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• 1990-08-02
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• 2004-01-14
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• Merchant of Human Lives
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• Captain Stan
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• Gathering a large army of Mediterranean Pizzas.
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• Since Godel.
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• Paranoia Agent, Gravitation, Excel Saga
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• Either to set fire to the universe or to blow up time.
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• Ruling villages...Plundering villages....Burning villages....
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• Some...are amazed...at the rate....at which I speak. (Also; suffixes. Quite the talent, I'd say.)
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Sunday, April 11, 2004
AND ALL THE HIGH NOTES SOUND FLAT!
I have this little red thing that's a clock and a calculator and an alarm and oh so many other things. I got it from selling magazines. To my family. One day, it played a song. (Of which I do not know the name) It kept playing... and playing... and playing this song. This was a highly annoying song. It would not cease. So I threw it on the groud. The song stopped for about five seconds, and then began again. I then chucked it at a wall. Same result. After throwing it at my brother, down a set of stairs, down the set of stairs three times over, and finally stomping on it, the screen cracked and the...black stuff in the screen leaked out. This happend some weeks ago. Just now, I left my room. The thing beeped three times. This startled me, causing me to jump. And then. The song. Began again. Throwing it in The Room of Said Brother, he begins to yell: NOOOOOO! Screaming and running from his room, he deposits it in mine. This debilitated, obviously broken machine CONTINUES TO PLAY THIS INFERNAL SONG! To this day, I sing the song over...and over...and over....the possesed Calendar-Clock has taken yet another soul.
This style of incidence has happened before...many Decembers ago. We has recieved some odd electronic violin lil' beastie from our cousins. This contraption would blaspheme various songs by Motzart, Beethoven, and the like. One day, it got stuck on...I don't remember...I believe it's Sonata in G or somesuch. Anytheways, whenever I sing or play this little ditty, Mon Frere goes ballistic and attempts to strangle me, or anything else to that effect. I believe it still haunts his nightmares.
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