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I'm a real, slam-bang, honest-to-goodness, three fingered humdinger. I'm a bona fide Supraman.
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Because Dan won't.
OH LOOK I'M ELVIS HERE'S MY SHITTY ATTEMPT AT BEING ARTISTIC OR AVANT GARDE OR WHATEVER
also here i like to contradict myself and use shitty grammar to be sarcastic lololo i'm fanny
ALSO I LOVE VIRGILIA
ALSO I OVERUSE THE WORD ALSO
ALSO PICTURE OF HENRY SPENCER BECAUSE I LIKE CINEMA
So, I was brain orgasming as I usually do, only instead of breathing for 25 seconds, I did thirty.
My friends were a bit vague on the details, but apparently I fell backwards, which is probably true because my ass and the back of my head hurt like fuck, and that I was out for like a minute.
Now, usually, when I do this, I see green lights and zooming really really fast on blurry streets, but this time, I saw everything I wanted to do with my life before I died (which I won't share, because it's rather personal). The thing is, I saw it in what seemed to be real time. I actually felt all the years passing by, and when that was done, I saw my physical self and kind of just went into it like they did at the end of Hercules.
This is probably one of the scariest things you can ever be faced with, an out of body experience. I felt like I had died, which makes this the second time today I almost died.
Or I'm just being overdramtic.
In seventh period, we had a notebook check, and my notebook was passed to some other kid, who, after seeing what I wrote on the back cover, inquired loudly "Elvis, what the heck is "daw grape"?"
Lols were had.
Also, on the way to my next period, I saw a black kid in a purple shirt with the Kool Aid man's face on it. I pounded my chest and said "GO STEREOTYPES" to him.
Also, some kid I kind of know (what is very homophobic) saw me in the halls, and held out his arms, and we embraced for a good five seconds. It was pretty great.
I've not engaged in any debauchery recently.
I've not had my mind blown by something someone said
I've not dreamed about immolating myself.
Yep.
Not.
