okay i need to make a stupid story i will make it about the bomb
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To begin now, with that forsaken promise. That last wish, your last wish. A single tear of heaven, falling from even the graceful. Falling, yet now bound for hell. By your side? Am I now bound too? Have you forgotten? Have you forgiven? I would die for you now, that gift, that promise, if you weren�t dead. If I didn�t already kill you. Where now is left for to me dream? Must I be damned? It wasn�t my fault. That promise, your last wish. It had to be mine.
I always thought that things would end there, at Wal-Mart. It is a pretty good store, some great prices, and definitely a great selection. I once went there looking for some food and ended up getting a job – they fired me because I was stealing their cheese. Yes, I like cheese. I just couldn’t afford it with what they were paying me.
Okay so now that I wrote a paragraph that has nothing to with anything, I can write another that is exactly similar because I am bored and have nothing better to do. Her name was Mandi, I believe. Maybe, but I’m not really sure right now. She always bought the same thing – money from my cash register. That may have added to my problems there, but I’m not really sure. I just think it was his fault.
You know, the supervisor. I think he was gay. His name is Robert. I mean really gay. I mean, like he was making out with a poster of some guy in his underpants. Well, maybe he was just in love with posters. And poster ink. That could explain it. I always liked to smell glue whenever I was using it in elementary school. That is why they started giving me tape. Only tape. And then I started eating that. I wasn’t allowed to do any crafts during the fifth grade, they just gave me a bunch of math problems. I like math.
My teacher’s name, I forget it. I’ll say she was Teehee. I actually don’t remember her too well but she was fat. I remember this because one time I called her "fatso" and was sent to the principal’s office. He told me what I said wasn’t nice. I asked him why telling the truth was mean, and I was suspended me for the rest of the day. When I got home my dad laughed at what I said. He knew it was true. I wanted to buy Super Mario 64 but never did.
There was once this person I met that had a really bad name, I think. I’ll call him Knegative. I think his name is really horrible, like Joseph. I’ll just say he was sent to jail for robbing a bank – it is easier to lie than to try to remember stuff about him.
My name is Garamond. Okay there I made a stupid story about the next five people who posted after me in this weird chat thing at #ffshrine.
Have a nice day everybody.
She encouraged it 😡
THATS GOOD
I think Knegative is a really bad name… still. Nothing has really changed. I think. Knegative – I only learned that wasn’t somebody’s name. It was their monkey’s name. The same monkey I wanted to dance with at Thanksgiving. Why did I call her Hawkeye then? I think it’s because people lie too much. If she would just tell me her name, I wouldn’t have to call her a whore.
I feel sorry for Knegative – I use that name for my uncle. You know, the monkey’s husband. It’s not really because she smells bad – for a monkey, mind you. But… it is because he has to talk to her on the way home about me. And I’m not very interesting, so they must not have much to talk about. I think that awkward silence must be really awful. Awkward and awful both begin with "aw", that’s because you usually use those words during lunch. I’m not talking, so it’s okay right here. This is all typed – writing – I am not saying anything. Hawkeye is – that monkey.
Wow, I think this made even less sense than the one before it. I really think it did. That’s quite remarkable, if you ask me. I once asked myself a question, but I got the answer wrong. Remember, never answer Denmark. It’s always North Dakota.
Remember, never answer Denmark
Maybe it was Ebichu, maybe. My present, not the whore. You know, Ebichu. Like a Pokemon, I think. Except, not really. I think it wasn’t, though, so I’ll just call it Ebichu. I am sure that Ebichu was great, something awesome. To forget something like that – it had to be otherworldly. Ebichu comes from Mars.
My brother, his name was Shotoken. I think he’s a girl now. But he was Shotoken, I believe. Actually, he wasn’t. That was the name of one of my toys – not Ebichu, mind you. I don’t even know if I ever got an Ebichu. I hope I did, though. It sounds awesome. But Shotoken, he was another toy. My aunt – she stole it. I think she was a lesbian.
Once, I heard some voice. The heavens, they told me that I would falter, as if to stumble and die. They told me that I would shatter, as if I was made of glass. And so I told the heavens that I would stop listening. I lied. I still hear what they say. They won’t stop talking to me.
My aunt’s name was Sarah. I’m sure.
I used to sing songs, sometimes. My voice was never was any good, my songs were just as bad. But I used to sing them, all by myself. All to myself. These songs, I used to write them, always the same songs. Always the same lyrics. Pallawelis, I’m sure that’s what they were called. The lyrics were always the same, the beat always the same. I think I stopped singing because people started listening. They were my songs, my bad songs. I don’t think they should be making fun of me. My songs were made of paper.
I still remember that toy, that Ebichu. I still don’t know if I ever got, but I remember it. Maybe I just played with at the store. I used to always play with their toys, so they kicked me out. Forever, I think. That’s why I didn’t have many toys. Just those few, always so happy together. I don’t think they ever got married, though. My toys, I mean. They just played together, always running around, having such a great time. But Ebichu, I just don’t remember having it. I think I didn’t, though. I wouldn’t forget having Ebichu. My toys are weren’t homosexuals.
And still, they talk to me. As if the heavens would partake in madness, so too would I shine in glory. As if the heavens would grant that final wish, so too would I see beyond the stars. As if the heavens were to die, so too would I. Breathless, for that final moment. Life here before me, heaven further still.
I never stopped breathing. They told me to stop. I just didn’t listen this time.
I always ate more than I supposed to, always more than I wanted. The cookie, that cookie, I always took it. Sometimes, I would just hide them in my room. I don’t really know why, don’t know where, but I did. Just hiding, waiting for me. I’m sure they’d still be there if it wasn’t for my mother. I never cleaned my room.
I don’t think I ever watched the sun set, or the sun rise. Just too late, or too early, for me, I guess. It’s something I could change, something I could do, but I don’t think I’m willing. I don’t think enough about these things to really care. That tear of heaven, I think I lost it. Oh well.
And so, this should be it. I don’t have much more to say. Only thing, I hope I find that toy. That Ebichu, you know? It’s something I always wanted, I just hope I have it. Somewhere, locked away. I think my heart, it would shatter if I didn’t. Just like Denmark, too fragile to be a Dakota.
Heaven, that star that shines above me as my light, I think I can burn it out. At least try to. The heavens, that which is graceful – the sinful would just sin again. Heaven partake in madness, light veiled in shadow, sacred guide that just fools. What dreams, these thoughts, things I’m forced to remember, all just to forget. I don’t know how it started, how it’s going to end, I don’t. I don’t think I could ever betray the heavens, I don’t think. Black even beyond darkness, light even beyond day. Hope, just hope, that much I’m willing to crush.
Heaven partake in madness, hell partake in grace. Breathless. I think I’ll listen now.
OKAY I FINISHED NOW TEST OVER
Sorry for digging up a two month-old thread to say this, but this kept scratching at the back of my head and I haven’t posted in a long while.
Hats off, ladies and gentlemen.
Hi Ebi…
shut up!
His "creativity" is melting my skull from inside out… I really don’t know if that’s positive or not considering thers this soopy liguid on ze flur wich ei hve n u clu w ti sis ssssdrrrrrrr…r. e;m….