OH. SO YOU INDICATE ABOUT MY FANTASTICAL TITLE?
WELL, IT STARTED LIKE THIS:
There once was a little dinosaur, rambling through the woods. Only tiny rays of light could seep through the thick, leafy covering, so it was pitch black. The little dino-
WAIT. WHAT? WRONG STORY.
OKAYZ.
It was a dark stormy night, the wind whistling through the trees. {{ALLITERATION!}} Luke blinked and raised his eyebrows in astonishment at the fire, caused by the beaming rays of light from the moon. He glanced ahead at the clock tower. "Maybe there are people?" Luke asked Lise.
WAIT. WRONG SITE. AND TOO...CHEESYFUL.
YA KNOW, IM JUST GONNA TELL YOU.
DESK FORT. HEATER. WARM.
TA DA! I KNOW, I RECIVE AND A++++++=+---+0-==09890
WAIT...WHAT?
PSH. JUST
JUST
JUST
LEAVE ME ALONE.
Even from birth, the human race has a tendency to be negative. Why is it that we're all so critical, and even more so to ourselves? It's not always bad to be proud. So where am I going with this? Not really sure, but this blog is, at least, an attempt for entertainment. Enjoy. :D
WERE THERE ACTUALLY PEOPLE IN THE CLOCK TOWER, B/C IF SO, I'M JEALOUS, B/C ITZ ALMOST BECOME A DREAM OF MINE TO SHOOT SOMEONE FROM A CLOCK TOWER. I JUST NEVER THOUGHT I'D GET THE CHANCE, Y'NO? QUE PASA?
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