Last Samurai Which Ate Yakisoba-Pan

I am eating Nagaraya nut crackers right now. Garlic goodness. I guess I'd have an advantage over some vampires, should they choose to engage in any form of combat, unless it involved ranged attacks. Then I can just grab some water, drink some, and spit at the vampire. I'm a genius.

There's a zip disk sitting in my room. Do people still use these ancient things? It hasn't been very long since they developed them, but damn, does it have a miniscule market. Took me forever to find a 100MB USE Zip Drive.

So my music career doesn't seem to be promising me anything new, which I don't mind at all. I've met some very interesting people, normal people, and weird people. Normal people seem to outnumber the other two, but the weird people completely overwhelm with weirdness. Like that one kid who was watching our band, but got kicked out due to having stolen beer from the venue. He squinted a lot. Other than that, we've made friends with a lot of other bands we meet at every venue we play at.

I don't drink beer very often, and I don't smoke. I'm 20. Am I better than you, or am I missing out on a lot? I'm honestly wondering.

I've watched some hotrrible porn, but apparently they make more inane and stupid ones over in Japan. Sources say.




Ok, ok. I guess it's time for the forced random. Hopefully, eventually make at least ONE person in the world say, "Why did I read that?" or "This guy is a genius." I'm happy with either response.

Lost minds do ever solemn golden thrust! Questioning hasn't ever hold much. Shunning a shotgun from shooting a movie filled with riddling bullets that provide crossword puzzles across the manatoric oceanus. Focus, and in an instant inabilities innately intervene with interns wielding woefully withstanding watcholz plantkon. Obliviously keeping timing within limits that are set in concrete. Ground probably doesn't agree with asphalt. They argue too much. Lest they quake. And move. And girate. Possible to misspell. I have a hell. It's past the ground. But too many people thrust their pelvic ways, sexually motioning towards the skies. It's so innuendo, it's inane.

I have a lunchbox. Too many terrorists debate. And politicians fight over flagpoles.