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I wonder how my other friends are doing? I’ve left them alone like some group of tomagachis in the 2000’s, I still have their chat rooms and see what their doing, but that’s no fun only if you want rumors and news. But to be honest, don’t you feel like you have the same personality’s as your old friends? Well no duh but like weird alike, can’t say the same for me though, but I read an article that a women’s friend had a friend that was her separated twin. I think it’s made up, I mean you would’ve noticed earlier right? Ehh but what’s more interesting is, what about the people you left behind? They probably don’t care but there must have been someone tearing themselves apart because of you, it’s a bad thought but a good question. Like when’s the last time you thought about that person probably never and you never will. It’s a interesting thought.

Life is a never ending sea, it keeps going until you find a shore. If you don’t find that shore you’ll surely drown in the worries, stress, and grief . Some people never stop drowning others never knew you could drown, but most have gotten out only to go back in. My life is forever drowning me but I lied but it’s gotten a bit better. More peaceful really, there’s a few more spider strings I need to get rid of but after that, my life should be like the sky before a hurricane. Humid but nice, so nice that you can forget your worried and just barbecue. Although I’m not sure it’ll be that easy, nothing is never that easy, but this does give me a perfect idea for a piece! I’ll have to find that book again, the one about the louisiana hurricane. Hopefully they still have it at piper. I’ll have to ask my brother if he could get it for me. Is it bad that I miss elementary? I mean like the feeling, nostalgia really is what it is. Sometimes I get so lost in my emotions that I forget that I’m sti

I know you're the wild and violent flame  I still, smell your smoke and  I can't play straight with your game  That doesn't mean, that I am yours,  I'm not alone I'm not a fool, I have a lot to give  In any case, it's up to you, if you can show  that you can give more than I got to give  It might be you, or maybe you,  my mind is jumping back and forth and up and down  Somebody come and rescue me  before an angel comes to take me round and round  I don't want you to wait, for anything  But you can't try to rush my love  I wanna be a girl, that has a lot to give,  never caught alone, never shedding tears.  So I need a man, that really understands  every little thing and knows my fears  It might be you, or maybe you,  my mind is jumping back and forth and up and down  Somebody come and rescue me  before an angel comes to take me round and round 

Kick! Punch! It's all in the mind. If you wanna test me, I'm sure you'll find the things I'll teach ya is sure to beat ya but nevertheless you'll get a lesson from teacher nowKick! Punch! Chop! Block!Kick! Punch! Chop! Block!Once more nowKick! Punch! Chop! and Block!Kick! Punch! Chop! Block!Don't get cocky, it's gonna get rocky, We gonna move down to the next ya jockey nowDuck! Jump! Turn! Pose!Duck! Jump! Turn! Pose!Listen carefullyJump! Pose! Duck! and Turn!Jump! Pose! Duck! Turn!Hm, yeah, I see you're getting better. Kick to the limit in order to get her nowKick, punch. Chop, block. Chop, kick. Punch, block.Kick, punch. Chop, block. Chop, kick. Punch, block.It's gonna get harder nowDuck and Jump. Turn and pose. Duck and turn. Jump and pose.Duck! Jump! Turn! Pose! Duck! Turn! Jump! Pose!Come on now, why don't you follow my words because we're almost done, I'll make it easy at first. I wanna se

Westwood was born in the village of  Tintwistle ,  Cheshire , [N 1]  on 8 April 1941, [3]  the daughter of Gordon Swire and Dora Swire ( née  Ball), who had married two years previously, two weeks after the outbreak of  World War II . [4]  At the time of Vivienne's birth, her father was employed as a storekeeper in an aircraft factory; he had previously worked as a  greengrocer . [4] She attended  Glossop  Grammar School. In 1958, her family moved to  Harrow, London . She studied silver-smithing at Harrow School of Art, [5]  but left after one term, saying later, "I didn't know how a working-class girl like me could possibly make a living in the art world". [6] After taking up a job in a factory and studying at a teacher-training college, she became a  primary school  teacher. During this period, she created her own jewellery, which she sold at a stall on  Portobello Road . [3]  While she continued teaching and simultaneously making jewelry, this led to her discove

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well we have to watch this movie. A part of pitch perfect aka a chick flick, the worst of its kind. Honestly I feel like this day is the  Sisyphos of a terrible year. There’s this gut feeling that it’s going to be terrible. Honestly I feel sick like some sort of plague more of a Black Plague of emotions or maybe I just have a fever and I need to go home.

How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you down, into my core Where I've become so numb, without a soul My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold Until you find it there, and lead it, back, home Wake me up inside Wake me up inside Call my name and save me from the dark Bid my blood to run Before I come undone Save me from the nothing I've become Now that I know what I'm without You can't just leave me Breathe into me and make me real Bring me to life Wake me up inside Wake me up inside Call my name and save me from the dark Bid my blood to run Before I come undone Save me from the nothing I've become Bring me to life Bring me to life Frozen inside, without your touch Without your love, darling Only you are my life Among the dead I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems Got to open my eyes to everything Don't let me die here Bring, me, to, life Wake me up inside Wake me up inside Call my name and save me from the dark Bid my

Number 15: Burger king foot lettuce. The last thing you'd want in your Burger King burger is someone's foot fungus. But as it turns out, that might be what you get. A 4channer uploaded a photo anonymously to the site showcasing his feet in a plastic bin of lettuce. With the statement: "This is the lettuce you eat at Burger King." Admittedly, he had shoes on. But that's even worse. The post went live at 11:38 PM on July 16, and a mere 20 minutes later, the Burger King in question was alerted to the rogue employee. At least, I hope he's rogue. How did it happen? Well, the BK employee hadn't removed the Exif data from the uploaded photo, which suggested the culprit was somewhere in Mayfield Heights, Ohio. This was at 11:47. Three minutes later at 11:50, the Burger King branch address was posted with wishes of happy unemployment. 5 minutes later, the news station was contacted by another 4channer. And three minutes later, at 11:58, a link was posted: BK&

Nuapurista kuulu se polokan tahti Jalakani pohjii kutkutti Ievan äiti se tyttöösä vahti Vaan kyllähän Ieva sen jutkutti, Sillä ei meitä silloin kiellot haittaa Kun myö tanssimme laiasta laitaan Salivili hipput tupput täppyt Äppyt tipput hilijalleen Ievan suu oli vehnäsellä Ko immeiset onnee toevotti Peä oli märkänä jokaisella Ja viulu se vinku ja voevotti Ei tätä poikoo märkyys haittaa Sillon ko laskoo laiasta laitaan Salivili hipput tupput täppyt Äppyt tipput hilijalleen Ievan äiti se kammarissa Virsiä veisata huijjuutti, Kun tämä poika naapurissa Ämmän tyttöä nuijjuutti Eikä tätä poikoo ämmät haittaa Sillon ko laskoo laiasta laitaan Salivili hipput tupput täppyt Äppyt tipput hilijalleen Hilipati hilipati hilipati hillaa, Hilipati hilipati hilipampaa Jalituli …

Parapa the Rapper is one of my favorite games not because of the story but because of the music, you can spam Chinese into oblivion

Bribe Anne really likes this song called crazy fog so  R-Ding-Ding-Di-Ding-Di-Di-Di-Ding-Ding Bop-Bo-Bop-Bo-Bop-Bop-Booop-Bop-Bop-Bob Be-Bob-Bob-Bob-Bob-Brrim-Brram Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba WEEEE Ring Ding Ding Di Di Ding Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bom Brap Brap Bing Bom Brap Brap Bing Bom Brap Brap Bing Bom Brap Brap Bing Bom Brap Brap Bing Bom Brap Brap Brap Brap Brap Brap Br Br Brap *Music and Police Sirens Play* Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bom Brap Brap Bing Bom Brap Brap Bing Bom Brap Brap Bing Bom Brap Brap Bing Bom Brap Brap Bing Bom Brap Brap Brap Brap Brap Brap Br Br Brap *Music Plays* Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom Bing Bong Ba Ba Bom Bom

If you don't get it Mar 10th looks like Mario woohoo, so to honor this I wrote my story in italian. I suggest you Google translate it for best effect. Sto andando a scuola a piedi, con il mio zaino che mi uccide la schiena e lo accompagna per tutto l'universo quando vedo un cane. era al guinzaglio e un vecchio la stringeva, il cane si avvicinò a me e lo accarezzai. Era tremendamente morbido come Downey sponsorizzato questo cane ma era le porte del paradiso. Morirei per vedere questo cane di nuovo così ho continuato a coccolarlo ripetutamente, lei ha 20 chili di pelo così l'ho abbracciata per 40 secondi fino a quando ho capito che questo non era un cane mg quindi sono andato e me ne sono andato. Così a lungo la mia ragazza floof

Like a small boat On the ocean Sending big waves Into motion Like how a single word Can make a heart open I might only have one match But I can make an explosion And all those things I didn't say Wrecking balls inside my brain I will scream them loud tonight Can you hear my voice this time? This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me Losing friends and I'm chasing sleep Everybody's worried about me In too deep Say I'm in too deep (in too deep) And it's been two years I miss my home But there's a fire burning in my bones Still believe Yeah, I still believe And all …

Ocean man, take me by the hand, lead me to the land that you understand  Ocean man, the voyage to the corner of the globe is a real trip  Ocean man, the crust of a tan man imbibed by the sand  Soaking up the thirst of the land  Ocean man, can you see through the wonder of amazement at the oberman  Ocean man, the crust is elusive when it casts forth to the childlike man  Ocean man, the sequence of a life form braised in the sand Soaking up the thirst of the land  Ocean man, ocean man  Ocean man  Ocean man, take me by the hand, lead me to the land that you understand  Ocean man, the voyage to the corner of the globe is a real trip  Ocean man, the crust of a tan man imbibed by the sand  Soaking up the thirst of the land  Ocean man, can you see through the wonder of amazement at the oberman  Ocean man, the crust is elusive when it casts forth to the childlike man  Ocean man, the sequence of a life form braised in the sand Soaking up the thirst of the land  Ocean man.

Today we switched seats because we’re close to quarter 4 and just uhhhhh two people, both extremely loud and such. Which is not ideal for me ya know? One person I don’t mind but most importantly is the subjects of these posts. Try taking BURGER KING FOOT LETTUCE seriously it’s very hard so I’m keeping it on the down low because having a fictional man with hearts is not the best situation when talking about grades and such, but there was a protest going on for the shooting in Florida but it’s in proska Park and on a Friday. If we get in trouble we can blame it on this one teacher like the four year olds that we are so we’re good if we get in trouble. One of my friends is going and it’s going to be fun I think, problem is that I don’t own a orange shirt so that’s cool I guess. I just realized I write cool unconsciously and woah that’s weird. But honestly I’m at a drought as of current because nothing special happened so I’ll end this short. Eat veggies don’t eat drugs and don’t die.

So I didn’t do the last two ones, I’m sorry but I’ve found a loop hole. We can write A over and over and make it a run on scentence then say “I like bananas” at the end but I actually want to write so here we go. I finished season 5 of voltron and YES YESSSSS. Some spoiler warning if you want to watch it, if not then it oki doki. SO HOME BOI LANCE TRyin his best and then gyro (Shiro the leader of the group) is YELLING AT MY BOY mY BEAUTIFUL CUBAN BOY LANCE but hold up a sec that’s the fake Shiro the real Shiro is trying to reach MY BOI and HIS FRIENDS but it’s like AOL and it takes forever so only a what reaches Shiro like the renaissance painting that is comunicatoin, but enough with voltron let’s go onto random ramblings. ALL IN CAPS LETS GO, SO I BROKE MY GLASSES AGAIN FOR THE 40th TIME AND IT WAs only a year THAT THEY  LASTED AND THE INSURANCE COMPANY WILL ONLY COVER TWO DOLLORS AND 36 CENTS, LIKE THANK YOU I SAVE A WHOLE LOT ON GLASSES FRAMES WITH TWO DOLLARS AND A SPIDERS RENT. S

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHAHAHHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHWHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” And thats a live recording of how im feeling, intrasting start I know. Anyway yesterday I had to clean the demon pit, it was hell (literally) Satan was waiting along with all my stuff in a “you’re leaving” box. I had to pack all of the abandoned piles of 8 year old clothes and multiple, multi-colored blankets. I was in the middle of exercising when my mom came into the room so I was feeling tired, we moved everything to the attic or my sisters room since I’m a raccoon and I scavenge and steal my sisters things which is a favorite past time (hoihoihoi!) but I went to my brothers room to see him playing fortnite, basicly be the last one standing while a death cloud chases you. To put it even more simple hunger games but polished. After that I fell into a unconscious state not knowing what I did I could only assume slee

I woke up to a raining day, pouring like how I pour the iced tea on my sister. Basicly  a whole lotta liquid on a sleeping household. I sleep in the gremlin cave aka my room, I made this origami butterfly for my best friend, since it was pouring down all of heavens sewage, I worried that it would be sad and mushy. I kept looking at it in worry I also made a song, it goes like this. “Butterfly, butterfly, why you have to die? Butterfly, butterfly, screw you too” A great song really, but I saved the butterfly from absolute doom from clouds crying about their ex. I threw it at her,she caught it for once and I’m proud. I walked into the ELA room and I learned we could do a sport character and we could draw our own. I drew a pointy oval, I thought it looked like a walnut. So in a moment of inspiration I drew a face, two small feet, and a twig. The boy next to me suggested to give the lil guy a umbrella. “How will he hold it?” I said confusingly “Probably jams it in the twig or on hi