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ok let's kill some time only futurists can kill
next ...lady's & gentlemen .. the 7th chapter of the satellite king The escapist somewhere started a new evolutionsoup wich gave birth to the escapist born in a time where creatures with technology started asking funny questions if they where alone in the universe the escapist answer on the funny question was like a carcass for the vultures and so the day came that the escapist escaped from the universe there he sees astra goddess of the universe she was a radiation of unseen beauty and intelligence the escapist falls in love with astra suddently everthing disappears only a tear of the purest sorrow is left in the hand of the escapist not knowing what to do the scapist goes to a witch in the childhood of the escapist childeren where speaking of a house where there lived a witch he only seen her once in that time in the forest when she was collecting some herbs can you explain what this tear is he askes to the witch it's a tear made out of your own death wich gave birth to your love escaping answerd the witch and so the cycle of evolutionsoup was round and the escapist find back itself |
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give me 5 minutes
got to take a shit |
ok i'm back
i know i know you all miss me soo much and my perfect english you can't live without me? ohh yes you can |
damn i forget to buy chips
in the mood for some doritos + drink with bubbles + candy be back soon |
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuug. I have to write 15 pages for Monday....and Melt Banana is playing on Sunday. NO goin' out this weekend....must finish paper before Melt Banana.
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This night is fucked up.
A regular evening with some drinking with good friends at home ended up on a party with fights and other shit.. I'm stressed but OK. Now I'll hit the bed after some southpark.. |
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Febreze really does get the semen smell out. |
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I am right now, as we speak, taking a dump.
It feels nice. |
Writing papers over the weekend ROCKS!
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one more page with research and I'll be done with the research part of this paper.....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SO CLOSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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fin.
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well you are going somewhere evol
i had a dream i was driving a new red ferrari, alone for a short moment but i had a bit fear because i didn't had a drivers licence now i'm thinking what can i do about it and why i don't have a drivers license hmm have to do the brainwork to get that puzzel fixed on the otherhand i live free enough to not have any pressure on myself to do anything in this animal life if there is a dreamanalyst expert here on SG that can say something about this dream you have the right to speak, write spoonfed alphabetic sapian basics i'll probably understand |
the red ferrari is a SYM-BOL of this message board, but the board is blue and not fast. you are going alone because KIM deleted everthing and nobody knows who you are on facebook.
the drivers license is the english language. you don't really need it to drive alone. it's only when other people become involved. you live free, so free. until next time. |
thanks flowt
this has bring me to the next level (what ever humans with egodrive may mean by that ) gonna be the man driving around in ferrari's time to pick up mademoiselle 'unknown' |
melt banana.....TONIGHT!
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wow. they were amazing. I was all over the floor. 'twas fun, and I drank a little too much....but I am fine...I am tired; I raged too hard. g'night.
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New apartment. Officially move in Tuesday. An ecstatic ending to a mostly weird year. Not good weird, not bad weird...just weird, period. 6th apartment in the same building in less that a four year time period. Maybe that's weird, too. Don't see myself moving out of this one anytime soon. Fucker is humongous. 4th floor. 3 bedrooms, 1 bath, TWO balconies (one in living room, one in master bedroom).
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