Careful to consume the cunning combination of charisma and charm ceaselessly coming from my lips. I convey no covenant of censorship, but only a capricious congress of caffeine and creativity. No mere cornucopia of clever words and candid conversation, but a catalyst of constant content. Creepy and critical, a cabaret of cliché compliments and competition beyond caliber. Challenges for contempt communists and contorted critics. A conceived concoction that cannot be comprehended by conventional means. A cancerous conception of thoughts both comforting and cynical. Crazy it may sound, but this cacophony of consonants is canon, and I am in cahoots with only my cranium. C'est Moi. I am the king of Crunk. But you may call me.....
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somethin i wrote for my about me page on facebook.but those mofos never cared to look.this shit is real easy..i'm not that great a writer...but wanted to share..