OOO quacka quacka....
in english there is a stream of conscience. and you write anything anything at all and keep writing or typing and typing and U NEVER STOP NOT EVEN TO PISS and real writers they do it all the time. god. those poor writers with their glasses and fake wigs and all their big fancy words. i am a writer i could be one already because I AM DOING A STREAM OF CONSCIENCE like bored rich kids do in class. like i am bored. i want food. i want other stuff that i will not say in my head. and they keep going...
PARAGRAPH BREAK
i remember in 2nd grade for each paragraph i would write PARAGRAPH BREAK!!! and i think the teacher might have gotten mad oh if i could draw on this i might be a penguin. with oven mitts because it has a craving for buttermilk cookies and chocolate cherry pie. gross and still yummy because now i think it's weird. and my nose is weird. poor little nose with the notes and the sneezes and coughs. it is all alone with no one to talk to but my brain, because my brain is ALWAYS OPEN like a little sign, always open and bored don't talk to me or went to bed at five o clock last night talk to me all you want and if i had paper, i might draw a cat with a tail and a lizard scales and oh that did not make sense.
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