As one might not know, I have a ship! Why would I, as a college student, need an 18th century warship? To do significant damage across the high seas. You might think that there is no cruise ship worthy of my trust. So, I have messed with your mind and made my warship into a cruise ship. Sure...it cannot set sail now because if it leaves the dock, it will be swallowed whole under the sea. Wooooh! What a ride.
To previously state what I had stated in my blog that states my resignation from humanity, I have three areas of randomness to cover.
As in my time of desperate sorrow, I found realization. The reason: My life is not in a significant place. It is trapped inside a mental institution. For the life of what is good. Instead of being significantly understandable, I took advantage of the situation at hand. To be continued...literally...tomorrow!
Your short writer,
Alex (Sanchez) Lang
For the Sanchez, I have no clue.
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