Oof, long ass title. I'm listening to The Distortionist on .75 speed right now
REALLY GREAT START TO THE CHAPTER!
Aw, gee, thanks! I know!
Naw, but in all seriousness. BROADCAST ILLUSION ON .75 SPEED IS FUCKING AMAZING! Like WHAT!? HOW CAN IT BE SO FUCKING GOOD!? I NEED TO KNOOOOOOOW! Also ... Kennith! Best boi Kennith. HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO CUTE, AND SO HOT AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME!? I'm trying so hard not to smudge my nail polish right now 0^0. Now don't get me wrong, I am aware that Kennith is a raging homosexual. BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE CAN'T BE BEST BOI!!!!!!
There's sex, and sex - from what I hear...I never get laid - is great. But listening to Broadcast Illusion at the speed of .75 is just ajhsidjbfibiabifadiufb. That was me, trying to...make tongue noises? Ion really know. OoFeRs. Do y'all remember that long ass tyrant I went on about AT&T? Well it turns out.......................................................................................................................................................I HAVE THEIR FUCKING WI-FI! AND IT'S GREAT! I'M NOT BEING FORCED TO SAY THAT! (help me) No but for real, I use their Wi-fi and it works pretty well. FUCK - I smudged my nail polish. Godfuckingdamnit. THE FUCKING ICE CREAM TRUCK IS COMING DOWN MY STREET, AND I CAN'T BUY SHIT FROM THEM BECAUSE OF CoRoNaAaAaAa! That damn ice cream truck comes down my street, taunting me. BECAUSE THEY KNOW I CAN'T BUY THEIR STUFF! T0T
WHHHHHHhHhHhHHHHhhYYYYYyYyYYYyYyY!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!? OMIGOD GUUUYEEEESUUUH! I really, really, really, really, really, really (like you) wanna write a new fanfiction... I have a problem.... BUT WAIT! There's more! IT'S BACK! THE ICE CREEEEAAAM TRUUUUUUUUCK! FUuUuUuUuUuUCK! I Apollogize to anyone reading this with their parents next to them. Also why are you reading this? Go outside! Play in your backyard! Unless you don't have one. The uhhhhhh (boneless pizza) AND I OOP-
But I wanna do a fanfic based off of the Communication's character Kennith Simmons. Best Gay Boi. Okay now I'm really trying not to smudge my nails. OHMIGODIJUSTSPILLEDMYNAILPOLISHREMOVEREVERYWHERE! BROOOOOOOO! Shit bro, it's everywhere...hehehe that's what he said.
But yeah, what chu think of me making a story about Kennith? I've already been doing a shit ton of research on case 2 of Communications. And on Kennith himself. And I've already started creating a story. I've been procrastination whether or not I should make them short chapters, or make em long boiiiis. I'm sorry you had to read that. I'm off the wall, bat shit crazy today. Funny, cause I just got over my fith mood-swing today. I do need help with a title though...I've been thinking I would name it Colorbars Illusion, but I think that would be to unoriginal. Thanks for letting me waste your time!=D BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE, there really isn't, BUT WAIT! 814 reads on My Bloody Angel!? THANK YOU SO MUCH! I never thought I would get that many reads on any of my stuff. And 61 reads n She's Not the Princess Type!? Already!? HOLY SHIT.
Also....there are some hard core Alice x Mad Hatter shippers out there....wat? I mean, now don't flame me for this, but I ship them...to a degree. Remember this, when Alice first went to Wonderland, the Mad Hatter - best boy - was a grown ass adult. Remember that. Now ship them as best friends who would do anything to help each other. Because essentially that's what they are. In the live action movie at least. Which by the way, isn't actually Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. It's Alice Through the Looking-Glass.
I've burned my fore-head three times in the past week, and that shit hurts. It still hurts, cause I though it'd be fun to pull off the scab. What the hell is wrong with me!? I have a therispist, y'all I swear on my mother fucking YEEZEYS that I have a theripist. AHA! Ion own Yeezeys. LOl. Literally. I'm laughing at myself out loud right now. I'm lonely. I be takin to my reflection everyday. Just call me Christopher. But yeah, I burned my fore-head. Burned my neck this morning too! SMH. Bye fam! YA GAY BOI IS OUT! POICE! I'm just a little gender disphoric. Just a little bit. I'm still waaay to into girls, though. I may as well just start identifying as a lesbian. I mean really, guys just aren't doing it for me anymore. Ya know, unless they're fictional. But me and my pansexual ass are happy, sorta depends on the mood swing, right whre we are. WE KNOW THE WWAAAAYY! Ion fucking know, okay. Quite yelling at me, BRUH! OKAY! FOR REAL DIS TIME! BYYYYYEEEE! BITCH! MY BIRTHDAY TODAY! DUUUUDE! I just keep adding onto this Goddamn chapter, don't I? If I could just get my hands on a fucking tablet I could make a decent cover for my Kennith fanfic. Okay seriously, share, camment, and vote.
