The ramblings of an insane man. Presented by the man in the black hat.
Sometimes people have no clue why water runs from a hole in the water. People don’t realize that clicking on a keyboard will have no effect on the display screen of their life. They don’t realize that they have the potential of being ingrates or studious book worms that dedicate there entire life to sipping lattes and mochas and doing the Friday happy hour and replacing the feeling of worthlessness with guilt for that fellow man. Screw you tony the tiger screw you red mug. I hate you water bottle . I took and axe and threw it through some kids skull. Blood pouring down his face to a large puddle of blood on the floor. Was I ever in trouble . A dream confession of fabrications and alibis where do I place myself on this resentfull night. I was bowling. I placed 3 games higher then I did last week. And that was a retard move on my part. Taking a blue chair and a projector sliding it down a hill and hopping up and down wishing that my counterpart on the other end would come to realize that it was a valiant effort. Triumphed by the epitomy of garbae and labels that were coming to the conclusion that this was just a game. I took him by his collar and shrunk that heat to a high pitch hoping that he would realize that not much has happened since that last time he came through this town in a jollopy that couldn’t even hit thrity five. What a waste of life he was. Carreening down the path. Foot on the pedal. The brakes hardly could hold the car on the road that was heading down to hell. Screw life he screamed. He had no idea what it was in his mind that was driving him to such new extreme measures! Alright go life!!
Black hat out!!
Sometimes people have no clue why water runs from a hole in the water. People don’t realize that clicking on a keyboard will have no effect on the display screen of their life. They don’t realize that they have the potential of being ingrates or studious book worms that dedicate there entire life to sipping lattes and mochas and doing the Friday happy hour and replacing the feeling of worthlessness with guilt for that fellow man. Screw you tony the tiger screw you red mug. I hate you water bottle . I took and axe and threw it through some kids skull. Blood pouring down his face to a large puddle of blood on the floor. Was I ever in trouble . A dream confession of fabrications and alibis where do I place myself on this resentfull night. I was bowling. I placed 3 games higher then I did last week. And that was a retard move on my part. Taking a blue chair and a projector sliding it down a hill and hopping up and down wishing that my counterpart on the other end would come to realize that it was a valiant effort. Triumphed by the epitomy of garbae and labels that were coming to the conclusion that this was just a game. I took him by his collar and shrunk that heat to a high pitch hoping that he would realize that not much has happened since that last time he came through this town in a jollopy that couldn’t even hit thrity five. What a waste of life he was. Carreening down the path. Foot on the pedal. The brakes hardly could hold the car on the road that was heading down to hell. Screw life he screamed. He had no idea what it was in his mind that was driving him to such new extreme measures! Alright go life!!
Black hat out!!
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