a blog critic wrote this

i have yet to see matrix reloaded. i will see it soon.

being a geek is better than being a nerd. nerd is an insult. geek is not. get a fleet of geeks on your side and then you are set. people i know who are very smart, are still very smart but they smoke too much pot or crack or get trashed in my part of towne, in toronto, in brooklyn…ja-fucking-pan, wherever, and they are not as smart as i am right now because of their addictions, afflictions. they can only think to say things like, “in general you piss everyone off…” on my shout outs to try and get me to not ever rear my face in town again, i know the fear of the blond girl. ive seen it. i have proof. then fear of the other people. and then the other. harassment, a term you use as the only thing you’ve got to hold against me? puhhlease. ive got other terms, to use, against, all of yous. dont ever call me again, my home, dont show up, if we bump into one another on the streets, don’t take it personally, but i would probably kick the crap out of you with my own bare hands. you and me alone, dont send some big dumb guy to my house to smash my face in, there was no broken glass here. keep your shit to your own shit. i no longer want to be nice. ill talk about you in therapy. and cheryl, you ar ethe one who needs the mental supervision. GET your own identity. you saw and witnessed firsthand what exboyfriend O did to me every fucking day we were together. im not doing this to get attention. this is my fucking blog and i always write the truth on it. if you are so goddamn afraid of being outed, STOP coming by and leaving annonymous messages on my shout outs. go to the police before i do and say this girl “harassed” you, do it, i implore you. see what happens. because counter-reacting to your ignoramous and pithy tactics in-which you try to scare me away, so much fun.

guess what MY side of the story will be, m henry, oo and b girl.? exactly. are you going to have me murdered like you wanted about to months ago, which we have logged on anti’s blog? huh? and which dude is going to show up and do that, exactly. which window of my house to i have to stand by with my dad’s fucking shotgun and then my brother’s friends and then this whole towne and the one next door to it, too? i fucknig hate you guys, get it. my mum was from the ‘shhhhwahhhh too. but now we up over here on this side. nahhmean. so stay out of shelbyville. be FOREWARNED, you are not welcome here.

ebm is though, because she is friends with kevin who i was friends with first who is also or was friends with sebastienne and you know ive heard their side to your story abou tthat relationship, … anyhow. not my business. you should even let it go but you harbor the past and clutch it in your gut like poison because YOU m henry, u fucking never ever forget. well, please forget i exist. dont call me. dont show up. you can see me on tv next, i know you like to watch it.

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hi everyone.

i dont even read my own blog anymore.

i dont even do a lot of things anymore other than be angry and riding on my longboard and watering plants, telling off kids and throwing rocks at pylons and getting dive-bombed by a dad pigeon and holding a roman candle towards anti’s face. oh, dont forget suburban summertime explosions of fireworks and stuff etc etc happy home, homemaking life. i spend all my money at the same three stores and my hatred for pepsi and mcdonalds, the machine, grows stronger, daily. i hate advertisers. i enjoy ripping people off. ripping off brands. brand names. especially if they’re old, reputible, really rich, “popular” “in”, i dont care. i dont care i dont care. i like to tear apart my clothing and put it back together with scotch tape and socks and nail polish with sparkles. im fuckin hot and slammin and the only not knocked up bitch in this towne and ive had it. send helicopters over my head, send niggers over my back fence, the fbi down my throat and then hidden spy cameras in canadian versions of the sizzler, americanised, nicely, perfectly, preparedly for the bombs going to be dropping on yalls heads up in thayah so then you safely, quietly, drive your homes up over northern borders, then, tony blair goes, whups bush, sawry there, mate gotta go where the fresh waters are, some of yous can come too but in this ole monarch of britain (canada), they be de-criminalizing that weed so of course, them borders’s that yousa been wanting to a been crossing, yah see, yah see how mucha harder themma borders gonna be to pass?

it’s not cool to be american right now. – anti.

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u know, im offended that i am at the bottom, of your fucking gangstas list, under tony, then this james guy, goose, hose and then the ill fated fucking fat loser michigan ward guys and then, YOU have ANTI as a playa, in the middle of the list, right there in the fuggin MIDDLE. now, this bleat guy, your like, douglas coupland to my whatever, get it, got it, good? u want to fuck me. u like anti, but he is not in your top five men list… moreover, i am at the fucking BOTTOM of that same, all time fave list like john cusack said in high fidelity over and over, i have that book too, but the BRITISH version, the first version point-fucking-oh (to be 1.0 is the best, why? read MICROSERFS instead of this bleat guy), trev-or, and when you put the ultimate supreme being at the fucking bottom of the top five men list, she gets, super mega-pixel-dissed, and then, pissed, AND then and then..that BLEAst dude is all yah i wish i could write the BEAT instead of the bleat like me, a real beat to the nik.

beatnik shit. hes my 3rd cousin, jack kerouac and i’m assuming totally, a hunch that the bleat might be coined from the term the beat, u know therefore he might like jack, am i right? doesnt matter, that guy couldnt hold my attention for more than fuuuuggin five seconds because well, thats how fast i think. being young and modern and hot and sexy and all that is hard for me on my brain and everything. u know welp. lets see. u also, call this blog of yours, on the basic fucking template that i had FIRST since ’99, u call it, if i had breasts you’d read me, thats the first thing that got me mad. thats the loop, full circle, the title of this little essay, if you will, monologue, i dont care. pay homage properly to who you fucking steal links from hits from whatever. im west coast and fuck you for not realising sooner, for not putting my anti in the top 5 men and me not at the top of the ward, those are your friends? online buddies. nope. those are your i want lots of hits put them at the top do it for hits mainstream 18 yr old greedy guts way like everyone. newsflash, blogs suck. theres a quote for bumper sticker ads. once celebrities have these things, they suck. google jim munroe. my ex boyfriend fucker his now wife. nomediakings.org i found out about online journaling from the toronto star when i was like in grade 10 and he was talking about it and im basically saying, you gotta get a new way to get famous because it isnt all about blogs. it’s the tv box or a combination of the two or its books and words or being canadian (which by mtv terms, is so hot right now) or its canadians being silent and bitter and smarter and shit not caring, gentle calmed rage bitterness and than acceptance fore more races and stuff…better prepared. anyway i have a headache now, and yes, my brain hurts. it’s depleted of seratonin and all other fluids, i try and stay up as long as i canto convince myself of happiness and by the time i hit the pillow i have to be ready to sleep otherwise the act of lying there, is simply, the biggest most waste of my brain energy brain time. anti and i arent fucking. we are romancing much or any of that shit. my mum is driving us crazy. everything i say is true always and forever. its not all peaches n cream. my life is hard. so fuck you everyone. im hitting the ward next you fucking assholes. brainwash a nice boy like trevor, fuck you. i mean it. he is young and knows not what he sees because yeh, hes two years younger than me and anti is three years older there for, anti cancels you out on the fucking top five list and i dont even want to be on that list, or i do, it is irrelevent, this whole thing is to prove how smarter than everyone in the world i am or am not just by applying logis. i am only twenty. i have not gone to university. tho i went to south ucla of manhattan beach, to teach a room full of doctor-professors-students, just how much i wanted to think myself happy to get out of a psyche ward because yah, thinking evil things makes u feel evil and when people make so many mean comments to you or say things whatever, im basically an “online celebrity in a specific world” and fuck it, it made me smarter, meaner, bolder,dgdgrgre rightfully so, it saved me from myself all along. i am allowed to say anything i want. if you take it personally so much that you want to kill me like john lennon was killed, please know, that whatever it is that i said, im fucking not saying it directly outwards towards you, right at you personally, im probably generalizing, trying to do that bagism fagism shit, politically correcting, my un-pcness whatever, and yes, yes, i do have breasts and a vagina and maybe trevor if you changed yer template around a bit, or wrote for me, people would read you. yes you can write for me and be a guest on my show or some sort of lacky and also on tony’s show and mebbe ill think about having sex with younger boys, cause i am a cougar to you, and basically to anti kuz he has this thing for cougars and since i am an adult lady like firgure in public when i need to and want to be and a complete closet nymphomaniac who fakes being a slut all along wanting one person to beat the crap out of and hold hands with etc etc.

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crazyass13.com

he lives in like, reno.

death porn

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the great depression

Ke v y N am i alone malone

i invented whitey. i miss whitey.

tony is going to get me on howard stern in times squareD

s’up.

please link me a lot. please make more people link me a lot. help me make a comeback. goes both ways, i help you, you help me, we help each other and then good things happen to us both, us all. i just wanna get all the stuff that i ever bought for myself, i want that back. i want my things back. my life back. what i own. i want to be able to not be angry at people anymore. i want to be able to forgive and one day, perhaps, forget how things turned out. i am very careful with the words i choose to type, to print and the names that i don’t name. i have my own assets to protect. i have my own shit going on, i just want to be a big famous famous super mega star but i can’t do those fun things right now like going out to bars and drinking and even smoking weed and karaoke too. it’s my heart, you know? and it’s my head. i’m too smart. i wired myself into this pool of geniusness, i had to because i had to prove that yes i am a genius, especially without college and/or university degrees. you teach yourself and then you remember what you’ve been taught all along. no one took me seriously, in real life, no one got it and then, if they did, they kept it to themselves and would not, for some reason, grant me the satisfaction of compliments and the like and then if they did, i was too busy listening to my inner-negativity and insecurities to realise that mebbe, yah, this person wants me badly or that person wants to be my best friend or my girlfriend or lover or pusher, pauper, pigeon, buddy, cousin…

i pleased too many people

every person i could

but myself

and now i’m working from the inside out

i don’t look in mirrors anymore and i don’t lecture into them. i try and tell people i am happy inside but all they hear is the manic tone and the anger rage and frustration and sadness that i kinda scripted all along and then they can’t believe that i actually am happy now because there is too much rage inside of me because there are certain people in this real world that wont return my calls now or txt messages and see things from their perspectives and several of them i have forgotten about those people for the time being, but i never fully delete them in my mind… i figured my way into this mess and i know my way out.

thank you for being my friend. everyone.

thank you.

and thank you internet friends the most. you helped me the most during a lot of bad times and i’m sorry if i was snarky to you, but you know, that’s my deal, say it like i see it and then you can have the next line, back at me.

d/l. pete yorn’s, life on a chain.

carlos d. butler

hoo ha ha in the end. i am not allowed to write for this blog. period.

you’re my sex bomb

the boondocks

another.com

k bye.

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there is such a big space here.

i am

do you wanna buy my stuff? like, lots of it? i think you should. email and tell me what you want, in general, assume i own everything because i do, and assume im going to mail it to you, because i will. assume i have things that are worth copious sums of canadian, euros, usd ,quids, whatever, artwork, dirty knickers, photos, xeroxed journal entries from 1996 or 1994, my own perspective, about kurt cobain when he blew his face off and how i am so smart and whatever you might want to own, your fucking self-educated opinion on whatever is ecclectic, antique, worthy of ownage, personal value…

i dont fucking care, do you want to buy my ant farms and magazines and shoes and socks and candy and scissors, tape, tables, books, this is my marketing tool. if one fool reads my marketing tool and buys a stool (no, not the sample) and pays me twool, american dollhairs..etc etc whatever just email me if you want something. everything is private and confidential and i am the boss therefore i can and will not hesitate to say no to certain things, however negotiations are simple to take care of.

mama did’nae raise no fool.

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this is gnoll. he’s my biographer. he’s snarky and shit and older than dust and we use to date and but not really and now i can skateboard better than him i think but everyday he walks to work, even when it’s flying snow and slush kuz he was bred to be a bitter cold walk thru it anyway type guy. im going to help him get laid off from his work. that’s his dream. to be like me and not ever have to leave a house ever again. everyday i turn more and more into david letterman. people phobia. anyway, noel and that other guy nathan i think, he cuts hair, him and noel are going to need to talk to me more and film me being retarded again. eccentric. blargh. ill let you niggers know when the sex TV thing airs, it’s in june ‘stead of may. you haven’t missed it yet. have a nice day. me? i’m going to this orientation thing today they want to see if my liver is full of olives and stoli and vomit and urine, hehehh. this is so funny. and fun. my mum is driving me nuts. my mum is driving anti nuts. slkhf sd;fhds;kfhudsn;gkdhg;ldshg and we love her. i need breaks from everyone, everything, anything. i talk to animals now and they actually respond. it’s spring so theyre all getting un-knocked up by giving birth and shit all over my house and im like ahhhhh that fucking pigeon thing flew at my head kuz i was spying on my mom thru a window near this nest and i saw the thing come at me. the family of birds then decided to move their nest elsewhere. sorry. at least the babies hatched and shit otherwise the mum would eat them or something. she left one dude behind and i felt bad for him for a little while but eventually he flew away on his own like all birds realise they are able to do because they fucking have wings, right? but not til some predator comes along and stuff…. alright bye.

Dear Douglas Coupland

I no longer have a job.

I no longer have a “job-job” one of those real ones with a check every other week, you know what i mean?

Yeh, I no longer have one of those and it’s ok, it’s ok. I’m doing just fine.

Now I’ll have more of a disgusting amount of free time to sit around and make brilliant observations in an amusing light.

Maybe i’ll get welfare! cool!

Nawww. This career-change is suppose to motivate me to work harder and faster and get all the important things done and done right.

I saw my ex-boyfriend last nite. we went to his hotel and he told me about how he and she almost got arrested for prostitution. they were in the wrong part of town. it was a stroke of luck that i had decided to leave them at the bar and not stumble back to their hotel. perhaps things would have been different. meh.

My friend Jamie was suppose to meet you or you were suppose to sign this art book for some project he was working on over the past two weeks in Italy and your stuff is in the book too. he was suppose to walk up to you and tell you that you mean a lot to a girl living in the armpit of Toronto and then he would have given you my card with my url on it and email address and then you would have written to me and maybe be my friend.

things don’t always work out the way you want them to.

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Ant says:

being rich sucks too …ask my ex

raymi the WASP says:

yah

Ant says:

yah yah

raymi the WASP says:

everything sucks

raymi the WASP says:

thats why you stay in the middle

Ant says:

Everything�s great

raymi the WASP says:

and plot it yourself

Ant says:

Haha

raymi the WASP says:

which is what i did

raymi the WASP says:

but i came from a white collar family, pretty much

raymi the WASP says:

le burbs

Ant says:

we all gotta come from somewhere

raymi the WASP says:

where eccentricity is bred only within certain families

raymi the WASP says:

yep

raymi the WASP says:

everyone is special and shit

Ant says:

Ha

raymi the WASP says:

and some are not

raymi the WASP says:

you were famous , no?

raymi the WASP says:

your reggae stuff

Ant says:

oh very

raymi the WASP says:

do you want to do that jamming out shit again?

raymi the WASP says:

i can help you.

Ant says:

never

raymi the WASP says:

you�re lying

Ant says:

Nope

Ant says:

I have done it

raymi the WASP says:

so, you do not ever want to play again?

raymi the WASP says:

i mean.

Ant says:

just for fun.

Ant says:

but there is no time.

Ant says:

We could play in any city we want…there is no desire.

Ant says:

8 people would have to co-incide.

Ant says:

not going to happen.

raymi the WASP says:

i could set it up.

Ant says:

thank god.

raymi the WASP says:

and you can practice here or at my dads pad.

raymi the WASP says:

with me n him and others.

raymi the WASP says:

and me

Ant says:

would rather play with one of my hero’s or in a new band

raymi the WASP says:

he jams too. With his buddy. I�m gonna sing with/for their band thing. Starting anew. A new band with my dad, cool huh? I would do that with you too. I�m a fucking karaoke sensation, and everyone is copying what I did best and that band I use to be in, le neighborhood gang, well, it�s now defunct. Fuck them anyway. Politics,you know. I was meant to be the centre of my own band anyway�

Ant says:

Can�t even smoke weed anymore….

raymi the WASP says:

I�m basically inviting you to be my friend again.

raymi the WASP says:

and your lady friend too, of course.

raymi the WASP says:

but under certain stipulations.

Ant says:

Ok

Ant says:

friends we are.

raymi the WASP says:

thank you Big-ant.

raymi the WASP says:

for being my friend.

raymi the WASP says:

etc. etc�

Ant says:

real friendships never have any stipulations.

raymi the WASP says:

i mean it.

raymi the WASP says:

i know.

Ant says:

k

raymi the WASP says:

i mean like forget about negative shit

raymi the WASP says:

past things

raymi the WASP says:

i can�t talk about it all the time.

raymi the WASP says:

as it comes up, only.

Ant says:

Gotcha

raymi the WASP says:

a lot of traumatic things happened to me as a result of trying to help too, too many people in Toronto. I had to learn how to get out of that scene on my own.

raymi the WASP says:

it was my fault not leaving sooner

raymi the WASP says:

and/or getting involved in other people�s dramas.

Ant says:

you invited it …you won�t get any sympathy from me.

Ant says:

I tried to be a knight, in shining armor for my wife…MY FAULT.

raymi the WASP says:

i know.

raymi the WASP says:

i heard, rather.

Ant says:

my fault my kids don’t have a daddy in the house.

raymi the WASP says:

my friend tim told me

raymi the WASP says:

nice things about you

raymi the WASP says:

he really likes you

Ant says:

yeah he’s a good dude

raymi the WASP says:

it�s not your fault

raymi the WASP says:

ever

raymi the WASP says:

that�s what nihilism is

raymi the WASP says:

like

Ant says:

of course it is….we make our choices

Ant says:

Hah

raymi the WASP says:

right

raymi the WASP says:

but the mistake part is

raymi the WASP says:

the choice

raymi the WASP says:

only

raymi the WASP says:

but is it a mistake, really?

Ant says:

well I have 2 bootiful boys, so no

raymi the WASP says:

right

Ant says:

but u know what I mean

raymi the WASP says:

you can always look at it from a different perspective, i learned.

raymi the WASP says:

bad things happen

raymi the WASP says:

then good stuff happens

raymi the WASP says:

as a result

raymi the WASP says:

I�ve become sharper

Ant says:

no sitting around, blaming my childhood, and my parents, and my friends and ,,and, and�

raymi the WASP says:

as a result of bad things, basically too, like you

raymi the WASP says:

right

raymi the WASP says:

and I am able to be happy again

Ant says:

Overcome the angry by non-anger;

overcome the wicked by goodness;

overcome the miser by generosity;

overcome the liar by truth.

raymi the WASP says:

because I�m not flying around the world anymore

raymi the WASP says:

that�s some kind of zen

raymi the WASP says:

where did u get that from

raymi the WASP says:

some random jargon of inspiration

raymi the WASP says:

i like jammin� music too.

raymi the WASP says:

marley

raymi the WASP says:

when it�s hot out and the sun and the water and tress…beaches�

raymi the WASP says:

they cook ital foods, they as in Jamaicans.

raymi the WASP says:

style.

Ant says:

It�s a Buddhism saying.

raymi the WASP says:

mobay = montego bay

Ant says:

very ital

Ant says:

Heh

raymi the WASP says:

they go by the sun and by the gods

raymi the WASP says:

and that�s even how

raymi the WASP says:

they um,

raymi the WASP says:

fucking plant the gardens

raymi the WASP says:

that grow the seeds that they make their own bread and fruits and shit that they eat.

raymi the WASP says:

…etc etc they don�t eat shit though. Maybe they do?

Ant says:

Here�s another good one.

Ant says:

If a man going down into a river,

swollen and swiftly flowing,

is carried away by the current —

how can he help others across?

raymi the WASP says:

i read this book you must read by russel banks and it�s called rule of the bone. Read it.

raymi the WASP says:

they can step on his bloated carcass.

raymi the WASP says:

hahahaha.

Ant says:

lol

Ant says:

my favorite of all time

Ant says:

Irrigators regulate the rivers;

fletchers straighten the arrow shaft;

carpenters shape the wood;

the wise control themselves.

Ant says:

whores suck cock.

Ant says:

and fuck.

raymi the WASP says:

is that what it means

Ant says:

har har.

raymi the WASP says:

i couldn�t figure it out some fag is trying to talk to me on msn.

Ant says:

It�s all about control.

Ant says:

There is no such thing as depression.

raymi the WASP says:

i agree

raymi the WASP says:

but, there is such a thing as depression.

raymi the WASP says:

as well.

raymi the WASP says:

we can argue any subject.

raymi the WASP says:

i can write essays in my fucking head now.

raymi the WASP says:

and maths.

raymi the WASP says:

i was a valedistorienne.

raymi the WASP says:

haha.

raymi the WASP says:

kindergarden – grade 8

raymi the WASP says:

religious schooling shit, nahmean?

raymi the WASP says:

I am thinking of getting more sacraments. Heh.

raymi the WASP says:

or something.

raymi the WASP says:

divorces in america are way worse, ant.

raymi the WASP says:

WAY!

raymi the WASP says:

there is more money at stake.

raymi the WASP says:

i was in cali you know.

Ant says:

try and find a study that depression has been proven to exist clinically…there isn’t one

Ant says:

not than mine

Ant says:

its got everything

Ant says:

it would shock springer.

raymi the WASP says:

well kiddo

raymi the WASP says:

im depressed

raymi the WASP says:

clinically

raymi the WASP says:

and bipolar

Ant says:

yeah yeah

raymi the WASP says:

that�s a chemical imbalance

Ant says:

hang on i’ll send you something

raymi the WASP says:

i know it better than you

Ant says:

no proof

raymi the WASP says:

no offense

raymi the WASP says:

ill prove anything

Ant says:

Ok

raymi the WASP says:

ive proven it to 40 doctors at south ucla

raymi the WASP says:

psyche ward

raymi the WASP says:

i was placed

Ant says:

haha

raymi the WASP says:

under a 72

raymi the WASP says:

hour hold

Ant says:

You�re badly behaved�

raymi the WASP says:

they thought i had a secret stash

raymi the WASP says:

of amphetamines

raymi the WASP says:

they fucking strapped me down like a lab monkey, wrist/ankle restraints you know�

Ant says:

my wife did …of Dexedrine

raymi the WASP says:

and stabbed me with a needle in my left hipthing near my ass kinda, I was screaming and crying and all this shit� I didn�t get it at the time. I thought it was a joke.

raymi the WASP says:

you are incorrect

raymi the WASP says:

u are under-informed

raymi the WASP says:

its not until you go to the states, to the west

raymi the WASP says:

and experience the most traumatic of experiences

raymi the WASP says:

only then

Ant says:

yes called boredom

raymi the WASP says:

you are allowed to make statements

Ant says:

Boredom

raymi the WASP says:

like

raymi the WASP says:

“depression and clincally…” in the same sentence, not existing

raymi the WASP says:

bipolar, stems from depression

raymi the WASP says:

boredom

raymi the WASP says:

thatsa copout

raymi the WASP says:

gimme another reason as to why you believe depression

raymi the WASP says:

is non-existing, off the top of yer head

raymi the WASP says:

ill

raymi the WASP says:

brb

raymi the WASP says:

im back

raymi the WASP says:

did you google a reason yet??

raymi the WASP says:

heheh

raymi the WASP says:

remember, you cant blame anything

Ant says:

Brb

raymi the WASP says:

you cant blame boredom, from suburbia, you cant blame your parents for living in suburbia

raymi the WASP says:

and you cant blame suburbia

raymi the WASP says:

you cant blame the globe, and nothing

raymi the WASP says:

this is what nirvana is, finding it, being one, and nothing, truly

raymi the WASP says:

im typing this live as i think it in my head, this quickly, with and or without gramatical errors

raymi the WASP says:

and, neglection of

raymi the WASP says:

syntax, what

raymi the WASP says:

have you

Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.

Ant says:

gotta go

Ant says:

u freak

Ant says:

speak to u later

raymi the WASP says:

freak?

raymi the WASP says:

dont ever fucking call me that again

raymi the WASP says:

i mean it

raymi the WASP says:

bye

Ant says:

ok freak

Ant says:

i mean luv

raymi the WASP says:

thats better

Ant says:

[emoticon that has the smiley face guy except he is not smiling, his eyes are big like white dinner plates and he has tiny black dots for eyes in the middle of the dinnerplate eyes and his lips are a thin straight line and he looks like he is exasperated maybe but also wide eyed which helps raymi remember that she needs to blink more and type faster and stuff and move onto some other thing on le internet. K bye.]

raymi the WASP says:

even better

raymi the WASP says:

freak is a general term used to describe extraordinary people

raymi the WASP says:

or sad people

raymi the WASP says:

whatever

raymi the WASP says:

don�t do it

raymi the WASP says:

basically

Ant says:

K

raymi the WASP says:

some people are hypersensitive. Some of the time.

raymi the WASP says:

k bye.

Ant says:

lates’

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