I wrote something in a super secret blog of mine today. Having done that, I advertised this blog like a pro. If anyone was wondering, I don't like smelling tissues when I'm done with them. Just gotta start with some random content.
Don't read the previous paragraph...oh. You did? Oh...Wait? You didn't but you did because I emphasized the fact that I didn't want you to read it? You sick, easily manipulated person. I wish you all could feel the feeling I have right now. I have totally lost all sense and am now feeling the veil with my mind. When I say the veil, I am referring to the random cloth that I am imagining to hold.
If you read the first paragraph, I am upset with you. However, due to the fact that I don't really remember what I wrote in the second one, I implore that you do not read that one either. If you did, I would appreciate some help in getting a baseball bat with which I will repetitively beat and ultimately destroy a cotton ball. That's how I think I'll express my anger about what you've done.
On third thought, don't read this post at all. There's nothing that will make sense. If it does, then maybe you're as insane as I am. I'm serious though. This specific post isn't clever by any definition of the word. So, now that that's clear, I'd like to request you also get off of my lawn. And take that camera you set by my bedroom window as well. It's kinda creepy.
Okay, this paragraph is fair game. There's deer, rabbits, elk, moose, some bears, and even ducks. There's more of course, but I know that during certain seasons these are all fair game. However, there may also be different types in different countries and such. Should you find any, I wouldn't resent you knowing of them. Don't comment though, otherwise I'll know you didn't stop reading, which could possibly lead to a cotton ball massacre.
I wonder how many cruel and unusual words I've used today...maybe I should watch my mouth, or rather my fingers. However, I don't like watching my fingers for about three reasons. First, staring at your fingers has the possibility of making you look high. Second, one of my fingers always seems to look like some kind of bird. Last, but definitely not least...I forgot. Anyway, glad I had this chance to write an extremely personal and deep post. Thank you for not reading this, good night.
Don't read the previous paragraph...oh. You did? Oh...Wait? You didn't but you did because I emphasized the fact that I didn't want you to read it? You sick, easily manipulated person. I wish you all could feel the feeling I have right now. I have totally lost all sense and am now feeling the veil with my mind. When I say the veil, I am referring to the random cloth that I am imagining to hold.
If you read the first paragraph, I am upset with you. However, due to the fact that I don't really remember what I wrote in the second one, I implore that you do not read that one either. If you did, I would appreciate some help in getting a baseball bat with which I will repetitively beat and ultimately destroy a cotton ball. That's how I think I'll express my anger about what you've done.
On third thought, don't read this post at all. There's nothing that will make sense. If it does, then maybe you're as insane as I am. I'm serious though. This specific post isn't clever by any definition of the word. So, now that that's clear, I'd like to request you also get off of my lawn. And take that camera you set by my bedroom window as well. It's kinda creepy.
Okay, this paragraph is fair game. There's deer, rabbits, elk, moose, some bears, and even ducks. There's more of course, but I know that during certain seasons these are all fair game. However, there may also be different types in different countries and such. Should you find any, I wouldn't resent you knowing of them. Don't comment though, otherwise I'll know you didn't stop reading, which could possibly lead to a cotton ball massacre.
I wonder how many cruel and unusual words I've used today...maybe I should watch my mouth, or rather my fingers. However, I don't like watching my fingers for about three reasons. First, staring at your fingers has the possibility of making you look high. Second, one of my fingers always seems to look like some kind of bird. Last, but definitely not least...I forgot. Anyway, glad I had this chance to write an extremely personal and deep post. Thank you for not reading this, good night.
Made me laugh buddy...nice job! The creativity runs deep in this one...
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