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26 January 2015

Has not been given a title yet

I'm not really sure how to start it.

I just hate to not be able to do anything to change something i can't stand, and at this point, i'm as brittle as a baby, baby Hercules. Nah fuck that i just don't know what to do and i really want to write after seeing the statistics' difference of yesterday's views against today's. I got 118 yesterday and guess how many views i've got now? 5....


5 ya bitches 5

Yeah even if i no longer intensively write things on this blog but the difference of the amount annoyed me more than it should, i mean how the fuck could this such kind of thing happen? But i'm trying to be as positive as a test pack, i'm seeing things from whole different way, i'm trying to look at the good side of things. The way to be positive on this case is, i probably living in a well-appreciated society right now, i hope i am. And if i do live in one, of course it's about the good people around me, i thank you very much guys, hope you all read this till the end of this post, trust me you won't regret the time you waste on reading pointless shit i will write.

Just keep scrolling.


Trust me.




I miss Dora very much, my lovely Dora and her filthy Monkey, Biatchs is his name as i can remember am i right? That monkey is really, one of the most disgusting living shit God ever created, i saw him 'doing' himself on the subway, then left those sticky white liquid afterward, one unlucky hobo took it and spread it on his burger thought that was Mayo. No that's true story, don't you ever think that i get jealous on Biatchs then i immaturely created an impossible bad story of him. I know that he's always on her side all the time i know, i know that they keep traveling through places together i know, but i just wonder if you guys have ever think that Dora and Biatch have done......


Nah stop it you perv, Dora is a good girl, she is quite religious and she reads books. She will never ever cheat on me, it's okay for her to fuck a monkey as long as that monkey is still wearing a condom on his tiny dick. Yes i've accidentally seen his joystick on the restroom, he was using an urinal, he is a short guy you all know that, so he used both of his hands to hold on the top of the urinal just so he could target the pee at the right place, then guess what, he used his hand-like-left-foot to hold his penis, your AUX cable will always be bigger than his erection.

Stop it, i miss Dora, let's talk about her.



wheeeereeee~~~~
the fuck are you gooooiiinnng???
my beautiful.....
nigga~~~

I haven't seen her for a while, and i don't think i can hold it any little longer, i would choke myself to death if i don't see her immediately, but no kidding. I get used to my condition, Dora's absence is something ordinary for me now. Yeah i know you guys must be thinking that this is fully painful, yes it was, for the first years, i have tried to leave for many times but the end of the road always led me to exactly the same place i've started at the first place, with her. Then yes i have also tried to have affairs, just so perhaps they could fix everything up. Yes everything went pretty good at the beginning, but no it gradually didn't feel right, everything went so complicated thereafter. So i decided to end that up then find another ones, and everything went the same, every girl, every shot i took, they are all the same. I don't know whether i am the one who were retarded or none of those girls could replace Dora. I started to think that probably i do belong to her.



This fiction is getting serious.


Dora died this morning.
The end.






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