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I guess you can say it started a long time ago. Nobody really knows. And if they do know they are probably lying to you anyway. You could also say a lot of things but they wont be what I am gonna say. Nobody is safe anymore. You cant hide from things like Dixie Cups and the internet. You cannot run from fast food companies that want you to be all that you can be. I guess what you can say is that your gonna listen to what I'm gonna say. But you wont. Because Im sane. And your not. So you will probably just ignore the most important message of your life. Back in the day. And I am talking way back in the day. Probably so far back in the day it was night time. Oh and About 5 years ago was when I had my first "vision" Although doctors call it a hallucination. I consider it divine intervention. But who really knows? I'm still not sure I need to be intervened. What started out as a normal day dream went wrong. I guess what I'm trying to say is. You know something is wrong when Exit Signs in buildings arent green. How can we trust something when it isnt color coded and packed neatly into a pez dispencer. Did I spell that wrong? Dis Spencer. Now i'm off track. Nobody in my store is named spencer. lets get back to the point. I was having a normal daydream. So normal in fact it had to have actually happened but it didnt. Which is proof I am telling the truth about it not actually happening which it most likely did. Now. You may be thinking to yourself what is wrong with a day dream? Normally nothing. But do you remember what I said before? It was night time. You cant have a daydream at night. It just doesnt happen. Anyone who tells you that you can have a day dream at night is probably like you. And as far as I can tell your insane. Because I'm sane. And nobody gets it. When I "Awoke" from my daydream which was at night so it must not have been a dream but in all actuallity a hallucination which is best described as a revelation from a higher source; I didnt want to beleive it at first. I pretended it didnt happen. Thats what people who arent sane do. They pretend it didnt happen. And back then I wasnt sane. back then I was handicapped. I had to drive my car to work. I had to go to work 5 days a week. I had to work cuz thats what people do when they arent healthy. Healthy people stay at home and get money from the government. Because the government hurts them so they cant work. If sane people worked. They would have noticed what was going on a long time ago. Did you know the great depression wasnt really great? if thats true then there was no depression. So everyone worked cuz they werent sane. So back to my day dream that wasnt a day dream. It wasnt a nightmare because there werent any horses. The next day. I had a nightmare. Now typically you cant have a nightmare. But seriously. In my dream the internet was a prostitute. You had to pay for it to get on. It was the night bus that you read about. The one people sleep on. A traveling apartment with cheap rent. It seriously needed wallpaper. But you would get on and you would be on the internet. And you would be paying the prostitute. But It wasnt a dream. It was real. How else can you explain POP up advertisment. We wake up ever day and we go to work in our cars like it means something and what we dont know is the internet is just a prostitute that sells itself with cookies and faster download speeds if you use DSL. At some point I woke up. If you would have seen me then. You probably would have thaught. Hmmm. look at that guy. look at him. Then you would forget about me. Because who has the time to remember. you would get in your car and you would go to work. If you saw me then. That is what you would do. But what you dont know is that accidents happen. People die. And when they die. How are they supposed to hang out with prostitutes. How can they stick the internet in the front right pocket and lick it like a popsicle during bed time stories. The point is. Something big is going down. I dont have much time> But you need to watch out. There are too many buses. Too much cars. You have too many prostitutes. Survive... Post a comment in response: |
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