Remember when you were so young and all the world seem to hand you was a world that all it’s intention was to occupy you. As fucked up as that world was, it inspired me. It left me with this moment of time that has seemed to escaped me now days. That moment where you left what you were surrounded in and suddenly you were where ever you wanted to be or where ever your last thought left you. I remember five minutes of reality turning into what seemed like a lifetime of the best shit that oozed out of my mind. One minute I might be getting in trouble with my teacher and it would end with me getting the best barrel of my life in a Santa suit with a giant boobley head that gave you that feeling that any moment it might get caught by the lip and go down but alway’s ended up with the hot girl winking at you. That’s when I I reallized, I can live in their world of bullshit or make my own reallity of bullshit within their reallity bullshit and make them all envious and happy for my outlook. That’s when I starting getting good grades, when teachers realized my imagination was not contained within their text. In a way I think I sparked something within themselves. Life is inspiration and inspiration comes from those things in life you despise the most some times. That’s what it is, I am only going to become what I hate…bored…. Boredem is my destiny!!!!!Nah, fuck that, never curb your mind. Say what you know, say what you feel, get fired, get ostracized, get a F… Goood shit appreciates good shit…. No matter what grade you get……………………. AAF…..Alway’s A F…..

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