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a day in america

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a day in america

i wake sup in the morning and i sit upon the edge of my bed, look down at my feet... ahhh... they're still there... mom said i was diabetic, i dont know what that means, but my doctor said it wasnt pretty. So i took it upon myself do to find out for myself. i went up to the highway with my feet, and i saw the bus and i got on it. using feet. and then! i gave a asian a hug from my ... soulheart. and i said i love u. and then i got off the bus because she was calling on her cell phones a 3 number digit which i knew was bad because of last time... now i finds myself upon the street lost and alone and dirty and it was stinky and the machines rummbled past with disfigured psychopathic morons inside screaming on their cell phones listening to farts and i heard the machines noise coming from its ass, it was talking about banging bitches and i thought instantly of my pet dog... he was a rescue, and i thought what terrible people must be that i see them as what they truly are when they are so superior from a retard like myself. i fell to my knees and grasped at the cement floor covored in grime and filth and i noticed a dead bug... so i burried it. after clawing at the corner of the cement for about 2 hours... now i stood up, soar and tired, and looked around, the cars was still zooming around and i saws a building! yay. so i goed inside. and there he was a man tall and beautiful and i said hey mr. where r u doing? and he said excuse me son either buy something or get out. and i says hey man how about licking my boot? and i flipped over all his shit and ran out. the end. later the cops picked me up and brought me home after they saw me eating from the garbage in front of the movie theatre i couldnt figure out how to get into...they sure was nice!
the next day... i went again and checked for my feet, yes they was there... goods, now my video was wrong! haha! tousche! and now for something completely different, a tree with 3 buttox. so i took a picture of it. and i got my shoes on which i could not tie... so i took my shoes off, and so i left bear footed, yes it is comfirned i has bear feeted! and then, i goed, to the busmobile! and i was upon her, she purred beautifully... and then i saw it, the most beautiful love of my life. her coller said shitnigwah, so i gave a her big hug from my soulheart! and got off the bus when it stopped... but ran this time because she was chasing me for some reason... i guess she wished to continue to pummel me with her purse that was filled with pennies and make-up and tampons which flew out all over the place, i guess she reused... after i stopped running... i found the donut store and went inside. i asked the guy standing there doing nothing why i has diebetes bad? and he picked up the phone... at that moment in time it suddenly occured to me that this was an eye clinic. i looked both directions then i wondered out because he sounded really rude on the phone and completely ignored me... i thought to myself, mayn there is really something wrong with americans...
after a few hours of sitting at the side of the road i realized no one was going to pick me up... and began to walk onward to find the holy answer to my question... why i has diebetics... then i saw a cat. and walked on for several more miles until the sun had gone down. then i noticed there was people walking all over the place... i thought they must be vampires so i ran and hid behind the safeway where i found tons of strawberries, yum. i woke up in the hospital and i said "momma?" and there was a note said: "sorry is can be not there right now at the corner." and so i hopped out of bed and onto my face and began to crawl to the mirror in the bathroom to check to sees if i has feets... nope all gones... fin.
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