Aereola Borealis! Is that what God pt. 1 calls it when he wears his light up nipple ring? I don't know; did I make the right choice?! I just want the Sony Vaio Laptop, you sons of bitches! But today kids, I will join you with a candied apple and speak proper. As a result of [previous...still there...?] depression, I can't help writing things in a certain fashion, but to quote ---, though I do not completely agree, "THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS COINCIDENCE" 'Kay, sa-like. I went to the mall on Sunday. Clothes, DVDs, CDs, 'decor' [lolz], yeah that sums it up. I had a great time. Mall pretzels are the best. :-) I still love 'teh' Erika. Mmhm. I think I better go take a shower. I'll write more later. ;D RS knew what was going on. Even number 53 was Twenty-Two! Number 12 Looks Just Like You! Would the real Number 12 please stand up? You can never understand if you do not produce or eat your produce. David Hit Puberty! Speaking of which. When a tree's growing out of a fucking head, why ask what it means? It's only equal to everything. And the Red Blue and Yellow has allergies. Does that make him unique? Fuck the Ferrons for all the inspirational nonsense. The oilly headed one I call David is not a cannibal. And he certainly is not Mickey's companion, Pluto! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Did you even count the dots? :-) Silencing the Shepard is a short piece I wrote. It foretells the Apocalypse in the voice of the present. And I present to you... No. :-) And believe me children. All that you have read is not nonsense. It is not. I've already done all the math. Can you breathe okay now? No? Then you're not worthy. -Two of Three