Monday, 18 April 2011

If you end up reading this, sometihng I highly doubt anyone in the world will ever do, you will probably regret it, as I am not writing about anything important. I am writing the first thing or things that pop into my brain, and if you had a brain like mine, you would know that is a hell of a lot of pops per minute. I reckon whilst I am concious and awake, my brain runs at a rate of about 120 pops per minute. This is not a fun thing, and seeing as I rarely am concentrating, none of these thoughts, no matter how good they are, seem to stick in my brain much longer than a few seconds, and when I want to think them again, I have to search way down into the deep, dark, depths of my somewhat foolish and overlarge brain. If I could have one thing, it would be a photographic memory, so I didn't have to concentrate and I remembered all 120 of these pops of which my brain is burdened. That's all.

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