On a side note, Carlos Mencia is a terrible comedian.


WhiteFuck. Just fuck it. I glance around the room impatiently. Blue and yellow is all I see. Oh, and white. The room we're in is white. God, I hate white. There's too much of it, blinding, confusing, complex and bare. I hate it. I think Yellow hates it too, but I don't think he has spent enough time here to truly appreciate its pearl torture. At first it was pleasing, like innocence, purity, almost sacred. White was my favorite color, after all. But time passed and I gained new experiences, changed. The white never changed. It just stayed. Stayed innocent, pure and sacred. I'm tired of innocence and purity. I yearn for something more, somethWhite
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Look, I was in a CRATE. It was BORING. Cut me some slack.
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"Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly."
~Neil Gaiman's Sandman.
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