S-H-E- P-R-E-T-E-N-D-S- A- L-O-T, A LOT MEANS- SEE, SHE HAS THIS
AFFECTATION AND CRAZY UTOPIANism. HOWEVER, SHE IS VERY PRACTICAL, I should
admit it after all. And I’ve been all the way praising and singing her beauty,
actually adoring, isn’t it? You know one thing? Actually, she’s isn’t really
that pretty or beautiful or A-T-T-R-A-C-T-I-V-E. Really, im not kidding.
Mmmmmm.. well, I’m sorry about that (I’m chuckling now). See dear, ( I
know you are reading it I ) you are absolutely
b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l and y-o-u- a-r-e something else I couldn’t ever find
anywhere. So precious, you moron. And I saw that you were perfect and so I
loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more (well,
the last sentence is a quote from some wallpaper <which I didn’t put in the
quotation>. I’m having it for my WhatsApp profile picture. Did you see
that? if not, do it now because I may change it sometimes I ). And, she has this vertical disability complex (she has stilettos, and walks like a new born bay on it. fall-no fall-fall- no fall. it's fun to watch her walking on those stilettos. B-E-C-A-U-S-E S-H-E H-A-S VERTICALLY DISABLED COMPLEX. OMG!!!!). wowwww!
Wait a second! See who is here!! It’s my dear Shakespeare! I asked him to just
join me here, and he is here! He’s going to sing his sonnet for you on my
request! You wanna listen (o-r- e-n-j-o-y)? Welllll, here we gooooo…
MY Mistres
eyes are nothing like the Sunne,
Currall is
farre more red, then her lips red,
If snow be
white, why then her brests are dun:
If haires be
wiers, black wiers grow on her head:
I haue seene
Roses damaskt, red and white,
But no such
Roses see I in her cheekes,
And in some
perfumes is there more delight,
Then in the
breath that from my Mistres reekes.
I loue to
heare her speake, yet well I know,
That Musicke
hath a farre more pleasing sound:
I graunt I
neuer saw a goddesse goe,
My Mistres
when shee walkes treads on the ground.
And yet by
heauen I thinke my loue as rare,
As any she
beli’d with false compare. (Sonnet 130)
Hey, do you know one more thing about Y-O-U? ummmmmm… well, I’ll
tell it later I (again).
And do you know anything about me? nooo wayyy…
Well I’ll tell ye something I know about me. I don’t talk much and I don’t
entertain people much. And that’s the ONE AND ONLY (may be two) ****ING
PROBLEM(s) (sometimes they are problems, but I’ve never missed or lost anything
because of it; only good things happened. So they are not really problems,
isn’t it? Yeah they aren’t. )
# I wrote some secrets about me here, but I
edited and deleted them all. Hahaha. How’s that? (21/12/14, 10:34 PM)
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