. he had a beautiful girlfriend, a nice car, close family, huge house, and a positive future falling into place. one day or another, a man turned to face him and said, "You are the ultimate product, you will be bought and sold again, and again, and again..." and that comment went on to destruct his life for the next 75 years. he went to college, got a job, married a woman, and composed children. when he woke up, he felt the words wrapping around his neck, and there was never struggle. when his wedding day came, he stared with glassy eyes, reciting and memorizing the words. when he looked at his wife, he saw a children's doll; painted-on eyes, lips, plastic skin, and coarse, fake hair. when his children were born he mouthed the words, like jesus reciting a hymnal. the boy never lived past 18, and finally perished with the words stuck in his throat. when the coroners did the autopsy, they found no entrails. in place of a brain, they discoverd a pig's heart; the arteries grew into him, rooting the heart in place. inside they found bits and peices of smashed micro-chips. nobody cared enough to tell his wife. what a life.
once upon a long-time-ago, there was a boy who was sure of his foundation in life. he had a beautiful girlfriend, a nice car, close family, huge house, and a positive future falling into place. one day or another, a man turned to face him and said, "You are the ultimate product, you will be bought and sold again, and again, and again..." and that comment went on to destruct his life for the next 75 years. he went to college, got a job, married a woman, and composed children. when he woke up, he felt the words wrapping around his neck, and there was never struggle. when his wedding day came, he stared with glassy eyes, reciting and memorizing the words. when he looked at his wife, he saw a children's doll; painted-on eyes, lips, plastic skin, and coarse, fake hair. when his children were born he mouthed the words, like jesus reciting a hymnal. the boy never lived past 18, and finally perished with the words stuck in his throat. when the coroners did the autopsy, they found no entrails. in place of a brain, they discoverd a pig's heart; the arteries grew into him, rooting the heart in place. inside they found bits and peices of smashed micro-chips. nobody cared enough to tell his wife. what a life.