Unbelievable.

The revolution is coming!

My highly liberal-set mind is burning. The days are numbered, and yet flow by like hot tap water running over a dried-cheese covered blade. This is not a free verse poem. This is not Sparta. This is not some petty fantard-created-by paragraph-like section of writing filled with all-too-cliché pop culture references. This is the writing of a young boy with a sharp tongue, a gigantic cranial cavity and a song in his heart. I hope you believe me.

Comment if you like. I don't expect it to be anything else but hatred in the form of text, but that's not just expected; it's welcome. You're welcome!

To back up my cause for a future with every species of aphid wiped off the face of the Earth, I've included this picture of a spider. No charge required.

I'm me.
Indeed I am.
Most definitely.
More likely, to me.
To thee, what is me?
Me is what I be.
To thee, I decree
I fell out of a tree.
But that's me, you see.
Now go leave me be.
See?
Agree.
I plea-
Duh.

I don't have a movie camera, so don't plan on seeing any of my creative genius anytime soon. Nor do i have flash software, green screens, photoshop, hi-def cameras, cell phone cams, kareoke machines, microphones, computer cams, gamecams, indiviginative rapecasters or ps3s. however, i'm opening a half-haired invisible and unclickable link HERE: . The link will lead you to a site that will explain how you can donate cashings to my nearest coffee shop in orders to allow me to afford one or eighteen (ONLY one of those numbers) of the following media hardwarez and Softwares. please be generous kind sirs and/or madams. sorry, only invisible and unclickable links available.