Zoomerang96
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the fact that i had a dream about alan jamison isn't much of a surprise. you see, guys, alan jamison is in my thoughts all the time. it's become a bit of an obsession, to be completely honest. and since everyone's being honest nowadays, guys, i might as well also mention that my thoughts are usually filled with unbridled rage when i think about alan jamison. and considering i'm always thinking about alan jamison, that would mean i'm a pretty angry guy, guys.
all my friends (i don't really have friends) are always asking me "why are you muttering non-sensical threats towards this 'alan jamison'?"
they're always asking me that, guys.
i always say the same thing... "super,GUYS me, guys."
ok
OK
OOO
KAAAAAAAAYYYYY
i realise this has gone on long enough
it's just that
AUCH
the rooster's running round this house, and whether it's because i chopped it off four hours ago or he hasn't figured out how to put it back on, i don't know, but he hasn't been seen with his head since.
am i the only one who has blurry, shadowy children who appear in his flat in the middle of the night? they're always just standing there, and never on the floor... usually a good two or three inches over. if i didn't have such a good sense of humour about it all, i'd admit that i'd probably get more than a little scared.
especially ever since they started flinging animal sacrifices at me as i cowar under my blankets waiting for them to go away.
i'll tell you, four hours of this might not seem like a long time to any of you who've never gone through this, but i can promise that those four hours would be much better spent sleeping. golly.
as if that wasn't bad enough, guys, there's all these people who keep running after me on the streets. every day it's the same thing... their faces are all pale as snow, and it would appear as though they've been eating plenty of raw meat. lots of red juice, perhaps even blood has stained the areas surrounding their mouths. i couldn't help but notice the folks deep red eyes too. can't honestly say i've noticed an eye colour like that before, but hey, things are different in germany.
anyhoo where was i
alan jamison. that son of a bitch. as if i didn't have enough going on, you have to constantly be running through my mind. ridiculous. completely ridiculous.
i just can't
i jsut a't
i can't write anymoe
eaihr EARS PLUGGED FULL STOP PULL THE PLUG
all my friends (i don't really have friends) are always asking me "why are you muttering non-sensical threats towards this 'alan jamison'?"
they're always asking me that, guys.
i always say the same thing... "super,GUYS me, guys."
ok
OK
OOO
KAAAAAAAAYYYYY
i realise this has gone on long enough
it's just that
AUCH
the rooster's running round this house, and whether it's because i chopped it off four hours ago or he hasn't figured out how to put it back on, i don't know, but he hasn't been seen with his head since.
am i the only one who has blurry, shadowy children who appear in his flat in the middle of the night? they're always just standing there, and never on the floor... usually a good two or three inches over. if i didn't have such a good sense of humour about it all, i'd admit that i'd probably get more than a little scared.
especially ever since they started flinging animal sacrifices at me as i cowar under my blankets waiting for them to go away.
i'll tell you, four hours of this might not seem like a long time to any of you who've never gone through this, but i can promise that those four hours would be much better spent sleeping. golly.
as if that wasn't bad enough, guys, there's all these people who keep running after me on the streets. every day it's the same thing... their faces are all pale as snow, and it would appear as though they've been eating plenty of raw meat. lots of red juice, perhaps even blood has stained the areas surrounding their mouths. i couldn't help but notice the folks deep red eyes too. can't honestly say i've noticed an eye colour like that before, but hey, things are different in germany.
anyhoo where was i
alan jamison. that son of a bitch. as if i didn't have enough going on, you have to constantly be running through my mind. ridiculous. completely ridiculous.
i just can't
i jsut a't
i can't write anymoe
eaihr EARS PLUGGED FULL STOP PULL THE PLUG