Um.
So I don't know about that screenplay. Maybe I should just film people's eyes or something. I could call it "Eyes." And then I could add some "i"s and some "aye"s and such, and pad it out to three minutes. I dunno.

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"Onions": A poem.
Onions are icky.
They make me feel sicky,
Like an abdomen hickey.

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"Life's unfair, and Ernest Goes to Jail tells us that."1
I hate allergies.

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Arm (me).
I haven't thrown a disc in, I believe, a week and a half. It's been too warm. Thus, I'm going to be out of shape for the big Fourth Annual Prins Famile Double-Elimination Disc Golf Tournament of Champions. (Okay, at least a couple of those capitalized words are bound to be true. Right?)

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1 One-and-a-quarter points for telling where that quote is from.

oh so lovingly written byMatthew | 


short & sour.
oh dear.
messages antérieurs.
music del yo.
lethargy.
"i live to frolf."
friends.
people i know, then.
a nother list.
narcissism.













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