A typical day will start off this story,
the teenage boy wakes up from his ageless slumber,
the computer already on,
Inquisition Clan Page is opened on the Google Chrome browser,
he knows what must be done,
the application most be exceed all others,
his strength must be imported into a master piece.
He is 14 years old and questions why he has a C+ in ELA,
he prepares to type the longest application in the world aka "wall o text",
but quicker than the porn add pop up "how to get 6 inches in 6 seconds" flopped on the screen,
a "beep" could be heard,
#clanInq was calling,
Trick was waiting for a reply,
Ocean... with his 65 WPA average types at the speed of sound,
Sparking a conversation that will change all applications forever.
"WriTe uR ApLikash0n az 4 N0v3L",
He took this the wrong way,
Scribing down a poem,
not just a poem,
a...
Applcipoem
The struggle was real,
he had to include his personal information,
how,
minutes pass,
hours pass.
In this perplex time of esteem,
Ocean comes to his conclusion,
tradition wins over his laziness,
its ogre,
its ogre now.
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Jumping to conclusions here:
My name of course, is Jack. I live in Boston, Massachusetts. My home consists of me, mommy, dad, Joseph and My best friend in the whole world... my cat Nightrider. I live out my days playing video games in my room or hanging out with my friends. I do party a bit, and as ape calls it, "ruining my brain"
I do play sports too. Football and Lacrosse. Going out side is something I do a lot too. Fishing and just adventuring in general tends to calm my nerves after a hard day at school or with the family. But 3/4 of the time I'm inside, going though puberty and whatever. When I'm on my PC I tend to play any game I can get my hands on... whether its some dress up game or Diablo 3, I'll play it. When it comes down to toribash though, I tend to stick to the forums and IRC... so that means ill be active, YAY!
Getting even more into my personal life is some things I had to go through as a child. I have never really spoke of any of these things until now. I Have had multiple stomach problems threw the years. Most of them are from birth defects or something of that nature. My lower intestate were tangled, causing a good amount of pain. I got this fixed when I was very very young, but I still have these pains occasionally when doing the dirty to the toilet or running around in sports. The worst of all my birth defects was this thing wrong with my hands... Keep in mind that's both hands. I had my middle finger down to my pinky stuck together. Then, growing off my 2 normal thumbs were other thumbs. In total I had 7 thumbs. I know this sounds crazy, and someone might call me out if they want to be a dick... but im being serious. This winter I have to get my pinky fixed along with my right thumb. If you guys really want to see I will show you. Its nothing nasty, thank God, that's only because I had a amazing doctor.
Getting onto a better not I can still type and shit like that and play sports but I have to do it differently. I just try not to listen to what people say, because, trust me, I get asked more than you think by jackasses to "show me your hands again.. hhahahahaahaha hhoisfnasofensauf"
I fucking hate that.
That wasn't really a better note.
whatever.
FOR FANCY'S FANCY:
I'm sure you guys already got to know me enough though.
See ya and thanks for reading that monstrosity of a story/poem (I'm sure there is a name for that)
~Jack
