bletch

Recent events of the site have brought me to a conclusion. For the many of you that dont know the persona of "Bletch" is about 90% fictional in nature. Which should be obvious by alot of contradictions in the profile and comments on the boreds. I thought it was funny seeing how people interact with Bletch. But in light of what has recently occured with...
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Mmmmm mmmmm I's up this mornin'

ah, blues walkin' like a man
I's up this mornin'
ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues
give me your right hand
And the blues fell mama's child

tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child
and it tore me all upside down
travel on, poor Bob
just cain't turn you 'round
The blu-u-u-u-ues
is a low-down...
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I just had a literally 3 hour panic attack while tryin to find my lost wallet. Have you ever had a moment where you just werent sure what you were doing when you lost sumthin. I just had one of those. I knew i had it with me when i came home but for some reason i could not remember where i put it. Then...
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Down your street your crying is a well known sound
Your street is very well known throughout your town
Your town is very famous for their little girl
Whose crying can be herd all around the world

Well the awkwardness is over. kina. I went to a party with a friend and saw a girl i kinda had sumthin for there with a kid who would be best defined as my worst enemy. She was toting this guy around infront of me just to fuckin spite me. If thats not enough i was at my platonic girlfriends house when her grandparents were...
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last night was the most awkward night of my life

happy happy happy happy

I went to the doctor today. They think i might really have something. It is kind of surreal when you realize that you may not be around in 6 months. I dont want to die like that.

Have you ever just had a day where you just hate women ALOT!!

a body is given life in the mist of nothingness

there i go again.

She should have died hereafter. there wouldhave been a time for such a word. Tommorow and tomorrow and tomorrow, Creeps on at this petty pace from day to day till the last sylable of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out out brief candle! Life is but a walking shadow. A poor player that struts and frets...
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