"Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of NYC and from the ants that dwell in these cracks and feed in the dried blood of the dead that has settled into the cracks." - David Berkowitz, Son of Sam
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Those sentences are really frickin' repetitive...this irks me.
How are you my darling brother? I have exams this week. So, like every end of the semester, I am doing absolutely nothing but hanging out, the guys in the bar offer the drinks since I have no money (doesn't mean that's common knowledge, hm? I manage to live like I do have money...it must be the name), and I am basically waiting for Friday since that is my last exam.
Exams are a joke, my dear brother. They are a real joke that measure nothing at all. I hope that if I am intelligent enough before even entering the class that I am not an intellectual invalid after it.
Either way, I have missed your Kremishness. How are you surviving?
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How are you my darling brother? I have exams this week. So, like every end of the semester, I am doing absolutely nothing but hanging out, the guys in the bar offer the drinks since I have no money (doesn't mean that's common knowledge, hm? I manage to live like I do have money...it must be the name), and I am basically waiting for Friday since that is my last exam.
Exams are a joke, my dear brother. They are a real joke that measure nothing at all. I hope that if I am intelligent enough before even entering the class that I am not an intellectual invalid after it.
Either way, I have missed your Kremishness. How are you surviving?
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