I guess this is what the blog will look like. Starting off promising.

“A wooden stool. . . That’s when ya poop is real hard.”

— byron broussard

I'm still not sure what a markdown is..

== I feel like this isn't doing anything specific though * quite contrairy I think this thing isn't correcting my spelling anymore drats seraw true.***

first thing is when I walked in you were already there
- 1. first thing is when I walked in you weree already there
  then I ate some cheese from the bar rat.

you should never take anything that people hand you off the top of their heads. why is this gift so general? what makes you think everyone wants it?

now im hungry for tacos.

Today was a good day. I finished building the site to my desired potential in the current moment. Work is still to be done, but ah how the work starts to feel like play.

from the second I walked into the bar I was struck with the feeling of unprepared ness

I didn't quite know what to make my set about. I have jokes about button topics and I usually cycle through them with ease.

i think the fact that I am spending so much of my brain power organizing my online life is affecting my comedy

I didn't do terrible on stage but I did feel like a toad

Acting is starting to feel more wrong.

I think I may start to stick to a persona on stage and attempt to relay almost real stories.

paribles if you will

Now that I know my spelling is being corrected again, I shall attempt to watch how I type.

I spent a lot of the day listening to Foxy Shazam's Gonzo. The album is amazing.

I repeat albums until I map out the song in my head. That reminds me of Hannibal on tv.. he was mapping out locations for his mind so that he could visit the places when his body was compromised.

I was just and currently typing with my eyes closed. I failed typing class in high school because I peck typed.. But the teacher didn't understand that I had a method to my madness.. Only when I saw the other kids passing me on the speed test, did I start to take the form seriously.

I brag in weird mannors, I hate that pi I put a comma there.. I hate it so o much that Im leaving these typos in. I hope that line looksa looksa as ugly as it made me feel to type idk fingertpips....

anywhere you look i will follow you

anywhere you are I will be under you

any time you call il will run to you

im your killer im death

anywyere you look i will follow you

when you close your eyes

im right there with you

in anything black you will soon see true

pineal gland taketh life

unclean matters unsean
howly mohwly
cattle calabashes

this is a weir dream im not typing write now but it feels like my fingers are spwuisihing down on some soft keys and its so theariputic that i can't describe the feeling in words that i can't spell because it stope sthe rhythiem of the beats of my fingers when they aline its so sweet and i pressed the backspace right there and i should have kept going but i didnt want that typo next to the other tpos and that one will end up in a grave yard known as the spell chedk grave yard the read lines are swarming around me the red lines are attacking my screen.. someone save me from the destiny of ridiclule from the ricki i shouldn't have tried to spell that word again, it was a stupid idea that backfired.. i do that when i freestyle too ill try to repeat a phrase that i thought would flowo but it didn't flow i think i typed two ffs there on purpose talking about messingup the i kkant spell rhythem fick fuck fuck fuck calm

I am calm

i am always calm

i am also above this mortal world. call me nothing and everything nmanifested in a 24 year jold capsul

dark things are coming

dark days are ahead young warriors..

be brave and continue to fight

may the brothers of light bedtrned to the brtothers of darkness

satan

kill

die

rock

hat

fish fry

i like potatoes a lot.. they are legit x3

goodnight blog.

'good luck dseifphering this shit fbi .. im kidding please don't start a war with me.. Iim almost innocent of everything ever

Lines in the Hand