User:Random guy

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Just like blue better than red.

like prawns are shrimp and skill saws are circular my minds angles are perpendicular, vehicular- manslaughter, i swear i didn't know she was ya daughter, if you havnt read this shit yet i think ya oughta.

http://www.amillionpenguins.com/wiki/index.php/Chapter_1.5

Dont know how much more I can take. Dont know if I can really see a point. The main page seems to be a lost cause. The alternative novel might be going somewhere, as might the CYOA. But the thing is i jusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssttttttttttttttttttttt hhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ttttttttttttttttoooooooooooooooooooo pppppppppppppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

"Oh god. I'm fuckin loosin it again man." he says as he rubs another tube of chilli paste in his left eye. (It keeps the hallucinations at bay.)

"Skitzo! skitzo!" yelled the little boy as he rode past on the giant orange snail, "You're a fuckin skitzo!"

The little girl with funny teeth tore back the skin on her forearm and let the blackness ooze out. It slowly covered everything around her.

The little boy screamed and kicked the snail in the side. It grunted and began to slide a little faster. (secretly the snail wanted to kill the little boy, but it was subject to the same laws as robots.)

The blackness swelled and pulsed it's way down the street after the snail and the little boy. The little girl laughed a wicked little laugh. AAhahahahaahh (or some thing like that. but a bit more scary)

Just then a rabbit, who had been playing in the sewer with a magical green frog with a purple eye patch, came running over the road with a two handed battle axe.

The little girl screamed as the axe pierced the backness and drove into her skull. Pieces of little girl brain flew into the air and landed on the air next to her little girl teeth, which were chemically whitened and artificially straight of course.

A council worker in a street sweeper sighed. 'No respect' he thought.

The little boy on the snail laughed. "Skitzo, Skitzo, your a fuckin skitzo."

He never saw the shooter, Never heard the shot, Never even felt the bullit hit his brain. But it did. The end. Is nigh. Send your cheque or money order to, I'm a gullible idiot, p.o box 696969, rip off central, off the planet, Fairyland.

Thank you and good night. I mean morning.

Unless of course your reading this in the afternoon. In witch case Bless you. I think. sometimes. When im not busy. witch is most of the time. Wizard the rest. Why are you even still reading this shit? dont you have a life?

good. so dont I.