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never the machine forever :: chapter 18
first paragraph of chapter eighteen of the book i'm prolly never gonna write:
there have been many before us
and there will come many after us
i realized frying an egg. poored myself another drink.
i've waited long enough i said
put some pants on she said and dont forget to get milk
i pooped a little and went.
outside i was blinded by the light. i cursed the sun.
an old man holding an umbrella heard me and said
you smell like a fart and you shouldn't curse the sun boy.
many have done so before you and they got what the deserved.
i said: oh yeah? i paused and continued:
hey man fuck you seriously.
unicorns.
julian assange is a marter.
dude.. what?!
i was drunk. cheap wine. a little whiskey. coke maybe.
clearly unable to form a real sentence.
he wept as i ran away.
at the 7/11 that mexican asshole behind the counter welcomed me with a smile.
he said: hey hello.
i said: he...
nothing because right then the sun exploded.
there have been many before us
and there will come many after us
i realized frying an egg. poored myself another drink.
i've waited long enough i said
put some pants on she said and dont forget to get milk
i pooped a little and went.
outside i was blinded by the light. i cursed the sun.
an old man holding an umbrella heard me and said
you smell like a fart and you shouldn't curse the sun boy.
many have done so before you and they got what the deserved.
i said: oh yeah? i paused and continued:
hey man fuck you seriously.
unicorns.
julian assange is a marter.
dude.. what?!
i was drunk. cheap wine. a little whiskey. coke maybe.
clearly unable to form a real sentence.
he wept as i ran away.
at the 7/11 that mexican asshole behind the counter welcomed me with a smile.
he said: hey hello.
i said: he...
nothing because right then the sun exploded.
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