Those ignorant slobs, how dare they in their insipid queer-osity. Those missmuppets in their slithering slime heap doo. why why it’s just so despicable to see and hear their peeping curiosity mogits hipster nogits in with the free flow floppin whopin hideous creep slunk punk a puppet fluppet.

Whats that? Did I just call a group of people ignorant? I don’t want to put labels on others, I want to get away from that. Me stupid. Wait a minute here, now I’m putting a label on myself, the stupid label. Nooo! I don’t want to do that, me double stupid. There I go again, me triple stupid. “NO! NO! STOP IT! STOP IT!” I yell at myself. I slowly come to my senses and look at a bunch of people reading this, all crowded around gaping open mouth at such a despicable act of a weirdo freak enigno. “What are you all looking at” I scream. “Don’t you all know an imbecile when you see one?” No! No! I’m not an imbecile, why do I keep on doing this to myself. It’s just a stupid habit. There I go again with the word stupid again, me bad bad. No! No! not more labels.

Why can’t I act silly sometimes? Why why? Who says there is a predetermined normal way to act? And if one steps outside this normal way of behavior, one is conidered a crazy freak all try to avoid.

Freak Joe Freak the near do creep? heap heap, heapings and fleet of foot. Hehehehe and a ha ha.