Blue moons results on the earths mass in relation to brain activity

Oh the joy, oh the inspiration, the dawn of another passage into what seems to be an endless fury on the narrow road paved by love but littered with stumbling blocks of one yet trying to stop our ascent to that narrow gate. The thief who strives to divert our eyes off the road will burn with the torment he has given, it will burn jealousy in his heart of us who has turned from him. How can one get pleasure in knowing we are turning away from the one who created him? Well it will come to him in his day. Yet the dawn of this passage is here. I step through and know that the stumbling blocks are coming, oh, but I will turn them into stepping stones, thanks to the thief who provided these stumbling stones, I only use them as stepping stones to achieve what he set out to destroy. Lets look back on the emergence of the dawn.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004
aye yae yae. The point of all my desires to study such deep knowledge finally brought me to the end, not the end of life, just the date I was scheduled to go put to use all that my mind had put to studying, a way of measuring what my couple pounded brain was able to soak up form words on a paper. Oh I studied probably eleventeen pounds worth of knowledge, unfortunately my brains capacity is only about 3 oz. Don't laugh they say that we only use a tenth of our brain, two pounds = 32 ounces, 10% would be 3.2 oz. So I am two tenths short of full capacity I guess. So if that would be put to grade you could subtract 20% from my grade. So scientifically I should receive an 80% on my test, wha hooo. That's really not that bad, it was frickin hard, give me a break. you'd a choked for sure. Well its behind me now. I wont be able to get my test scores till the end of this month so stay tuned for the blue moons results on the earths mass in relation to brain activity.

Well here are blue moons results on the earths mass in relation to brain activity. Those of whom (you may be one yourself) thought that my calculations were a far plythe from reality, be gone. The scientifical approach I took seems to be one of more than the least amount of hypothetical reasoning. My expected 80% on the test turned out to be an understatement. My calculations of 3oz. must of been slightly off, it was an actual 3.7oz. to be exact to give me a positive score of 86% therefore passing and receiving the letter to step in and venture into the new dawn. Son of man, sun of morning here I come.

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egphhhh, aaaaarghhh..

Thus far the drum of Monday beats at my heart like a silent attack of hatred. Oh I dislike Mondays, eh. Well the rest of the week should do me ok, but I guess its 100% my reaction to what happens so therefore I choose to have a good week. Eagerness to make a buck due to whatever crisis you want to call it, doesn't matter on this daunting morning, recent escalating prices on oil drums has escalated to near terror in itself. Well Chez informs me that my '73 bug is running on fumes when I'm already running late. Eh, yesterday would of been nice to know this sweet inhalation, BOOM, as I feel my heartbeat frustration. First gas station, every pump has someone their pumping there 20 gallons into their beasts at $2.08 a gallon, BOOM, the beat of anger. I need a mere 8 gallons to fill Betsi up (named after Betsy). Next station four miles away, petting Betsi and pleading with her to not run out of gas and strand me on the side of the road next to thousands of cars speedily on their way to work (the thought of someone stopping to help seems pointless in such a selfish microwave society). The drum beats of hatred once again, BOOM. The first electronic machine to purchase gas does not allow for user input *stupid broken dumb piece of man's machinery, I think to myself*, BOOM. I go to the next machine and it wont except the dear lady in front of me's card nor mine, BOOM. I go inside to purchase my measly 8 gallons, there ATM machine is down, BOOM. I have no cash, BOOM. So now I still have a 11 minute drive to work and its 2 minutes till I have to be there and I still have to get gas, BOOM, my heart beats anger. I go 3 minutes out of my way to finally get my 8. And get back on track... I get to work, no one is here, YES, everyone is late, I get to be by myself... I relax to sit down and type this. THANK YOU GOD for my ability to choose my reaction to the life that has succumb to be my ally. Why should I allow Satan to throw stumbling blocks in front of me, Satan I welcome them, they are just stepping stones on to which I can thwart your desire to try to steal, kill, and destroy my freedom and joy, and happiness, once again you can't prevail. Must feel good to be such a loser.

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