I rememberlearning about 'odes' and composition in primary school. ( I was about 11 ) and after one night where I kind of sleepily composed a story about a boy who had his arm ripped off by a lion on a trip to the zoo I sat down and wrote it. My teachers were amazed by it ( I wish I still had that as well as my short story 'Bonzer Bill and the return of the passing yutipolker '). So much so that it was printed large and made into a framed poster that all could see in the vestibule of the school.
Oh I was an unpopular cunt in my last days of primary school.
(Oh I was an unpopular cunt in my last days of primary school.
Pasanonic 's been known to cause insanity in laboratory mice,
Mon 11 Feb 2008, 1:01,
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my mum sent a poem i wrote in to a magazineunfortunately, i won first prize. it was shit. i only won because everyone else who entered was about 60 and i was about 9. my headmaster read it out un assembly. the girl behind me tied my hair in knots.
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Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet,
Mon 11 Feb 2008, 1:09,
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