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I don't know what to write. Its just one of those times you think about how much bettter life would be if all the girls in the worlds just disappeared and how purple eggplants are so much better than flying pigs. Absolute nonsense sprouts forth from not knowing what to write, so maybe I should just write about what I do not know what to write about.
So not know whing what to write about, I start on a massive quest through my brain in search of what I should write. Its like," hi brain! How's the nerves?"

And its like." Jo. I hate you. Go away."

And I'm like." Erm... you're my brain, i can't exactly go away if you're making me say hi to you right?"

And its like," Go away before i make you cry." HAH! I DARE YOU, YOU BLOB OF GREY GLUE~!! And, guess what, I didn't cry! HAH! TRIUMPH OF MAN OVER HIS BRAIN!!
The word idiot is a very liquid statement. I mean, if one guy thinks everyone in the room are idiots, does that make him the only idiot in the room cause he's abnormal and everyone is behaving perfectly fine to everyone else other than he? Wow, if that theory was actually true. The next time some loony declares himself the brain of all brains, i shall declare him the brain of all nonsense. Think you're the smartest in your class do ya? Well, you might just be an idiot and not know it yourself.

Purple eggplants will take over the world some day. Why? Because purple eggplants will command huge flying pigs. Those gargantuan mammals will spray eggs all over the face of the earth and the stench will kill everyone! Every egg will have a plant and that plant will revive the egg, bringing forth, eggplants. Destructive squishy vegetables! Just when you though it was safe to head over to Esquire's and grab fried eggplants. How'd you like it if you got chopped up, fried and eaten by and eggplant? Plants are sensitive things okay!? Eggplants shall rule. Lets all submit to the egg.

By the way, Jo was abducted by a whacked up alien and has been put into hibernation for about ten hours. He's normally quite serious and logical. Stilletos people! Hey, that actually sounds quite kewl! Stilletos and ciao!

Do You Remember When?

Cause when I die,
Then I die,
Loving you.

Hmmm, its the band Yellow Card playing, I can't help but to think to myself. Lines of happiness, sadness, and joy wrinkled on my face. My hair white, energy I've once known when I was a foolish youth, replaced wisdom and maturity that age only gives. There I will be on my death bed. Smilling to myself most likely. Thinking of the times Jesus held my hand and led me through the colourfully worded chapters of my life. My story began with him pulling open the cover of a brand new book. As time went on, the book grew scarred with time, and as the pages turn brown, He reaches the end. I know that when the last page is read, and when His beautiful hands shuts the torn and plastered yet sturdy back cover of my story, I'll die with the words, "I love You," On my lips. A new and never ending book will then be opened.