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I’m not dead don’t worry

Maybe? Hahaha….

I’m not. But yeah, final post I guess? I dunno, we will see. A2 Jennifer Linda Howes. Well, I know McKenna already found out. I spoiled it.

Spoiler Alert!

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Fear

What? You say your not scared?

Ha…

Really?

This post, Jennifer Linda Howes is the one you’ve been reading. This post? No, it’s not her. You fools, where is she? She never existed. You all say you’ve seen her, perhaps you haven’t? Well, look around you. Everyone gets scared in different ways. It’s quite amusing how pathetic you mortals are. Me? No, I’m not a human like you. Maybe you aren’t human. Well, I’ll find you eventually. We’ll see what happens next. I’ll find what your afraid of. Even if you won’t admit it. I’ll figure it out…..

Watch your back. You might be my next target. Sleep well.

-Death the Fox

Bricks. Bricks? Briiiicksss.

Bricks. Brick brick brick brick bricks. Bricks. Bricks. Brick brick brick. Brick, brick bricks brick. 

1. B
2. R
3. I
4. C
5. K

• Bricks
• Brick
• BRICKS
• BrIcKs
• bRiCkS

Love

Love, what is love? Some argue some can’t feel love. How do we know though? Imma make this one short because I spaced out.

Anything.

Share your story here…

What if I don’t want to, eh?! Ever think about that?! Heh, it’s late at night and I’m doing this. Why? No idea, to be honest. Ever had that one person who you want to care about but they just tick you off? Yeah, I know that feeling. Ah teenagers, they can be very very challenging. Yeah yeah, I hear you. “You’re a teenager yourself!” I hear people say. I know this. So yeah. Words and stuff. This is what happens when I run out of things to say.

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SANS! ENOUGH OF YOUR STUPID JOKES!

Hey, what do skeletons tile their roof with? Shingles. 🙂

Sometimes my jokes have no backbone. You’ve gotta hand it to me though, they’re pretty humerus.

How did the skeleton now it was gonna rain? He felt it in his bones.

It’s a dirty sock with a series of notes on it.

Papyrus: SANS! PLEASE PICK UP YOUR SOCK!

Sans: ok.

Papyrus: DON’T PUT IT BACK DOWN! MOVE IT!

Sans: ok.

Papyrus: YOU MOVED IT TWO INCHES! MOVE IT TO YOUR ROOM!

Sans: ok.

Papyrus: AND DON’T BRING IT BACK!

Sans: ok.

Papyrus: IT’S STILL HERE!

Sans: didn’t you just say not to bring it back to my room?

Papyrus: FORGET IT!

Fire

Think about it, fire. Alive? Dead? I believe it’s alive. It can die, right? Kill the fire? It helps, but get to close and it hurts. I’ve experienced this with people. 

Fire isn’t as harmful as people may think. Who says fire has to be bad? Sure it can hurt you. But it wants to help us as well. 

Another Whatever

Procrastination will be the death of me. Haha… I don’t know what the limit is. Let’s test it, shall we? 😉

Crayons

Personally, I don’t like crayons. I prefer colored pencils. No matter what the others say. You can make more details with pencils. Crayons can’t, still doesn’t make them any less of a outlet of creativity 

Whatever

I’m just gonna blabber on like I normally do. I have no second line. I have no second thoughts. All of it the end result. All of it is the begining