*TEACHERS. (not every one, just mine)
the dictators of our generations. the guards that hold our dear deep imaginations close to them and crush it with their vise-like grips.
and let us not forget, they are the ones that destroy the hopes of rainbow pooping unicorns ever living here. (because they are in contrast to every thing happy, and the rainbow pooping unicorns can sense that)
So if by any chance you feel the cold deep, dark, brooding loneliness and you want to sit in your couch hogging down chocolate and vanilla ice cream and just want to cuddle with a rainbow pooping unicorn, you know who to blame. (see * if confused)
Look at it!! Don't you just want to see it flying around or above you while you lay down on the sweet green grass on the park, surrounded by the laughing annoying children that have no plans in life but to run around and laugh?
HAHA ok
I'm just saying. Don't blame me if after many centuries you uncover this very amazing blog at the bottom of your great grandfather's very explicit history page, and the RPU's are finally flying/walking in our world, and you by chance have a cuddle with them and ACCIDENTALLY STAB YOUR SELF AND YOUR COUSIN WHO IS SITTING BESIDE YOU WITH ITS VERY SWIRLY AND GLITTERY HORN.
That is all, Thank you. :)
Talk to me. yaaay
Noe says HI then GOODBYE. *
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