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You confuse me with your random whims and rantings followed by your interest. You never get what I'm trying to say do you? You get only a skim of my thoughts and what I feel as you claim you don't understand what I'm getting at or what I write, you do not comprehend. Oh again with age old question and mysteries. Is it my fault your literary skills are restrained and limited? Hoho I pity you as you confrom slowly to the slaveship our school forces upon us and until we are emancipated from their vice grips, this will go on. Theoretically speaking, if I speak my mind, would you even bother to register and listen, much less have a shot at comprehending my speech and my certainly unique way of expressing woes? To be honest, my words are laced with warnings in the guise of gentle words. You just never see it. Be civilised my little feathered friend. And if you do know me well enough, I only call you my feathered friend, just so you don't know still, I'm talking about you. Your immense superficiality scares me.

You wouldn't.