2: The Sound Of Myself

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When I'm feeling funny, I'll write like this:

"Well then get your shit together, get it all together and put it in a little back pack, all your shit, so it's together. And if you gotta take it some where, take it somewhere, you know, take it to the shit store and sell it, or put it in the shit museum. I don't care what you do, you just gotta get it together"

"I'm so sorry about your mother, she was a terribly attractive woman."

"I'm sorry, but your opinion means very little to me."

"I feel God in this Chili's tonight."

"Yes, Jerry. It's taddy mason. A guy no one has heard of until now calling you on a space phone."

"You're a piece of shit, and I can prove it mathematically.

"I wouldn't publish that under the account that it might be— the bullshit."

My humor comes from my dad, he's always been my buddy. We like watching "Rick and Morty",
"I think you should leave" , "what we do in the shadows" and "toast of London" together. My plan when I was little was to be a stand up comedian, like who I admired at the time, (John Mulaney, Conan o' Brian, etc.) He's also a writer, and I aim to be as similar as I can to him when I get older. I mean, don't get me wrong. I still laugh at the same explicit stupid jokes people my age can't help but laugh at, because its nature. My sister and I watch Danny Gonzalez together,
She's where I get my music taste, and how to act. And my mother gave me anger issues.

Present:

Right now my name is Levi, last year it was Leo, then Kai, then shota, then my last name, then blah blah blah.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 12 ⏰

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