So I've been having a lot of brain problems lately. I wish my country would make laws against doing stupid things, but we're slaves without any rights. Blue Stahli and the others don't understand why that's a bad idea. He's a devas ripping up asuras from the ground.
It's difficult to write, but I will try to overcome this problem. If I can't write, then I will spend all day spamming, so our leadership is lacking once again.
It's all domination and control. They have no idea what they're doing.
I'm going to write a story today. It just takes forever. I'm still trying to get help for my brain. I'll need gene therapy, which is incredibly expensive. I also need out of the US.
I am a beggar, after all.
Don't expect much from what you shit, Blue Stahli.
Here's a short one..
Once upon a time, there was a moron. He wasn't your average moron because he was also a failure. He was below average in many ways. He couldn't handle his lack of talent, so he went around pulling flowers up from the ground.
How dare anyone else be as beautiful as me!
I'm so clever, he told himself. His youtube views continued to drop. I'm so clever, he smiled.
Time passed and Blue Stahli saw blood on the street. He said, who would do such a thing? It looks hideous. He squeezed his hand and one of the roses' thorns pricked him.
Ouchie!
That was his answer.
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I dreamt of more
Than the final rest.
The heaven above,
The hell beneath
Leave gravity for me,
Always reminding,
Words can be saved:
Written wills.
The body decays,
Bones to ashes,
Extinction of all,
Not of Plato's forms.
Breath be gone,
Spirit expired.
Darkness forever.
Traps the mortals.
Tears are like rain
They always fall.
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