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Robot time. Red text because I like it. What is a robot? A miserable little pile of megabite! Mhyes! Hack the system, my chilluns!
Instructional video on hacking a system:
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"What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets?" Did you even have to ask? Castlevania kicks ass.
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Hello, London. Worst animation I've ever done.
Merry March, spideyfans.
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"HITLER IS THE GOVERNMENT" Miss Caroline yelled at the classroom, she turned around and wrote DEMOCRACY on the blackboard, and spit on it.
To Kill a Mockingbird - Page 245
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What is a man? A miserable little pile of Meryl?
Thats all I could think about, last night, as I quietly tuned my guitar.
There was no way I was going to lose the math competition.
I grabbed my knife and dug it deep into my chest.
The warm blood oozed down my shirt, and covered my guitar.
Meryl?
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So anyway. I was out in the streets this morning, and I saw the most intense MIDI keyboarding I have ever seen in my life. You guys should have seen it.
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YOU KNOW WHAT LIVEJOURNAL? THIS IS BULLSHIT. YOU KNOW I'M UNEMPLOYED. IT'S IN MY PROFILE. STOP RUBBING IT IN MY FACE!
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Alright. This is pretty much the worst day ever. I woke up this morning and saw a fishbowl next to my bed, with a fish in it. Turns out it was my son. I didn't remember conceiving him, but I'm one to take advice given to me on a note. My son's name was Dunmunkle, and he was a partially dead goldfish. I loved him, but then realized I can't afford to have a son. So, I did what any good father would do, and I took him to the toilet and attempted to flush him.
I'm so lonely.
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this morning i woke up and went to the basement to find a book. i found a book that mentioned that yellow snow comes from a land of nonsense. i found myself captivated in the book, not putting it down until i reached the last page, where the page was ripped. i had to know the ending, so i stood up, and went upstairs where i saw it, a glass of orange juice. arguably the final glass in the house, i didn't want to drink it. i never liked orange juice in the first place, so i had no idea why it tempted me so. it sort of glared at me, as i went through the closet. i went to my room, turned on the computer, and looked on google. the title of the book shone in gold "Skies the Limit." I looked beside the moniter, and there was the orange juice again. i didn't want to drink it. maybe i should drink it i thought, it's the last glass. i can't let it go to waste. i decided to go out for a brisk jog, when i realized that the street was missing, i was in silent hill.
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I wrote you guys a song. But lost it. So, I went to the backyard and smacked myself around with an iron belt until I began bleeding to death. As I lay on the blood covered snow, I started thinking, "I should start a third wave ska band." Long story short, I'm dying.
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This adventure all starts about a week ago. You see, I was skateboarding in the alleyway by Don's Bargain Castle, the pawn shoppe, and I tripped and fell. When I looked up, I saw him. His eyes were cold and blue, and his teeth shone in the light--DRACULA!! I quickly got to my feet, grasping the now fractured skateboard in my clammy hands, tears dripping down my dirt covered face, I screamed "Die monster! You don't belong in this world!" As I stood in front of the bulking vampire in front of me. "It was not by my hands that I was once again given flesh..." Dracula started, smiling, a trickle of blood ran down his face... "I was called here by... humans, who wish to pay me tribute!" He finished, with anger in his voice. "You steal men's souls! And make them your slaves!" I screamed, the voices ran along the alleyway walls that reached up into the sky, "Perhaps the same could be said of all religions," said Dracula, "Your words are as empty as your soul!" I screamed "Mankind ill needs a savior such as you!" Dracula looked stunned, his smile quickly faded, as he retorted, "WHAT IS A MAN?!" throwing his wine glass against the wall, as it shattered, he finished, "A MISERABLE LITTLE PILE OF SECRETS! BUT ENOUGH TALK... HAVE AT YOU!"
So I took my whip out, and whipped him a bunch, he took the pain, but eventually screamed, "PLAYTIMES OVER! GRANT ME POWER!" And transformed.
So then I went home.
I'm starting a ska band.
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