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There is a lot to talk about, so very much, yet I don't have much time.
I'm trying to find more, and I know if I start right now, I will be late or miss something.
So I'm simply going to type some papers I've found in my room.
There those smaller, hand notebook paper, there yellow to, giving them that sense of importance, of holding great knowledge. Yet they only hold a few joke I found interesting when I was little and to such a point that I insisted I must write them down. Now though, so much paper clogs my room, stacks and stacks of stories, memories, poems, thoughts. I'm going to try and start typing them up, maybe that would do something. So here it is...

I don't have the attention span to think about it.

Q- When a friend doesn't return a borrowed tool you....?
A- Make a sarcastic remark.
B- Buy a new tool.
C- set a lethal trap.

Answer- C.

My theory is that you can blame all your problems on invisible people.
All your problems are cause by invisible people named Juan and Cindy. All you have to do is find them and kill them.

pg2.

I'm in such a bad mood, I've got to trip an ugly stranger, that will cheer me up.

Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask "is life wort it?" Then a voice says "who are you talking to?" Then another voice says "you mean 'to whom'are you talking to." .. no wonder I lie awake all night...

Sometimes I lie awake and ask myself "why am I here?" then a voice says "Where is here?" Here I say, "Where is here?" says the voice. "Wave your hand so I can see you" .. The nights are getting longer..

pg 3.

A= My new hobby is photography.
O= Want a picture of me?
A= NO, I like to look at them later.

I'm making a mine wall so I can't hear you.

My partner is channeling the angry energy go a thousand dead souls.

I believe we should go to war with all the country's who's name is easy to pronounce.

pg4.

Men keep asking women to date them, and women get to crush there fragile ego like a fugcicle stick on a subway track in New York.

Imagine the sound of one Hand clapping.

This morning I slapped myself with a rolled up newspaper for no apparent reason. It was strangely satisfying.

O= There's an important lesson in this.
A= What? Chihuahuas are evil?

Sometimes I lie awake and ask myself "Is this all there is' Then I hear a voice saying "What kind of question is that?"

Sometimes I lie awake and ask myself "Why me?" Then a voice says "Nothing personal.. Your name just happened to come up."