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Entry #17
SHIT I WRITE WHILE TIRED - HASH 9
17 seconds of waiting for the watermelons to be crushed into squashedness. Is that even a word? I think so, simply because I invented it and every word in the dictionary was invented by somebody, meaning that nobody can stop my word from becoming a real life thing. Anyways I went to the Post Office and bumped into a human living thing called Rick Pearscythe, some dude who used to have a scythe and on the end of it was impaled a pear. He also used to have sky tv and bragged about how good it was, even though Rupert Murdoch was having a drink with Bradley Murdoch and they were chatting with Joanne Lees and Peter Falconio and doing nothing but eating cheese that had spent 27 years encased inside a suitcase underneath a suit and shell casings. It was cheese that was even cheesier than Hollywood Rom Com films.
Age was becoming more apparent nowadays, he had some wrinkles and was going proper bald, hairline receeding like Evelyn and Marvyn and Mervyn. The motivation had been literally sapped out of him well like...... sap. He had no energy and was constantly depressed, always self-pitying like Take A Break women who always would post cheesy headline stories like:
My son was fed to the rabbits by a fat bearded freak or Forced to watch my brother chopped to pieces whilst I received constant farts to the face.
Crazy stories that didn't make any sense... like this one here. The business was failing like a marriage does. My brain was failing, I had the greatest brain in the world, but I didn't have the potential to use it because everybody around me was bringing me down to their level. But I was never one for arrogance. I needed to escape my turbulent existence and dissapear into the void that is my black hole for a few days and escape there, in the lonely realms of lonedom and endless eons of solitary use of desolate words.
Man this world is killing me softly, its killing me in the slowest way conceivable. Every day is like being scourged with a billion balloons being popped right near my eardrums and trying to swallow full ice cubes.
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