Rnbw fanny pck - if found plz call 403-923-1886. Ask 4 Kyle n say u fnd pck. Rewrd will b offrd

A few questions that I need to know
how you could ever hurt me so
I need to know what I've done wrong
and how long it's been going on
Was it that I never paid enough attention?
Or did I not give enough affection?
Not only will your answers keep me sane
but I'll know never to make the same mistake again
You can tell me to my face or even on the phone
You can write it in a letter, either way, I have to know
Did I never treat you right?
Did I always start the fight?
Either way, I'm going out of my mind
all the answers to my questions
I have to find

Fuk you njgga im tha fukin king

HI

I CAN HELP

I CAN HELP YOU

I CAN HELP YOU HELP YOURSELF

Fluorescent lights flickering always gave him an uneasy feeling, but their ambient quiver coupled quite negatively with the urban claustrophobia of the train car; littered with adverts and promotions long past their intended and contractual lifespan. Every stop was a minor panic attack - escalating to its climax when whatever sorted midnight-citizen meandered in and made brief eye-contact. It was always obvious who was the most paranoid by who was acting the least conspicuous. Those with a more severe state of internal psychosis display signs of obvious outward anxiety despite in actuality being preoccupied with a now new panic-attack about whether or not they are now expressing their intense inner anxiety outwardly. Sometimes, he wondered in his most tranquilized euphoric state, if in actuality these events had only occurred inside his own mind, if the disgruntled and disheveled sky-scraper peasants were not as wired and fried as he was. If the odd stare in his direction meant that HE was the sorted individual that seemed most likely to foam at the mouth and madly wield a hunting knife. Sauntering through the shadows of the tunnel ride, disguised in noise and the void of light ---

etc.

One day i'll complete a piece of writing.

P.S Fuck yourself

p.p.s fuck me

The floor was frigid and inviting, welcoming my sullen skeletal figure as a mother would a newborn. It was the only safe-haven from the walls, sweating profusely and perpetually encircling my perception in a nauseating dance of back-and-forth. My sweat was of a different breed, cold and liberating, gleefully complimenting the icy sting of the ceramic and the stale breeze billowing in through the window just above. I welcomed the erratic full-body vibration that accompanied my state of physical surrender, as if to mock the indisputable audacity the walls had in trying to force motion sickness upon me. I became sickness. Completely enveloped in illness my mind would switch in and out of distinguishable thought, stopping only to contemplate the severity of my problem and the possibility of which hospitalization would be necessary. Songs, phrases, one-liners and jingles looped ceaselessly inside my eyes and ears, accompanied by images of metaphysical beings and twisted alternate realities. Time became a distant object of fiction, all that mattered were the fleeting moments of perfect health; experiencing brevity much in the same way that one may manage several gasps of air before being drowned and murdered. Then came a much different sensation. An unnatural warmth with origins from inside my quasi-functioning corpse spread with great zeal throughout my body, with the pressure finally mounting in my stomach. With the early morning sun flickering in the distance, I climbed up.

Four seconds of blissful heaving later I slump back on to the frigid ceramic, with the clouds of my subconscious circus clearing slightly I grinned with great fervor.

Gotta get up, and get right.

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Being sick late at night sucks lol

You have to be pretty stupid to get hacked, but I did. I hadn't been on Newgrounds in a very long time, and had received an email from Wade's ACTUAL email address which had a link to a very Newgroundsy looking webpage asking me to sign in. It was a silly error which I attribute to the late hour and the fact that I was trying to pack a fucking bowl for the first time all day. I wasn't paying much attention and I apologize to those of you who got banned because of it.

yup