Dear world
Having first exposed myself as a poet (I've exposed myself to children on playgrounds many times, so I can't just say exposed) to Shanti on my first post on this journal, I feel the need to write more. But I'm tired from all the vigorous masturbating with sharp objects, inspired by Jeff Weaver during his week long living at my house for the moonbuggy, so I'll just not. Many thanks to the wonderful and illustrious Yidan Chen for creating the background stuff for this livejournal, as the creator would have no idea how to. Furthermore, disregard all the stuff about this being written by someone else. Itsa me, Kendall! How else would I have all these pictures of myself making the fob sign? And if this were Jeff, I definetely would have invoked necrophilia at least once, so this definetely isn't him.
Totally.
Fo Sho.
Totally.
Fo Sho.