oh hells yes.*note. Neither Animation nor song is not mine. Link found completely by accident. If anyone happens to know who made this, please tell me.
UPDATE: Fuck theonionnews. Real news is MUCH better.
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Seriously.
The Murder of MillionsAs time goes on I sit alone in the corner of my room And wonder, oh how I wonder, if things will end real soon because worlds pass, as many do, within just a moment and in my mind I truly think that I may condone it for the problem is, as you see, I do the world creating. Worlds heroes and valor are all mine for the making Men of principle, the kind that you do not see today women of merit and self esteem, lacking as well today Men more real then my friends, women, the same happenings and adventures that make my life seem tame Sacrifice and honor codes, and valor, virtue and life &nbThe Murder of Millions
Alasta part1“You're dead, Mr. John. You're dead and I'm here to collect your soul.”Alasta part1
John's eyes snapped open at the words. He found himself looking at the ceiling of his office building, a boring plane of long lights and tacky stucco plaster. It took him a moment to register that he was lying on the floor, and then his head was pierced by a sudden spike of red hot pain. His hands flew to his temples, where they were met by a cold liquid that had almost dried to the sides of his face. He quickly drew his hands in front of him, eyes wide in horror when he saw his fingers covered in blood. His blood. He wasn't sure how he knew i
Chemistry Lab with ChrisChemistry Lab with Chris. Based on a True Story.Chemistry Lab with Chris
8:35 -I arrive at class late. I've missed most of the lecture. All the seats are taken but the one next to Scott. I hate Scott. I attempt to sit in a sink, but that gets odd looks from the teacher, who stops lecturing to point out the empty seat next to Scott to me. I sit.
8:40 -My ADD kicks in. I stop paying attention to lecture. Instead I amuse myself with how far I can be away from Scott and still touch the table with an outstretched hand.
8:41 -I begin to write this, mostly out of boredom, from an arms-length away from my lab table. &
A Dull Boy.
Rules of Great Literature1. I am a writer. It doesn’t matter what I write (unless it’s genre fiction, in that case I am a deluded fool that needs to be re-educated) or even the quality of said writings; by virtue of being in the company of other writers, I am a writer. Do not dare tell me otherwise. After all, writer’s egos are notoriously fragile (comes from wallowing in all that angst) and we mustn’t discourage the next Great Author of our time from gaining greater perspective of human nature by hanging around with others who are equally disconnected with reality (except when writing poetry about their ex).Rules of Great Literature
2. All Great
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happiness is like peeing your pants, everyone can see it but only you can feel the warmth.
"DUMB LIKE A MOOSE, DIB! DUMB LIKE A MOOSE!!"
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"Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of a cancer cell."
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