At this moment in between the transitions of schools, the pure dreadful taught of being in not one but two major exam years at the same moment have dragged tortured maimed soul to the abyss of national exams. What brilliant luck this must be to endure such crud/crap.
Once again, poor intelectuals like myself have been shoved foward to taste the bitter reality of the world beyond. Alas, i have tasted the horror ( bitter ) and dread ( somewhat pasty with a bit of sourness sprinkled) of the unkind world. The Great Torture that only Intelectuals (like Myself) can understand.
The Sad thing about being an Intelectual is Hardly anyone recognizes the Utter brilliance f ones mind aside from other intellectuals. Alas , ( recently i have developed a liking for the word Alas) the only other intellectual within a substantial age Group ( 12 months) is the woe but ( I cant bring myself around to admit this) Jon.
What woe befall us.
The greifness of it.
The Dreadness.
The Tragic Tale.
I am Hungry.
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