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oh, andre.
I feel "understood" is the pinnacle of where one wants to be. To understand and to be able to reflect on having understood. The word itself is very strange because at least I feel like understood implies being below (you know, "under") and to understand is really a very high accomplishment. Maybe it's a reflection on a certain humbleness needed to truly understand.
For me it's pretty hard to think about the word "juice" without thinking about the word "jews" which is probably pretty offensive but at least it's clever unlike most of the offensive things society ingrains on little brains. Go get some juice, kids.
You are a lousy person, even though you are not. You make me feel lousy even though you make everything that is happy happy. You probably won't like my lousy story and I am probably going to hit you in your lousy shoulder for being lousy about talking and letting the lousy feelings you get from being around people who make you nervous and lousy issues you refuse to work out with me make you feel lousy things instead of not being lousy and talking things out before you just let them go to lousy loserville so that I can feel lousy for all of forever.
When I was in third grade I was (as I was through all of elementary school) an Accelerated Reader, but in third grade we were in a room that was very secluded and it was large and had bookshelves with books organized by level and a bathtub filled with pillows to read in and it was in the building which housed the library. My teacher's name, no joke, was Mrs. Reeder. There you are.
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Today I picked up my kit and headed out on the job. My kit contained one wrench, one pen, one measuring tape, two kittens, one noodle and one poodle. Kit and ca-noodle, kit and ca-poodle. I walked my kit merrily down Main until I come across a power line and I lit it up with noodles and poodles of the best sort, measured to scale of course.
there was a feud between two great kings and they felt they could never reconcile their differences and that their very fabrics were two very different things and so they feuded and feuded and quibbled and quabbled and squawked, but in reality they fought because they loved each other very much and were opposed to trying to deal with such feelings, and because rocks and catapults are much easier to figure out because one could be sure with proper calculations and a little readjustments a mark could be hit but it's pretty hard to make sure you'll get what you're aiming for in a lot of situations so it's best feeling to try to stick with what you know you can do to not feel quite so lost