ZANGZADANGZIDANGZABANG!

They say a rolling stone gathers no moss. But what happens when you get to a point in your life where you are forced? I wouldn't say forced but morally and psycologically prevented from proceeding. You are wise enough to know that no moment lasts forever, that no ruts eternal, but you are frustrated with the waiting. The waiting for fate to take it's course. Sure i'm a fatalist. No one has proven me wrong so far. don't kill, or steal, or plunder, or rape. be nice to people and have a couple of friends and a couple of opinions and work hard and thank who ever the hell it is you wanna thank that you have parents that made it enough in the world to keep a roof over you somewhat pointless head. You do that and I assure you life will take care of you. It will give you drama, it will give you opportunities, it will give you excitement, it will give you girlfriends and boyfriends and best friends and movies and....

Holy crap i just wrote another slumdog millionaire.

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heres another gouche tightener that is always a hot topic for discussion: the crap gender and the terrible things they make us do.
Chapter EIN! Haarschnitt

I was nearly blinded but the incredible reflection of light that bounced off the shiny blond surface of the razor sharp emo style side parting. My stomach churned as I gazed at the surgical precision. the perfect forty-five degree fringe, flattened against the forehead with the longest follicles gradually covering the proprietors left eye.
"How could it have come to this" I thought as I stared longingly at every movement made by the cranium before me. the cranium i thought i once knew well. But thats all changed hasn't it? The man staring back at me, mimicking my movements, my faked gestures of happiness. It was all gone. the once happy, hearty, carefree, magnificent, strong, masculine, soft, warm welcoming lockes. GONE!
"EH VOILA SE FINI! se bon no?"
"BABY YOU LOOK GREAT! Merci buku Jean-Francois! you did an aHsuum job! his hair looks fantastic! everyone is gonna love it!"
"Baby?"
"Baby stop staring into the mirror like that. it looks great, super sexy, better than that raggamuffin look, real.... mature, and deep. You like it right..............?"
I wanted to die.
"Yeah my jewel, It looks great. I mean its hair. I mean its awesome."
I took off the towel that had been choking me for the last thirty seven minutes, brushed the dead remnants of my former glorious quaffuer off my now exposed neck. Brock the death gaze, and stood up off the black pleather chair.

"I love you baby."
"I love you too."

I wanted to die.