It's the 3rd day of the new year and everything have been good. 2012 just flashes right past me before I knew it. Actually, I know it passed me because I was there when it happens. Literally, I would really like to write a literature regarding the topic of literacy and its importance to the world and the underworld. Underworld refers to the black market, the yakuza and mafia shit. One wrong move and you'll be cut and your life ends there.
Tomorrow is the first friday of the year, it make no sense to me. Did I just spell friday wrongly because there's a red line underlining it. Hmm. It's the 3rd day of the new year and everything have been good. 2012 just flashes right past me before I knew it. Actually, I know it passed me because I was there when it happens. Literally, I would really like to write a literature regarding the topic of literacy and its importance to the world and the underworld. Underworld refers to the black market, the yakuza and mafia shit. One wrong move and you'll be cut and your life ends there. These words have nothing to do with the pictures actually. Or rather the pictures have nothing to do with the words. Same same but different, game game be different. I just made that up. Yesterday my fan were making noises but not tonight. It was earlier in the day, rather evening that I thought to myself, we are all living on the edge and just one move is the fine line between life and death. Think about it. You're jaywalking and you standing in the middle of the road on that pavement, and cars are travelling in front and behind you, you can only stand still and not move forward or backward. One wrong move is all you need to die. If you slip, you fall, you'll die. If you have a miss step, you'll fall, you'll die, maybe you live, but not a life worth living. Lady Gaga is right. We are all on the edge of glory. A literal edge of a pavement that you step onto will determine where you go in the following hour. One step to glory, or one step to the glory hole. Girls, you do not want to go there. Yes I'm da shit! I run this town, I run around the track! I run away from it all just to take it more further just to bring it all back like a hoola hoop. Our intestines and anus are artists, the shit they make is their work of art, and the splash is the canvas.
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