Boys and girls, tonight we are gathered here to remember the achievement’s of this young man, he was a brilliant rapper and an amazing actor. So lets bow our heads, close our mouths and listen to the sweets sounds of Hellogoodbye run threw our ears and remember him.
OK, i don’t even know what I’m talking about. So i wanted to do something different today, i wanted to kill the poet, the poet is dead, dead poetic. Just for tonight. I am writing to you at 2:27 Am on a Sunday night or perhaps Monday morning (don’t really understand that) and you may be reading this tomorrow at 8am waking up from your sleep to attend school or 1pm and you have nothing better to do. Anyways my point is, i clearly have no point so I’m just ranting and i feel god damn passionate about it.
Every time i watch Obama speak on TV, i just wanna get up and do something with my life, cut my hair and get a job (as my parents would say) but not just any job, his speeches make me wanna rule the world, conquer mankind and just damn rip the whole world apart - which would be risky and yet impossible - but you get the point. Obama is my hero, and i wish he could just make me some soup just so i have something to tell my gran kids whenever I’m 190 - which is the age I’m planning on dying at.
What also gets me is, is it rain on your parade? or raid on your parade? ether way somebody's parade is getting ruined.
It 2:40 in the am right now, took me 14 minutes to write this, and yes i did count that out on my hand which means: i rule.
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