...Thought I'd try something new....

Just as I say in a great misanthropic stature that I am a wired pinnacle of hysterics for the sake of writing and for metal trying to take over the world with a golf club duct taped to a green computer screen carrying a can of cherry coke with its teeth rotting tasteful flavor because it has a ton of empty calories cold in my hand almost full because I won't drink it but only look at it with stupid eyes as the wind blows cold against the window pane near my left ear where the rain also falls through the trees in the ground next to the house that I'm at red with its shitty brick color in the southern state of fucking Texas, I am thinking What The Hell am I doing writing about nothing at all except how I want to take over the rocky world with its farting volcanoes and stupid little creatures eating that sucks anyways even though I can't believe a rant about shit can possibly encounter a smart and objective performace towards the sake of being not completely stupid whereas the fatty tissue below the oysters of my back can rest in an uncomfortable chair as I write for fuck's sake a void of light for all I care as the wind blows and the cherry coke moans from loneliness of not being drunk and the trees whisper and my ass farts it's own volcano and the rain continues to patter upon the slick and wet window sill while I repeatedly use words to incorporate a rant that belongs nowhere inparticular and where its sole purpose is to continue to rant about taking over the rocky world of the planet Earth being the third planet and very far from urANUS and a fucking SHIT load of adjectives.

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