Yesterday, for 20 minutes, I sat in Art 101 and painted a huge piece of paper completely black. At this stage we were then asked to draw things with our eraser.
Not one person mentioned 9/11 yesterday. Not one. I saw a couple hundred people and not one mentioned 9/11/2001.
Ice cream makes me sound and feel funny. I think I am intolerate. It hurts. It really does. The cheese, ice cream, and cow drained products...all casterated from my life. I'm going to eat them anyways.
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Good words.
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