Saturday, March 26

I write this like no one can

In a business where no one actually reads a word that is written but acts like they are the all knowing super crab from the astro funk. I write in a meaningful and yet disgusting style. Disyfer.

If you know What it says you can read me.

I can only speak to the poeple of the lost lab. He gives us pleasure of a higher sort. Can you feel the power of the future poison. It will arrive.

Mostly I've bee having @#$ withim'

I have bee in a blinding speed race with Fortmon. The coconut ape from the real neighborhood. Most of you pretenders can even begin to imagine the microscopic detials of the hood we grew up in. KATAMARI!!! When we grew up there were no fences to hang sacks on. We grow fences like trees produce sap! I have the oldest brain and it may look young but some day the death of all things grey will shriek in our faces and Boots will never be the same. If you think I'm crazy try the new burgers a DQ that's crazy.

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CAN SPELL
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