I'm simply artificial, as are all of u, don't expect good grammar, i don't really concentrate on that when i write
Monday, 27 June 2011
First
As this is my first blog u would expect an introduction, but unfortunately that's not something u will get from me unless i am trying to lure u into a trap in which case i have to warn u to be careful cause then it would be more challenging for me to lure u into my trap. This my friend was an introduction, therefor the next thing that will come is the trap, u fell in it, u're reading my god damn blog. Although i said that my blog is damned by god, i meant it in a metaphorical way since i don't believe in god and anything related to that matter. I want to say that i am tired, it's past midnight and i got stupid exams coming up although i can't really say exams are stupid, unless i say the people that made the exams are stupid, but they are people i don't really know, but still people i can find a lot about just by observing what they got in stock for me at the day of the exam, so i'll be able to curse him in my mind after i fall in his shit, well i wouldn't really have to curse him if i don't fall in the shit but unfortunately this downfall in his shit is inevitable. Going to the exams is like getting in the class, u go to your desk, u sit down and wait until the inspector , or whatever they are come in and serve u with a steaming bowl of delicious shit and they tell u its a piece of cake, they say its simple, they lie to u, then, when the timer starts u have to dig your hand really deep in the bowl, take a handful of shit and rub it on your face. Three hours straight, this is what u have to do. U might think , that after its over, you would feel relieved, but u don't, you rake of shit, u walk home with this dirty smell until u wash it away with some cold self confidence. The best thing to do when they serve you with the shit is serve their shit with your own personal shit, you know... pull down your pants, get on the desk, bend over, and just shit all over that fucking bowl of shit, then you take that bowl, you find the guy who made it and you throw it in his face, let him see how he feels.(in conclusion fight fire with fire and fight shit with shit)
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