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Something You Should Know About Me
This is my new account.
I'm fry.
I am very open minded, but please fuck off. I'm a writer.
I go to college, so that means you shouldn't fuck with me, man.
Right? I don't know.
Other than that, I don't really know what to write here except this:
It was 3:23 A.M., and my brother was as sweaty as a fat country sheriff. The wrangling went bad that night, and I dealt with the brunt of it. My brother's name is Kolbe. Kolbe was sitting in the passenger sit of the Jeep Wrangler, all black, and his face showed a gaping hole gasping for air. I turned on the light to get a better look at how he was doing. Terrible. A river of deep red came from his mouth, and his shirt looked like he just just spread ketchup all over it all over it. So, I told him, "Shut up." I picked up a Bic pen that was in the center console, took out the ink, took off the tip, and shoved it into my brother's throat. He could breath now. The world was entirely different for us now. It was night, but the sky wouldn't stop howling at the earth, and colors wouldn't stop whispering against the trees. I puffed on a joint. Thick smoke traveled out of my mouth and in front of my brothers face. The smoke trickled through veins in the air in front of my brother. When it all blew away, Kolbe asked me, "Do you think humans are going back to primeval standards?" He was perfectly fine. "Fucking fuck, man! I was worried to shit!" I told him. He only went, "What?" So, in reply I went, "Man...just nevermind." I looked back out the front window of the Jeep. "oh, fuck," came out of my mouth very passively. A mass of people were running right at us. Their flesh looked.."What the hell, man? They're either rotting and smell like World War 1 or just bone." They were coming right at us. They looked pissed. Not only that, but they had a ton of guns.
wwwhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
Here's a new paragraph:
Their fucking bodies broke my eyes, and when I gained my insights I realized my brother and I had to stop the beings. It's a good thing we took guns on our trip. I took out a Camel unfiltered, and told Kolbe, "Let's shoot the fuckers up!" I hopped out of the Jeep and use the door as cover. I put my cigarette in my mouth. It was as if I were kissing Jesus. That was my first cigarette since it all started. Glowing orange set it afire. The illuminating tip of my Camel unfiltered guided my thoughts. I breathed steadier, and grasped the wood of the .44 magnum. I pointed the long, shiny barrel at my first victim. My trigger finger pulled and released. Death traveled to the crazed being at 300 feet per second. Blood, brain and bone was everywhere.
I'm fry.
I am very open minded, but please fuck off. I'm a writer.
I go to college, so that means you shouldn't fuck with me, man.
Right? I don't know.
Other than that, I don't really know what to write here except this:
It was 3:23 A.M., and my brother was as sweaty as a fat country sheriff. The wrangling went bad that night, and I dealt with the brunt of it. My brother's name is Kolbe. Kolbe was sitting in the passenger sit of the Jeep Wrangler, all black, and his face showed a gaping hole gasping for air. I turned on the light to get a better look at how he was doing. Terrible. A river of deep red came from his mouth, and his shirt looked like he just just spread ketchup all over it all over it. So, I told him, "Shut up." I picked up a Bic pen that was in the center console, took out the ink, took off the tip, and shoved it into my brother's throat. He could breath now. The world was entirely different for us now. It was night, but the sky wouldn't stop howling at the earth, and colors wouldn't stop whispering against the trees. I puffed on a joint. Thick smoke traveled out of my mouth and in front of my brothers face. The smoke trickled through veins in the air in front of my brother. When it all blew away, Kolbe asked me, "Do you think humans are going back to primeval standards?" He was perfectly fine. "Fucking fuck, man! I was worried to shit!" I told him. He only went, "What?" So, in reply I went, "Man...just nevermind." I looked back out the front window of the Jeep. "oh, fuck," came out of my mouth very passively. A mass of people were running right at us. Their flesh looked.."What the hell, man? They're either rotting and smell like World War 1 or just bone." They were coming right at us. They looked pissed. Not only that, but they had a ton of guns.
wwwhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
Here's a new paragraph:
Their fucking bodies broke my eyes, and when I gained my insights I realized my brother and I had to stop the beings. It's a good thing we took guns on our trip. I took out a Camel unfiltered, and told Kolbe, "Let's shoot the fuckers up!" I hopped out of the Jeep and use the door as cover. I put my cigarette in my mouth. It was as if I were kissing Jesus. That was my first cigarette since it all started. Glowing orange set it afire. The illuminating tip of my Camel unfiltered guided my thoughts. I breathed steadier, and grasped the wood of the .44 magnum. I pointed the long, shiny barrel at my first victim. My trigger finger pulled and released. Death traveled to the crazed being at 300 feet per second. Blood, brain and bone was everywhere.
