Treefrog54 Mon Feb 06, 2012 8:24 am
pizzamanilla wrote:Why am I even saying this?
I ask my self why I say a lot of things. But in the end I guess I say them because I feel like it. In some ways I feel that I like giving information on who I am to people because the deeper deep depths of my brain give me a desire to do so despite the fact there is no good reason. It's just the fact that a little social desire is trapped in my brain and it drives me to have a need for attention. But my logic looks at the world with two eyes connected to a brain that is fueled by... I am not sure... It wont tell me... But it dispenses logic which I can then use to do things like control to social needs and... Stuff...
Perhaps I got carried away by my tired logical brain. The tired was dragging my down a little bit and that little bit grew a little bit but only after a little bit more the tired just hit me in the face with a really fluffy cat and I felt dragged down but I still felt lively because of the fluffy but just... Like my meatless arms were not lasting much longer. Soon enough... The fluff will get to me... I must try to end this post soon. But I made so many typos... I don't know...
Anyway,
pizzamanilla wrote:Now I'm a short and skinny fuck.
But do you have any meat? How starveling to you look to others? Do you look as if you could die if you missed only a few days of meals? If you answered any of these questions with yes than you are not me. Unless you view your skinniness as less of a threat to your life than me and don't realise how not normal that is to be so skinny. In that very very very unlikely rare case then you have an unlogical mind and will have to be removed from your life and taken to a new one where you eat lotsa spaghetti untill you have learned the noodley ways of the art of the spaghetti warrior to be taught how to think logically enough to return to life a better person and then encourage your friends to do the same.
Welcome to the depths of tree brain. But the tree is dead. Because the brain is tired.
Welcome to life... With Treefrog54. The one who learned with logic.
...Untill he could not stop talking about how logical his brain was...
I also forgot to tell you guys a story. About what started my ninja kitteh ways in Skrim... I mean... Uh... Skyrim... That game!... I died... I think RPGs are just out to murder me... They... Stuff... Untill. I just fall on the ground and die... And watch my orcish great sword just roll away... Where does it go... The world may never know!... It could roll in to space... I remember watching my old pickaxe roll down the throat of the world when I needed a fun way to get rid of it after finding the Notched Pickaxe... I need... To... Murder?... It was to stop typing and get typo fixing... Not to murder... No matter how murderous murder is... Why am I talking about murder... DON'T CALL THE POLICE!!! I am not insane I tell you! Just so tired I act like a drunk man... Like like in the mornings... My mom asked if I was drunk one morning... But nope... I am just like that every morning... She just did not know because I don't talk much when I first wake up...
Welcome... To life... With Treefrog54...
Not to be confused with SmokeyProgg64...
That darn Progg... He murdered so many Pikmin with his Smokey darkness doom stuffs... NEVER... TOUCH... THE... EGG... The egg that comes before day 15! Doing so will lead to the death of you and everyone you know... And don't know... There is no Esc button on game consoles... Yet... My head is starting to hurt...
I CAN'T GO ON ANYMORE!!! THE TYPING IS GOING TO MURDER ME!!!
Good night.