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Thursday, March 25, 2004
The Man Who Sold the World
I have been in a strange mood all day. It is a strange good mood, though.
In Latin I was making sexual innuendos fly like they were birthday balloons let into the sky by a birthday boy. And this birthday boy had already eaten his cake, and now he wanted to open his presents. He wanted a big present that was the most special present of them all. O_o [*realizes he never uses faces in here. Mmm. . .interesting.]
I am very unserious right now. My homework is in front of me, and Mitch is going, "Mitch dun wanna do his homeowork! Nyah nyah nyah! Mitch wanna go fer walk and haff fun, an take a shower too! Nyah nyah, stoopid homeowork!"
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I think I've become insane. I think this is the last egg that's cracked in my head and now it's being scrambled in a little dish and now it's being fried on a pan that's full of oil and butter. Mmmm. Butter. Butter is good stuff, nice and fattening and yellow and steaming. And now the scrambled egg's being served at a dinner table. Stab stab, scrape scrape as the fork goes into me.
I've cracked the last egg and now it's being eaten.
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Yeah. I think I'll go take a shower now, then, and then force myself to do my homework.
Sex= Latin for six.
Facit= Latin for "he makes."
Those Latins were pervs.
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