I don't exist. I don't exist. I don't exist. But I am here. Laying on a bed. Eating a hot dog. Walking down the street. Walking on the bed. Laying with the hot dog. Dog walking on the bed here.
It can happen to you also.
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I am fundamentally defective, inspector 27 was my friend so he let me pass but i shouldnt have.. Me and my mom made an agreement that i would go back inside of her until im 29, its called "re-entry". I do agree with the purpose of NAMBLA (north american men boy love association). I don't think I am unique or special (like "dude i am so weird though, like different than most) nah im just like you, i am jealous of the relationship between my mother and father and have fantasys of completing my destiny of turning into an octogon or a female bear. I love david caresh. I am so deep. Dramatic. and really good at playing Ear infections as if they were an instrument.. Basically what I am trying to say is I love roast beef.
I am lonely and of a different race than most people. I do appreciate a fine cheese. one time I woke up with something inside of my urethra, usually you want to wake up with your urethra inside of something. I can pump hella hella gas. I hate it when people say "melk" instead of "milk".... I would eat human flesh. What happened to Zima?
Here's a poem I wrote
When I dive into your mouth, I'll slide into your esophogus, you smoked so much meth that I got high from your esophogus. I like your esophogus because I got so high from the meth that you smoked. I am a polar bear stuck in the middle of your esophogus, its hard because I am really big. A twig isnt big. I am the meth that you once smoked that got in your esophogus which made the polar bear high and its bigger than a twig. I fear the worst but I know that worst spelled backwards is simple tsrow so I am not so scared anymore, I am the ugly duckling liver inside a package of liver patte, which is stuck in your esophogus because the polar bear was hungry and he couldnt eat so much because he was high on meth and the twig that is smaller than him wouldnt suffice. We fell in love me and you, you fucked him though, you hurt my feelings, I forgave you, you kept hurting my feelings, I became gay. When the gay guy try's to enter the esophogus he goes in ass first, but then everything was ok because the polar bear who is bigger than the twig and high on meth and is hungry ate the gay guy that jumped into the mouth ass first. Hi maggie. If it's not evident I'm mildly obsessed with a women, she hates me, people will not like me, try me, bite me, stick your friends in the eye give them ebola and write me. I am clever enough to evade Pinhead and the Cenobytes but I cant make her love me. I am the first roller coaster ever made. The esophogus.
Here's a poem I have written about my predicament.
If I could only do one thing, one thing ever. I would climb into your fece's ridden small intestine. I would make friends with the burrito that is encompassed in bile that you ate not to long ago.
If I could only do on thing plus one thing, I would do two things.
