Girl Nuro notes Miral Duracell Nuro Nuro Nuro thank you you’re on your own you’re off stupid wonder fabulous plenty of punctuation mark fatigue euro Nuro Nuro euro bureau Nuro euro Miral Miral urinal Nuro neuralgia you’re our you’re always on your own euro funeral you are LOL euroEuro euro euro euro euro Bureau Nuro your rail you’re off euro euro when you’re off neural life Nuro
All that to say neural. Neural notes. Thank you thank you very much. I have left the building.
Honestly, I have forgotten what the fuck I was going to say. Neural notes. Hey, thank you! It’s self corrected from your old notes to neural notes. Gretchen fucking relations. Well that didn’t work out. Congrats-you fucking-lesions. Period.………… Dot. Probably FM FM FM nothing everything everything EFFING. Conversations with the spellchecker texting wise voice to text whatever the fuck you are insane shit came with this phone LOL how old are you graduations you suck. Congratulations. You suck. Period. Oh yeah, I remembered what I was about to start making notes about. Neural notes. Your own notes. Euro notes. OK one of them was right. Guess which one? Your old notes. Not quite! Your own notes. Neural notes. Neural notes. It’s enough for now, pig. Fuck me running. And OK, here goes. Once upon a time, there was this boy, Who, after everything was said and done had regretted the fact that he had ever gotten involved with a certain girl. That boy was me. That girl was you. So at the moment, this boy, me. Wait, no. Period. Not waiting no, no. Not wait no., No. No. No, period. That’s it, that’s all I wanted to say. For now. Ha! Motherfucking stupid ass recording shit for brains piece of crap ass motherfucker. Oh, did you get all that? Wonderful! Thank you. The end. I mean it, this is it.
Your all notes. Neural notes. That’s better. Notes. Euro notes. Neural notes. Neural notes. Neural notes. No. No. No. Neural notes. No. Neural notes. No. Notes. I mean wait, yes. Neural notes. Yes!
Hello, that’s rich.
Scored a dime a dozen. I’m trying to say
Sorry dime a dozen. Ha ha. New paragraph. It’s all in the pies. Pies. Pause not pies you freaking won’t! Why old really????? No seriously who are you calling all. Old. Not all. Stupid Abercrombie motherfucking piece of Finch. And that’s the way it was, in all hours. Period. Play VA! Boy. Oh hi! Oh OK oh OK oh OK I have boy
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