nose bleed
Another day of the school grind, and I can safely say "Shiver me timbers and swab the poopdeck, the barnicles have over run the hull"..
Haha, I got you, i bet you thought I was gonna say something that makes sense, but have I ever really done that? Its so good how I mess with you idioths, you think Im crazy and/or stupid cuse of the things I say and talk about, and you judge me based on it. But I'm doing it just so you will, you stupid goats. Pressure me and try and get me to change the way I act, ignore me and force me to speak in the correct way, but i wont. YOu cant MAKE ME DO IT! HAHA! I own your mind. You are all like "what the fuck is this kid talking about, why does he always talk nonsense and say crazy shit...I think he might be mental"...but Im doing it on purpose...really...or am I? Haha? You will never know you damn goat. I will bite you.
My nose has been bleeding for the last 3 hours. I think my brain might be coming out of my nose. Who the hell needs it anyway.
haha, people with tourettes are so fuckin funny...
"When I die and go to heaven, and I see god, Im gonna say, "shit"." HAHA <--that pwns, hard, cuse Im totaly gonna do it...except god is probably in some business meeting the day that Im allowed to visit Heaven to see what Im missing out on, and he will be all like, "Budget cuts" or some shit, and then I will just think about Highschool again, even though Im probably like, 108 years old (yeah, thats right, Im gonna out live all you monkeys by about 18 years, and guess why...cuse Im tenacious, and I bite people)
Anyway, back to the story. FOr those of you who are still reading this...Im sorry. I promise to give you like 20 bucks next time I see you (probably not, I will just punch you and steal your lunch money)
but seriously
on a serious note:
I might actualy graduate this year, its not just a PROCLAIMATION! It might actualy happen! Given, all of my teachers have to make sure I dont wank off and have my grades drop belowe D. Meh, but I should be pretty well-off, since I have all my sexual favors taken care of. (just kidding..not really...haha...or am I?)
This is probably the longest I have ever typed without getting bored and looking for spiders to Primer to the wall or hit with a peice of a candle...so I guess imma start doing some poetry now, BECAUSE I FUCKIN CAN!
Today I awoke from a blissful slumber,
To the sounds of someone lurkin down under,
I arose from my bed, with the dreams of riches still in my head,
Grabbed my wooden katana, someones gonna be made dead (maybe),
I crept to the basement, weapon in hand,
Past the custom made, wooden night stand,
The sound of the washing machine, drownd out my noise,
By the stairs I sat in poise,
gripping tighter on my sword, I reached back to get a full swing,
what a pretty sound it is when a blade begins to sing,
one motion was all that it took, surprise I was in, as I was shook...
On the end of the edge, was a man small in size,
His face was set with tiny black beady eyes,
Down to his ankles, a red robe did flow,
A smile of insanity, on his face did show,
No not Satan, but your guess is close,
The Burger King midget, was my morning foe,
He had no food, to share with I,
Redoubling my efforts, I aimed for his eyes,
But the midget was quick, without having to try,
At this point, I could hear him cry, it appeard his actions were TO FLEE!!!!(next line doesnt rhyme, you've been warned)
with the speed of a ninja, he was climbing the stairs...
as if on instincts, I began the chase,
if only you could have seen, his stupid plaster face,
with a snatch and a tug, his robe brought him back,
with a tumble and a roll, the midget struck at me, without footing for control,
the attack was dodged, as well as it could be,
but again the midget, was trying to flee,
Once again, I braught the sword to bear,
The midget turned back, and gave me a midget stare,
A fel move, of a clever foe,
for I was caught in his gaze, and his magic midget eyes turned me to stone.
God damn that midget, and his tiny little king crown, and regal clothing...and his "Where is your god now!" face. Thats fine midget, but revenge will be mine.
Haha, I got you, i bet you thought I was gonna say something that makes sense, but have I ever really done that? Its so good how I mess with you idioths, you think Im crazy and/or stupid cuse of the things I say and talk about, and you judge me based on it. But I'm doing it just so you will, you stupid goats. Pressure me and try and get me to change the way I act, ignore me and force me to speak in the correct way, but i wont. YOu cant MAKE ME DO IT! HAHA! I own your mind. You are all like "what the fuck is this kid talking about, why does he always talk nonsense and say crazy shit...I think he might be mental"...but Im doing it on purpose...really...or am I? Haha? You will never know you damn goat. I will bite you.
My nose has been bleeding for the last 3 hours. I think my brain might be coming out of my nose. Who the hell needs it anyway.
haha, people with tourettes are so fuckin funny...
"When I die and go to heaven, and I see god, Im gonna say, "shit"." HAHA <--that pwns, hard, cuse Im totaly gonna do it...except god is probably in some business meeting the day that Im allowed to visit Heaven to see what Im missing out on, and he will be all like, "Budget cuts" or some shit, and then I will just think about Highschool again, even though Im probably like, 108 years old (yeah, thats right, Im gonna out live all you monkeys by about 18 years, and guess why...cuse Im tenacious, and I bite people)
Anyway, back to the story. FOr those of you who are still reading this...Im sorry. I promise to give you like 20 bucks next time I see you (probably not, I will just punch you and steal your lunch money)
but seriously
on a serious note:
I might actualy graduate this year, its not just a PROCLAIMATION! It might actualy happen! Given, all of my teachers have to make sure I dont wank off and have my grades drop belowe D. Meh, but I should be pretty well-off, since I have all my sexual favors taken care of. (just kidding..not really...haha...or am I?)
This is probably the longest I have ever typed without getting bored and looking for spiders to Primer to the wall or hit with a peice of a candle...so I guess imma start doing some poetry now, BECAUSE I FUCKIN CAN!
Today I awoke from a blissful slumber,
To the sounds of someone lurkin down under,
I arose from my bed, with the dreams of riches still in my head,
Grabbed my wooden katana, someones gonna be made dead (maybe),
I crept to the basement, weapon in hand,
Past the custom made, wooden night stand,
The sound of the washing machine, drownd out my noise,
By the stairs I sat in poise,
gripping tighter on my sword, I reached back to get a full swing,
what a pretty sound it is when a blade begins to sing,
one motion was all that it took, surprise I was in, as I was shook...
On the end of the edge, was a man small in size,
His face was set with tiny black beady eyes,
Down to his ankles, a red robe did flow,
A smile of insanity, on his face did show,
No not Satan, but your guess is close,
The Burger King midget, was my morning foe,
He had no food, to share with I,
Redoubling my efforts, I aimed for his eyes,
But the midget was quick, without having to try,
At this point, I could hear him cry, it appeard his actions were TO FLEE!!!!(next line doesnt rhyme, you've been warned)
with the speed of a ninja, he was climbing the stairs...
as if on instincts, I began the chase,
if only you could have seen, his stupid plaster face,
with a snatch and a tug, his robe brought him back,
with a tumble and a roll, the midget struck at me, without footing for control,
the attack was dodged, as well as it could be,
but again the midget, was trying to flee,
Once again, I braught the sword to bear,
The midget turned back, and gave me a midget stare,
A fel move, of a clever foe,
for I was caught in his gaze, and his magic midget eyes turned me to stone.
God damn that midget, and his tiny little king crown, and regal clothing...and his "Where is your god now!" face. Thats fine midget, but revenge will be mine.