Monster Sky: Do I need a witness?

An eighteen year old boy, a complexion of brown, brown eyes and dark hair. He moves his fingers fast, typing rapidly as his eyes shift from corner to corner, and in some instances one moving faster than the other. He wastes no time as he grabs his sandwich, his other hand taking control of the typing circus. As he takes the first bite of off his sandwich, he stops and comes to the realization --"is this what my life will always be like?"

Welcome pansies and champs to the blog of the narcissistic control freak, no. Not "A" narcissistic control freak, I mean "THE" narcissistic control freak.

The man behind all of these posts you pansies and champs are about to read are all products of the mind of one single man who is as awesome as awesome can be.

...This was supposed to be a realistic approach, a realistic introduction but somehow, it turned into another fiasco.

Well, to get on with the real THANG, this is a barren blog. But not just any barren blog but MY barren blog and since I equate to awesome, it means it's an AWESOME barren blog. This awesome barren blog is filled with different things; thoughts, pictures, rants and what not. But they are all awesome things since they come from me :> Right, right? I know right.

And so, at the risk of being hyper and going demon lord all over this keyboard of mine, I shall stop here with a few words --rather, with a bang.

BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT NOW!

Thursday, September 30

Do I need a witness?

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