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Personality Testcreated Sunday, August 28th, 2005 1:37:15pmI'm really just trying to type a stream of consciousness thing here where I don't use any punctuation, although I guess I am going back and fixing my spelling mistakes and just used a comma but that's all part of the game as far as I'm concerned as I listen to Midnight Marauders by Tribe Called Quest, who I thought was a really good band, although perhaps geared a little too much towards being approachable for white kids from the suburbs with lots of money, but then again I guess that's as good a motivation for making a record as any, when you think about it, and when you think about, when you think about it is a really stupid expression, unless it's something like Schadenfreude, which nobody's ever really thought about anyway except for some really arrogant German people, which always bothers me, cuz it's like, you have nothing to be arrogant about, you tight-pants, tight-shirt wearing douche, thanks for Scorpions, while we're on the subject, but then again, without them we wouldn't have Heisenberg, and he was a pretty important guy in terms of like, science and stuff that I don't really understand, and also we wouldn't have had a lot of other cool stuff, I'm sure, but I guess I'll just never visit there, which is kind of ironic considering I took German for 3 years in high school, but never really learned to say much outside of "your mother has anal sex with donkeys", although I think the way I conjugated it it came out, "your mother inserts her penis into a donkey's anus," which isn't really the same thing, although the thought of one's mother actually having a penis can be disturbing, unless one's mother got a sex change, and you would have already addressed any issues related to your mother being in possession of a phallus, which is something I sure hope I never have to go through, I'm a pretty weak guy emotionally who gets upset by little tiny things sometimes even though I know that they're really inconsequential, it's as if I can't focus beyond 5 minutes in front of my face, which is not an expression but works really well in an e.e. cummings sort of way of implying blindness that would have to be metaphorical given the circumstances without acutally coming out and saying that I was blind or something like that, that kind of obvious writing really bothers me, it reminds me of Dean Koontz and, to a lesser extent, Tom Robbins, who writes the same damn story every time, and, come to think of it, both of those dicks do, and I don't like them, I'd rather read something about ugly things like Bukowski because I guess it makes me feel superior or something, even though I'm not really that type of person, I would hope. What type of person do YOU think I am? |
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