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PROVO TOOL

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About Me

I walk the street of life arm in arm with friends and loved ones. I hate being alone. I always get a moment to ponder and collect my thoughts because of the time I never have alone. It seems like I am always around someone because my thoughts scare my brain. I'm always looking for the right fit for a lady. I can't find the girl of my dreams because I never look behing every stone. she is out there but behind a stone that is just out of my grasp. my grasp is long, but not long enough to find the lady of my dreams. that dream is just a nightmare away, but in the day I dream I am walking down a street full of life and the stone unturned is not unreachable, but unturnable because my mind is too weak to turn the stone. the stone is heavy but my grasp is ninja strong. my grasp and my mind are not one. ninjas grasps are strong but only as strong as thier minds. Indiana Jones grasp was so strong he ripped a heart from a man's chest. I must get a leather jacket and a hat with a brim inorder to meet this girl who meanders in my dreams. Then when the stone is presented to me I will have the endurance and leg mass to grasp the stone and throw it from my dreams to my front door step, where I have been waiting on my couch for the last 4 years. Then the prophesy will be fulfilled as told in players ball epistle which is, you will wait until the girl of your dreams knocks on your door and asks you out. then will happiness be embraced throught the land, until then waste your time reading this piece of shiz.

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The man in the mirror in 40 years

My Blog

da bears

The winter in Utah has been brutal. I don't like snow, except in the mountains so that we can have water in the lakes in the summer. outside of that I hate it in the valley. I work construction and it...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 01:59:00 GMT

confused happiness

Everyday I find myself surrounded by challenges that appear to be razor blades. The triumphant disaster starts when I step out of my bed. Upon the promise of the day, the sting of slicing regret for a...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 01:44:00 GMT